He winced a little at his hands being pulled tight behind him. But a test and he knew that he could slip this if he had to. He'd bruise his wrists to hell to do it but he'd be able to get out. What felt worse though was that Pete realized he was having to analyze how to escape. With his own husband. That was not something he liked.

Ass up, he shifted his knees. "Vegas, let me get up. You can tell me what happened..."