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Porsche: Omega
Doesn't care about him being an omega

Pretends to be a beta

 

Likes pretty and hot women

Takes care of his younger brother Porchay

 

Kinn: Alpha
The first Alpha son

Likes stereotype beta men more than Omegas,
but likes Tawan who's Omega

 

Vegas: Alpha
Hates Omegas and women

 

His dad is disgusted that Vegas likes men

 

Macau: Beta

 

Pete: Omega
His life has been hard since childhood

Pete is too busy to care about himself being an omega. And no one ever found out
Thinks only about taking care of his grandma

 

Tankhun: Omega

 

Kim: Alpha

 

Porchay:Omega

 

The main family: most of the bodyguards are betas, except p'chan who is an Alpha and Pete who's Omega, until Porche comes in and is sent to live with Pete.

 

The minor family: every bodyguard is a Beta

 

Pete always lived his life as a beta. However, Porsche knew he was an omega since the first time they met. He knows that Pete also uses the implant for omegas and even plans to make an appointment for a new one together. However, the plan was interrupted because of that 'lost in the woods accident' while, at that time, Pete was busy following Vegas.

 

As for Khun Kinn, at first, he said he doesn't like stereotypical omegas because they are like women and they are not his type at all. But when he is with Porsche, uh, 'which part of Porsche looks like an omega????' And then, 'when will you remove the implant, ahh?'

 

Porsche: Alpha, so what? Such a bastard. They just have a part that can enlarge, and what else? No? Nothing better. I can punch and defeat them all. Hahah, I won't remove my implant. My body, my choice. I'll continue to use it, and what will you do to me if I don't?? 😏

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Pete's pov

 

Since getting the beta implant, I've almost forgotten that I was once an omega. It's been so long, I hardly remember my omega lifestyle. While I don't necessarily miss it, there are moments I do. However, my current focus is on securing my job to take care of my grandmother. Being a bodyguard requires extensive training, which would be difficult for an omega to handle.

Even that day when Porsche and I were talking about kissing, I realized that I have never had a lover.

I already have Khun Noo to take care of as if he was my son. But with a career like this, working constantly, where can I find the time to find a lover? I'm not like Porsche who can mess around with Khun Kinn.

In these circumstances, I don't even have the time to sleep enough.

It's been a long time since I had to spy on Vegas when Khun Kinn and Porsche got kidnapped. I remember that time, that day when my life as a confident bodyguard fell apart. I was so shocked when Khun Vegas suddenly appeared and handed me condoms as a souvenir. But what's more shocking is that while I was super focused on work, the moment Khun Vegas's slender fingers grabbed my hand, a sinking sensation arose in my stomach. I felt like I couldn't breathe. During the brief moment when his fingertips grazed past mine, it felt like something forgotten had been awakened.

I could always smile through anything, yet now I couldn't even manage a neutral expression. It's not like I haven't talked to Vegas before, we exchanged greetings several times when we met at the main house. But this time was different. I couldn't describe the feeling. Maybe it was because I had slept so little, I let my guard down. Hmm, maybe I should ask Porsche. Is it the same for him? He knows Khun Vegas better than I do.

Before I could ask, I was overwhelmed with work while Khun Kinn was in the hospital. Moreover, the workload was overwhelming, with people I didn't particularly want to see joining in. I made an effort to keep away from Mr. Vegas, which was quite easy since he was interested in Porsche. Lucky him.

But wait, Khun Kinn also asked me to spy on Khun Vegas. It sounded more like following Porsche.

 

"No matter where he goes, what he does, tell me." Funny that Khun Kinn is really suspecting Porsche.

 

I wonder if Vegas has a plan and with whom. I'm starting to get confused.

 

Following Porsche, he got invited to the minor family home for the first time. Yes, indeed, the first time, because Khun Noo never set foot out of the main family house.

 

Let me tell you, the minor family house is totally different from the main family home. It feels fake.

As I walked past the minor family's bodyguards, I couldn't even raise my hands to wai at them.

Oh my, please protect me, Buddha.

Meeting criminals holding guns wouldn't be as nerve-wracking as walking into the minor family home. Even sitting down for a meal, I got stares full of aggression.

 

If you have something to say, say it, don't just stare like that. I won't eat if you do this. I looked at Porsche and Arm as they looked comfortable. Why is it only me who feels strange?

 

It took a while to catch my breath and calm down.

 

It's unsettling, but I still have to report the news to Khun Kinn.

 

I was so shocked that my heart skipped a beat when I heard someone talking to me.

 

Damn, when did Vegas show up? My heart started to race again.

 

"What's up?" Vegas asked.

"Couldn't find the way back to the room." I smiled as I answered and pocketed my phone.

Why? Why, when I meet eyes with him like this, does it feel like I got caught, like I'm being seen through?

It feels like something isn't right.

"Come on, I'll send you back."

The unsettling smile didn't make me flinch as much as Vegas's hand that gently gripped my shoulder, the weight pressing down on my shoulders, left and right. Pulling me with his arm around my shoulders, the soft scent swirling around my head made me inadvertently hold my breath.

I was led back to my own room, hurriedly thanking him, and Vegas was about to return to his own room, but before he did, I was stopped by two strong arms blocking the way.

"Khun Vegas?" I asked.

"I just wanted to warn you. At the main family house, you can go anywhere you want, but here, at the minor family house, some places, some rooms, you may not be able to enter, or once you enter, you may not be able to leave."

 

At the end of the sentence, his head leaned in close as if whispering in my ear, so I could feel his breath on my neck. I quickly slipped my arm out and stood back to keep a distance, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. I tried to force a smile before responding.

"Thank you, Khun Vegas, for sending me. I'm not stupid enough to forget that. I promise it won't happen again."

"Likewise."

With a smiling response, my face twitched. What does that mean? Vegas raised his hand to pat my back (again!!!) before saying "good night" and walking away.

 

Damn, I don't like having to talk to Vegas one-on-one like that. Why does he feel like a completely different person compared to when he is with Porsche? He seems fake, but it doesn't make Porsche feel uneasy like this.

 

After that, I kept my distance from Khun Vegas as much as possible. If you want to pursue Porsche or anyone else, Khun Vegas, just leave me alone.

 

After work, I came back to take care of Khun Noo, like I was healing. No symptoms of dizziness or rapid heartbeat, just normal nervousness.

 

Until there was the matter with Tawan trying to come back into Khun Kinn's life, trying to manipulate him to think that Porsche is exchanging the main family secret without others knowing, or else his brother would die.

 

And Porsche would do it. This would be the second time someone targeted Porsche as the main target. He protested, but no one believed him. Porsche said if he had to choose between the main family and his brother, he would choose his brother. I was dying to tell Khun Kinn that my heart was breaking. Porsche said if his brother was hurt, he would blame me. But if I let Porsche go like that, he would end up like Tawan. My head hurts from being so stressed out. Normally, my head hurts just from taking care of Khun Noo, but now I have to take care of Porsche too. Another problem and I will have a mental breakdown!

 

Khun Kim wanted to talk with me.

But wait...

This must mean I have to take care of everyone.

I can think this but can't complain. :(

 

"Khun Kim, what did you want to talk about?"

Khun Kim sat still before answering my question with another question.

 

"I heard that you went to the minor family house, right?"

 

"Yes sir. That time Khun Kinn sent me to help Porsche with his job."

 

"I think Porschay's disappearance has something to do with Vegas."

 

Wait... What makes him interested in this matter? Porsche can't even guess it.

 

"Are you sure, Khun Kim?"

 

"I'm rather sure... This could make both Kinn and Porsche worry about Porschay, because someone's been following him for a while." Why is Khun Kinn interested in his brother? There are so many things I don't know, so what will I do?

 

"I want you to sneak into the minor family's house secretly, find where they've taken Porschay, and succeed before they hurt him. You're the only one who's entered the minor family's house already. Can you do it, Pete? I know it's a dangerous mission, but if this is successful, Kinn will not be the same and the main family will have a big loss."

 

I looked into Khun Kim's eyes.

 

I understand the importance of this mission and that it's necessary for me to do it.

 

"I will try my best, Khun Kim."

 

"But don't tell anyone about this. Tell Tankhun that there is something urgent to do."

 

"Yes sir."

 

"And if you get any information, send it to me immediately."

 

"Yes sir."

 

Ugh, ai Pete, ai Pete! My mind's about to explode. Khun Kinn doesn't trust that Porschay disappeared, and Porsche thinks it is Tawan's doing because he doesn't like him. Khun Kinn, who now has Khun Tawan near to remind him what it's like to be betrayed, is aware of Porsche's contact with someone from the minor family. And guess who came to help Porsche find his brother? That someone. He is betraying Porsche and acting like he's helping him find his brother. It's Khun Vegas, as you know.

 

And Khun Kim says it's all Vegas' plan.

 

Oh my god.

 

As you know, Porsche is close with Khun Vegas again and Kim tells me that it's all Khun Vegas's doing?

 

Oiiii it's annoying. Sitting and watching dramas all day with Khun Noo is much easier than this.

 

I said goodbye to Khun Noo and focused on continuing the plan. I asked Porsche what he is planning to do and promised him I wouldn't tell Khun Kinn. But actually, I just wanted to know when Vegas will be with him to sneak into his room while Khun Kinn is angry with Porsche who's with Khun Vegas. Khun Kinn tried to find out why Khun Tawan came back but couldn't find anything.

Meanwhile, Porsche told me Vegas told him that his brother must've been kidnapped by Khun Tawan. He said it's because Tawan loves Khun Kinn a lot.

That time he betrayed Khun kinn was because his family was used as bargain as same as Porschay toward Porsche right now. Khun Tawan wants Khun Kinn to understand already that love and family love can't be compared and that he won't betray him.

 

Just because he betrayed P'Kinn doesn't mean he doesn't love him and he chose Porsche as Khun Kinn's beloved bodyguard. I know this was all Khun Vegas's plan.

 

I just want to cry out loud.

 

Honestly, I secretly believe Khun Kim that this is all Khun Vegas's plan.

 

Until one day, Vegas told Porsche he knew how to find Porschay and would take him there.

 

I needed to hurry to sneak into the minor family's house and find evidence that this is all Khun Vegas's doing.

 

I prepared for the time when there were few people in the house to sneak in, avoid the cameras, and look for evidence that would prove it was Vegas all along.

I thought that if I wanted to find the data, I must go to Khun Vegas's room.

 

Sneaking into his room is the first issue, but finding where Porschay is, is another one.

 

I secretly sneaked into his room and the atmosphere felt normal. I walked into another room, which was a simple bedroom. There was nothing that looked like some of his belongings. There was nothing extra, just a picture on the wall that showed him and Khun Macau both with a smile I had never seen on them before, a smile that looked truly real. After I observed it, I continued looking around the room.

 

I found a locked room, then took something to try to unlock it. I quickly unlocked it and started to look around. There were computers placed side by side on the table. Then I saw another room but didn't have time to play around. I needed to find where Porschay was.

 

The password!

 

I tried to type some easy passwords that Arm told me to try. The ten most popular passwords, even though I knew there was no way he would use such a simple one.

 

What kind of password would he use?

Thinking, thinking.

 

What password would be good? Maybe Khun Vegas's birthday. I waited until it said that wasn't correct.

 

Whose else?... I immediately looked at the picture and then saw Khun Macau's birthday. I entered it and, as I thought, it was correct. The computer started to load.

 

(T/N: omg I love how he loves his brother so much his password is Macau's bday 🥺)

 

You did well, ai Pete!

 

I saw the sites weren't completely turned off and I saw a camera showing an abandoned building. I switched to another camera and then I saw Porschay.

 

Found you!

Damn. So it really is you, Khun Vegas.

I took a picture and sent it to Khun Kim. He read it, so I sent as much as I could. I hoped it was before Khun Vegas betrayed Porsche.

 

I didn't get any response from Khun Kim. Then I took the chance to open another file. There were so many folders, so many that I had to waste time clicking through every single one.

 

I didn't know how much time had passed, but it was worth it. I found a secret file which was missing from the main family. A file that I think must be from someone close and that someone who can enter and leave the main family's house anytime. That was the time when Khun Kinn shot Khun Tawan already.

 

Who's that?

 

I hurried to message Khun Kinn and copy the data to send it to him.

 

"We found Porschay already."

 

"Vegas is returning back."

 

Time for fun is over.

 

I read the message from Khun Kim and prepared to return, but suddenly I saw another folder. I opened it to watch.

 

I watched it and... huh.

 

This psychopath.

 

Why take a video of yourself? I hurried to close it, but at that moment I saw Khun Vegas pulling the person's hair up to look directly at the camera.

 

Shit! I know this person!

 

I closed it and opened another file. The person was making loud, steady moans, so I turned off the sound. Their face expressed a feeling of pain.

 

I remember this face.

 

Shit.

 

But this person... is Khun Kinn's sleeping mate too.

 

My heart beats so fast that my hands are sweating.

 

I open my phone to take a picture of the clip. However, I can't because my battery dies...

 

For fuck's sake.

 

I try to turn it on but unsuccessfully. I panicked and then I heard lots of footsteps belonging to the owner of the house.

 

I give up and put the phone in my pocket, realizing I can't escape. I quickly close everything and turn off the computer. The only option is to hide and wait. I glance at the room I wanted to enter before. It's locked.

 

I take a tool to unlock it and then run inside the darkness to hide.

 

My ear is now on the door, trying to listen for any sound from the other room.

 

I breathe in and out, trying to calm down as I listen. I look around the room I'm in.

 

Omg... I move away from the door. This room has a bed, an X used for BDSM, a pole, and lots of equipment sorted on a table. It looks just like the room from the clip. My heart is beating so loudly it feels like it will jump out of my chest. Even though it beats that loudly, I can hear someone entering the other room, saying something.

 

"Ugh." I can hear an annoyed and angry sound along with loud banging of things falling to the ground.

 

"How the fuck did they know?!" they yelled, and I heard things falling again.

 

The sounds went quiet, so quiet that I had to get closer to the door and listen carefully. I could hear tapping on a keyboard. I had a bad feeling like something was going to happen, so I backed away from the door. I pulled out my gun, holding it, ready to shoot anyone who opened that door.

 

I heard the sound of a door opening and Vegas commanding someone to pick up the things that fell. I held the trigger tightly as I heard footsteps getting closer and closer to the room I was in, and I heard the sound of the door unlocking.

 

When the door slowly opened, I thought I could shoot them, but even if I did, I couldn't escape anyway.

 

The door opened, and I could see the smile of a devil. "Huh?" I met eyes with the person in front of me, and in no second I felt my hand being grabbed. After that, I felt a numb sensation as several volts of electricity flowed through my body. It hurt so much, like being stabbed by a knife. The gun slipped out of my hand, falling to the ground. Both of my legs weakened, and I dropped to my knees. My mouth opened but made no sound.

 

"Cool that you were able to come all the way here."

 

I tried to grab the gun, but the same hand grabbed me by my neck. With the electricity in my body, I lifted my head, trying to free myself from his grip, but unsuccessfully, and he dragged me out to the office.

 

The pain made me bite my lips so hard that I could taste the bitter flavor of my own blood. He kicked away the gun, and I fell to the ground, gasping for air.

 

It hurts. It hurts so fucking much I feel like there are knives cutting through my whole body. Both my arms and legs were weak, and I felt unbearable pain.

 

"Khun Vegas, why are you doing this?!"

 

"What do you mean?" I looked up at the person asking in front of me.

 

"You did a lot of bad things!" He made an evil smile before answering.

 

"Well, it's no different from what the main house did."

 

"What did Khun Kinn do to you? Why are you so psychopathic like this?"

 

After he heard my question, he grabbed my neck. At first, I thought I would feel the electricity again, but no. There was only a hand that tightened and loosened around my neck. I had no idea if I would get strangled to death or electrocuted.

 

"Look. Which clip do you like the most, ai Pete?"

 

"Every clip is disgusting! Ugh-." My voice stopped as he tightened his hold around my throat, making me breathless. I could feel his eyes on me. I didn't know what he was thinking. But getting strangled was much better than the sharp pain from the taser.

 

I tried my best to get out of his grip, but my mind began to go blank, and my vision was blurry from the lack of air. When I felt like I was going to pass out, his hold loosened slightly. I immediately started to gasp for air. My strength was still too weak to fight and escape, but I still didn't want to close my eyes. I stared murderously at the person who caused me to be like this.

 

But the face of the person in front of me made me puzzled. Because he didn't look angry like before. And it's not the fake look I see all the time. It's like that day, that night I met him in the hallway.

 

I look into the interested eyes, eyes that seemed to suck a piece of my soul. The hand on my neck was still firmly gripping. Not too tight and not too loose. He runs his thumb across the location of my blood vessel.

 

"You all can leave now."

 

While I was cursing myself in my mind, he chased away his subordinates.

 

"Do you want us to take him outside and get rid of him, sir?"

 

"No need! All of you out. Now!"

 

I watched his subordinates as they walked away. I thought that maybe I would be able to fight back now. But I hadn't thought of a plan in time. The electricity ran through my whole body again.

 

"Aghhhhhh" I clenched my teeth tightly, pain still lingering in my body. But at a lighter level, it made me feel a strange sensation in my stomach.

 

Oh, or I'm beginning to resist the electricity now? But being like this for a while made my vision go blurry. A hand pulled me up to navigate me back to the room I was hiding in before.

 

"Aghhh, let go!" I gasped for air. The pain really hurts, the numbness is numbing. I was dragged by my neck, and there was no air coming into my lungs.

 

I was dragged and thrown onto the bed. After that, the grip on my neck loosened, and his hand moved away. But in no minute, my wrist was locked by a chain.

 

"Fuck. Let go!" I tried to get out of the chain, but it was so thick like it was used to tame elephants.

 

"I warned you before, ai Pete. Some rooms can't be escaped."

 

"If you want to capture me and ask about the secrets of the main family, I won't tell you." I glared at him, and Vegas just smiled. Damn, you are not okay.

 

"Or if you think I'll tell you something about Khun Kinn, I won't!"

 

"Hah, I don't think the main family would care about a stupid dog." You... What dog are you talking about?

 

"If you want to kill me, just do it and get it over with. Why do all this?"

 

"Ah... you are funny, Pete." Vegas then climbed onto the bed, seeing that I immediately backed away.

 

"What are you so afraid of? Too afraid that you would rather die?"

 

"I'm afraid of you, psychopath!"

 

"Liar!" His hand pulled the chain, making me get closer to him, and the other hand grabbed my cheeks.

 

"Someone like you, who once can watch me torturing people without blinking. Ha! Don't you, want me to know about this?" Then his hand which was holding the chain now changed to grab and clench my private part which I want to ignore the most.

 

"Ai Vegas! Let go!" I tried to turn and kick with my legs, but it was no use.

 

"Ahhhh Pete. Tell me. Is this because you got shocked, strangled, or something else?" Not only talking,his hand at my cheeks then slide to clench tightly at my neck. I tried to wiggle myself out, but couldn't.

 

"But you don't have to answer me, Pete. Because I will find out myself."

 

When he finished speaking, his hand on my neck moved down to take off my shirt. While the other hand still made me want to rip my own head off.

 

To be continued.....

Chapter Text

Vegas' POV

 

"Fucking hell!" Why does every plan go wrong? Ai Kim found Porschay. As for Tawan, he's useless! Dare enough to betray me! Finally, he's dead.

 

"How the fuck did you they know?!" I can't think of anything. Besides ai Tawan, no one knew where Porschay was. Only me. No one knows about the location... There is only a CCTV camera...

 

I went to check my computer... It's warm like it has been used a while ago.

 

I think about how long ago I wasn't here and when I came back. There is no way anyone who used the computer could escape.

 

They must still be here. But here... there's nowhere to hide. The one who entered must have unlocked the other room.

 

Someone from the main family must have sneaked all the way into my room. The one who told ai Kim where Porschay was, must've been someone who wasn't in the main family's house today.

 

Just thinking about it, the worried expression on that person's face that I often saw came back to me, and I couldn't help but smile slightly.

 

I picked up some special gloves, put them on, and called my subordinates before going to the door of the other room.

 

As I expected.

Pete, head bodyguard of the main family, pointed a gun at me. His determined eyes stared at me with a look of challenge...

"Huh."

I turned on the electricity to maximum, quickly grabbing his wrist before he could shoot me. As soon as the electricity flowed through his body, his eyes widened, his mouth opened without making a sound. Then the gun slipped from his hand, and I held his wrist tightly. His body arched in pain.

 

"You did great for making it all the way here," I praised him, pulling my hand away. You are good at this, but that's it.

 

He tried to grab the gun that had fallen to the ground, so I grabbed him by his neck and continued to send electricity through his slender body.

 

He tried to free his hand by lifting his head back, but it was useless.
I used some of my strength to drag him to the turned-on computer.

 

Cool, really, that he can even find these clips.

 

"Khun Vegas, why are you doing this?" A hoarse voice asked, interrupted by his breathing.

 

"Which one do you mean?" Pete's eyes met mine. His lips are red and bruised, so tempting...

 

"You have done a lot of bad things!"

 

"It's no different from what the main family did." I looked at him. He's giving me a challenging look in contrast with his exhaustion. Why do I feel so excited when I see this? Interesting...

 

"What did khun Kinn do to you that makes you so psychotic?" I reached out to hold his slender neck. Pete's eyes flickered with panic for a moment, then showed a look of surprise at not getting electrocuted.

 

"Which clip do you like the most, ai Pete?"

 

"Every clip is disgusting! Ugh-" His voice went quiet as I squeezed harder. Two hands reached up and tried to pry my hands away. But his eyes still showed a look of challenge. His firm chest beneath his shirt panted because he was about to run out of air. His red lips sores spread apart and his pupils widened as he struggled to breathe. And when he couldn't stand it anymore, I loosened my grip.

 

Pete took in two quick breaths before flicking his eyes to stare at my glare.

 

Damn it, why does this person like it so much? such a pleasant look to me. I couldn't resist and ran my fingers over his neck, feeling his heartbeat. A feeling of struggle, of challenge, of no weakness or surrender. Since his life is in my hands, I would like to know if I did something else with him. How would he look like? Would he be able to speak well or bite his lips tightly in patience?

 

At this moment, right now, I'm no longer angry that my plan fell apart. I don't care what information Pete got just now. I don't care about the main family and the minor family. I don't care if Porsche knows the truth or not. I only care if what I'm wondering about Pete is correct. If I do something to him, how will he react?

 

"You all can leave."

 

"Do you want me to take him outside and shoot him, sir?"

 

"No need! Get out. Now!"

 

I adjusted the electricity level to neutral before turning it on, causing Pete's eyes that once stare at my subordinates walking out, flicked back and looked at me again.

 

"Aghhhhh." I saw him grit his teeth tightly until the jaw ridge became pronounced. The sound of him trying to suppress the pain pleased me greatly. I dragged him back into the other room, then threw him on the bed. I forcefully squeezed his throat tightly.

 

"Ughhh, let go!" He protested before I released him. I don't dare to let him go for too long. Quickly, I grabbed his wrist, keys, and chains and locked his arms. Ai Pete, who was gasping for air, suddenly sat up and looked at his restraints.

 

"Fuck, let me go!" I saw him try to pull the chain in my hand with his wrist.

 

Why is the picture of him chained on the bed? Plus, with a bruise on his neck, I'm so aroused.

 

"I've warned you before, Pete. You can enter some places, but you can't get out."

 

"If you want to capture me and ask about the secrets of the main family, I won't tell you." I couldn't help but laugh when I saw ai Pete trying to figure out why I hadn't killed him yet.

 

"Or if you think I'll tell you something about Khun Kinn, I won't!"

 

"Hah, I don't think the main family would care about a stupid dog."
His eyes shone brightly. I could tell that he was dissatisfied with being compared to a dog. He was so loyal to the point of death. If he's not a dog, what else could he be?

 

"If you want to kill me, just do it and get it over with. Why do all this?" He wiggled the chain on his wrist and asked me again. I really want to know if I play with this dog, will he lick my lips?

 

"Ah... you are funny, Pete." I slowly moved towards him on the bed. Seeing him backing away in a quick, fearful way, I couldn't help but ask.

 

"What are you so afraid of? Too Afraid that you would rather die?"

 

"I'm afraid of you, psychopath!" Psychopath? Well, I'm definitely not the only one in this room.

 

"Liar!" I pulled the chain with force, causing Pete to lean closer. My other hand squeezed both sides of his cheeks.

 

"Someone like you, who can look at other people's privacy without blinking... is not afraid that I will know about this?" I stared into his eyes. Where was the fear of dying? I don't see it at all. All I saw was panic. With a hint of emotion that I think I know very well. Because now I feel the same.

 

I used my free hand to search for his private part. A stiffness and alertness that was no different from mine. I couldn't help but squeeze it in excitement.

 

"Ai Vegas! Let go!"

 

Pete's eyes were frightened by the truth that I knew and forced him to admit. He tried to lift both of his legs and kick me. Seeing him hard without having to do anything makes me feel satisfied.

 

"Ahhhh Pete. Tell me. Is this because you got shocked, strangled, or something else?" I moved the hand that was squeezing the side of his cheeks. Slid my way down his neck to the location of the bruise before tightening my grip.

 

"But you don't have to answer me, Pete. Because I will find out myself." I could feel the warm part in my grip twitch.

 

He tried to turn away, trying to hide that he's in the mood because of me and I was right about it. I squeezed his neck again with force, causing him to lessen his strength. Then I climbed on his hips.

 

"I don't want this, Vegas, let me go!"

 

He closed his eyes tightly, refusing to meet my eyes. I don't know if it was because he was embarrassed that I knew his secret, or not. I squeezed his throat, alternating between soft and hard. I saw him biting his lips, opening and closing them.

 

I used my other hand to pull off his shirt, revealing smooth, fine skin to the eyes. His strong chest heaved and panted, beads of sweat glistening on it. As for him, he immediately opened his eyes and stared at me.

 

"W-what are you going to do... Vegas?"

 

I gave him a smile before running my hand over his sweaty skin, feeling satisfied. I avoided his sensitive parts with almost touching them causing his eyebrows furrowed in displeasure as reflex.

 

I really like it.

 

My fingertips brushed lightly, causing him to flinch. After passing it a few times, the top of his chest, his delicate nipples stood up against my hand. I raised the electrical level to the lowest level before starting to caress his chest again. It made him close his eyes and avoid eye contact, but it didn't matter. Just by seeing the rhythm of his rapid breathing, I knew that he was awake. Aroused, same as me.

 

I went around but didn't touch. I watched him as he was trying to suppress his own feelings.

 

"Pete, open your eyes," I commanded, and he immediately did. His eyes are confused.

 

"Red means stop, yellow means rest, green means continue..." I said simply but deliberately brushed my finger across the top of his chest until he flinched.

 

"...Red, yellow, or green?" I pressed gentle pressure to his neck again before following up with my fingers, causing a soft groan in his throat.

 

"Will it hurt a lot?" I saw him glancing at the equipment. Damn, I wish I noticed ai Pete before.

 

"As much as you please." And I was satisfied. Because I already told him the color code and just waited for his answer.

 

He remained silent, so I caressed his chest to get my answer.

 

"G- eh green!"

 

I smiled widely at his response.

 

To be continued....

Chapter Text

Pete's POV

 

"G- eh green!" Damn it, what could I choose? If I replied red! Red!! Are you really going to stop? And your hand, it’s too much! Hold and caress mines as if it was yours.

 

Vegas's eyes lit up immediately at my answer. The electric glove is still switched on but seems to be on a different level than before. Because this one only makes me feel a tingling sharp pain.

 

Vegas bent down and pushed my neck to the side in a drunken way, then went all the way down to my chest. Made me startle frequently. I couldn't guess what he would do to me. I soon felt his teeth gnashing. Now, a rough tongue drags and stirs. I could only keep my mouth shut to prevent myself from crying out.

 

"Agh!" Fuck! I can't take it. Even though Electricity is at a low level, but when he's touching my sensitive spots, it made me let out a loud cry. I don't know when Vegas got the time to take off my pants but I was naked while he had his pants on.

 

"Shit, it hurts!" When I tried to lower my voice, he bit into my chest until it ached. I accidentally raised my hand and slammed his shoulder. Will he bite my thing off?

 

Vegas glanced at my eyes and grinned.

 

"Not for long." He blew onto my nipples, which were swollen from his biting. Then he swirled his tongue like if he was comforting a little child, before sucking them again.

 

Please, just take a gun and shoot me. I'm fucking confused. What am I doing? My brain’s not function anymore. So I just lay here and allow him with ‘green light signal’ to do every fucking thing to me - yeah really FUCKING me.

 

But between having the opportunity to choose: dying and having sex. Isn't it difficult to choose?

 

"Slow down! I can't catch my breath." One moment, he touch at upper part, another moment at lower part. One moment his caress is at my front then suddenly flash at behind me, this all making me startle.

 

"Huh... you are really something." Vegas kinda complain about me, But he didn't seem upset. He bit me hard, inside of my thigh so I squeezed my legs against him, and that make him chuckle in response.

 

"Shit. Who's the dog now?"

 

"Wait, and you’ll see." He replied and turned me from a lying position to kneeling on the soft bed. Because the mattress was soft and he used one hand to press down on the back of my neck. Putting me in the position of bending over and arching my butt for him.

 

I tried to use both hands to lift myself up but the hand on the back of my neck squeezed me tighter.

 

"Like this, Now, who is the dog"

 

He rubbed the glove all over my body making my legs shake.

 

"Mmmmm." I gave up and let him press my face down and moaned. It's giddy, it's thrilling. All of my senses are overloaded.

 

The hand on my neck still squeezed and relaxed in a rhythm that I couldn't guess. Enough to make breathing difficult but not suffocating. Meanwhile, his other hand briefly left my body before returning with an ice-cold gel. His hand still squeezed and rubbed to satisfy me. Even with the area I was most afraid of, he just rubbed it quickly and everything seemed to relax until.

 

"Phew!" "Ugh!!!!" I was startled by the palm that smacked me. It hurts and stings. But during that moment, the pain that I received ran through my core until it ached. As if my head was empty.

 

Vegas rubbed and massaged the area, which was probably starting to turn red by now. My legs, which had stopped shaking since I wasn't shocked by the electric current, started shaking again.

 

"Red, yellow or green?"

 

"..." I don't want to answer anything. What's wrong with me? I can only breathe. I pressed my head against the bed, ashamed of how I feel right now.

 

"Pete, if you don't answer. I'll stop." And his hands actually stopped, even the one on my neck and the other on my dick. I feel like I'm stuck, confused and unable to find the way out. I should stop him from making me embarrassed but.......

 

"Why am I like this?" My question is toward no-one, or anyone. Me myself, Vegas, or any ghost in this room. I wanted to cry at my own pitifulness.

 

"Like what?" I couldn't see Vegas' expression. But the tone of his voice seemed calm. Then his hand came back to caress the bruise on my neck, as if trying to comfort me.

 

"It's just.... that you never knew this part of yourself. if there was someone who can get aroused from hurting others, by hearing them moan. There also can be people who get excited from receiving pain.

 

Do you just tell me that I'm the later one? And you are the another?

 

And it is normal, not weird at all?

 

It's strange since everything has led me and you to end up in bed.

 

I tried to think through my situation. Will this choice affect my future? Can I escape from here? Which option is most beneficial to me?

 

Come on!

 

" -en" The hand which was caressing me stopped.

 

"What is it?"

 

"I said green! Why do I need to repeat myself!"

 

"And here?" His hand circled around my private part. Pressed lightly and slid his fingers away. "I don't want to have to stop and ask multiple times."

 

There's nothing to lose. Aside from this, my face, dignity, and shame were all gone.

 

"Ehh."

 

"What color?"

 

"Green! Ahh!" As soon as I answered, his finger thrust in. I was startled unexpectedly. My body shrank in shock, but the hand on my neck immediately tightened. Take my attention and feelings away from being offended. His fingers move in circles but Didn't went deep. I could feel that he spread a lot of gel inside me.

 

“Smack!” Then my attention was drawn to the pain I had received and I couldn't help but cry out. It felt like my dick was slowly dripping with precum from this action.

 

"Smack!” Vegas hit the same spot for the third time. I could feel that there must be a mark with the shape of his hand.

 

“Pete, you’re driving me crazy.” What? What did I do?

 

And while I was still confused and couldn’t keep up, the hard, warm organ thrust in suddenly.

 

“Hissss,” both our voices sounded.

 

“So damn tight.”

 

"Ahh!" Fuck. I groaned into the mattress, my body twitching and tensing, tightening around him even more, intensifying the pain from his recent thrust.

 

His hand returned to my member, stroking it carelessly but seizing the moment to squeeze the head hard.

 

"Hurts!" Ow!” He took the opportunity to thrust in full and deeply. I felt a painful pressure both in front and behind, so intense that it made me cry. But damn, just like Vegas said, the pain came with an intense pleasure.

 

“Pete, look up.” I followed his command confusedly. There was a hand on my neck pulling me up as he commanded.

 

I blinked a few times to chase away the tears. Then I saw what he wanted me to see.

 

In front of me was a mirror reflecting the image of me kneeling in doggy style. My face was flushed red, my eyes and lips were swollen and red, and my neck and chest were covered with red marks and bite marks. Behind me, it was penetrating deeply. Both of us had wet hair from sweat, and sweat was glistening on our bodies.

 

His eyes fixed on me through the mirror. I saw him lick his lips. I felt every moment as it slowly withdrew before thrusting back in with full force. I stared back at him, seeing the satisfaction in his eyes, a look I rarely saw. Then, everything began to escalate rapidly until I had to press my face into the mattress again. I tried to stifle my own moans as his hands intensified my sensations. As I was about to climax, he gripped my member hard, causing a sharp pain. My body responded by convulsing and tensing up.

 

“Pete… damn…” I heard Vegas muttering something, but suddenly I felt the thing inside my butt gradually swell, resisting my clench. At that moment, both Vegas and I froze. His hand moved to grip my hip tightly. A certain sensation coursed through me, making me climax right then.

 

Before my consciousness faded due to exhaustion both physically and mentally, I could still feel Vegas’s member continuing to expand, holding me in place before he released into the condom he was wearing.

 

Vegas knotted me…

Chapter Text

Pete's POV

 

I woke up in an unfamiliar room, my body feeling as if I had run a marathon. The upper half of my body was covered in bruises, hickeys, and bite marks, while the lower half had only a pair of boxers. When I tried to move my hands, I realized there were handcuffs on my left wrist.

 

This wasn't a dream.

 

I remembered what happened yesterday: I received orders from Khun Kim to find Porschay, which was indeed Vegas's doing. I was caught trying to gather information, and then Vegas chained me up. And then we ended up having sex.

 

What the hell is going on?

 

The point is, what happens next? Why can I only think of one possibility: that once he gets bored, he won't keep me around? That could be today or tomorrow. Otherwise, I have to find a way to escape on my own or wait for someone to rescue me.

 

But who? Only Khun Kim knows I sneaked into the minor family's house. Will Khun Kim even care if I make it out? Meanwhile, everyone else thinks I'm away on personal business...

 

"Awake already?" A familiar voice made me startle with paranoia, scattering my thoughts immediately.

 

"Here, drink some water," Vegas offered me a glass of water.

 

I looked at the glass, then into his eyes. I had no idea what he was planning.

 

"What do you think you will do khun Vegas? If you are going to kill me, don't waste your time like this on me." Him, seeing that I didn't take the glass of water, he drank from it himself but kept his eyes fixed on me, then smiled.

"Do you realize, Pete, how captivating your eyes are when you're defiant?" What the hell? This is nonsense. I'm not being defiant—I'm stressed and confused.

 

Fine, if you're going to answer like that, I'll ask more.

 

"Since you're not likely to let me go alive, can I ask you something? I don't understand why are you doing all this..." I dared to ask, but would he dare to answer?

 

I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. I didn't know if he was angry at my question, the main family, Khun Kinn, or someone else.

 

"Because it makes me look like a loser, a jealous person who's only good at sneaky backstabbing."

 

"Pete!" *crash* The glass in his left hand shattered into pieces, and blood started to drip, drop by drop, more and more rapidly.

 

I turned pale.

 

"Don't get too cocky!" His bloodsoaked hand reached out and squeezed my cheek tightly. I could still see shards of glass embedded in his hand.

"Before you get angry, shouldn't you take care of that wound first?" My bodyguard instincts kicked in. I tried to pull his hand away from my face, but Vegas forcefully pulled it back.

 

"Stay still!" I snapped, glaring at him. Blood was flowing like a faucet. I removed the glass shards from his hand, but I couldn't see how long or deep the wound was because it was obscured by blood. I pressed my fingers against the wound to stop the bleeding and dragged him to the bathroom. I turned on the water to wash away the blood and examine the wound. Damn, it was deep. About two centimeters long and reaching the muscle.

 

"The wound needs stitches..."

 

"Why do you care? Feeling guilty?" I looked up from his wound to meet his eyes in the mirror.

 

Yeah..... why do I even care?

 

"I'm not like you, hurting others without feeling anything," I replied, continuing to clean the wound and searching for any remaining glass shards. I could feel his gaze on me through the mirror's reflection.

 

The blood wouldn't stop. Seeing the depth of the wound, I pressed my lips together, feeling the pain on his behalf. Despite the wound on his hand, Vegas stood behind me, looking like it doesn't hurt him at all.

 

"Pete?"

 

"Can you use your mouth?" he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

 

You sick psycho!!!

 

"Seeing you covered in blood is such a turn on," he said, moving closer until I could feel his erection pressing against my butt

 

I was so annoyed that I pressed my finger directly into his wound, but he didn't flinch. The blood on my face was because he smeared it there, wasn't it?

 

He grabbed me and spun me around to face him, one knee wedging between my legs. He pulled his left hand back, blood still trickling, and stroked my cheek before running his hand down my neck and back up to caress my lips.

 

"See, I'm being kind. I figured your lower mouth is probably still sore, so I'm letting you use the upper one instead."

 

"I don't want to use either of them. What about your wound? Are you just going to let it get infected?"

 

"If I die, won't you be happy, Pete? The main family would probably be delighted."

 

"I don't know. I'm a bodyguard for the Theerapanyakul family. Don't the main and minor families have the same surname? You're the only one who hate the main family."

 

"Heh heh." He laughed and continued smearing his blood on me. Disgusting. Blood was all over me.

 

"You really don't know anything." What?

 

"You're a loyal dog, but I'm still hard. Take care of it for me." Back to this again.

 

"Hurry, I'm going to bleed out and die here. Can't help myself with this wounded hand..." Damn it!

 

"Why should I!"

 

"I'll guide you," he responded quickly, dragging me out of the bathroom back to the bed. He sat at the edge, away from the glass shards and pool of blood nearby. He removed his pants, revealing his erected member just as he said.

 

Damn it, I haven't done anything yet. You were the one who smeared your blood on me.

 

"Pete, get on your knees!" My body dropped to my knees on the floor with a thud, following his command unconsciously. He smiled broadly, satisfied. The pain from my knees brought me a bit to my senses. He reached out to caress my face, ears, and neck.

 

"Open your mouth... good... very good." I shut my eyes tightly. Why can't I stop myself from obeying his orders?

 

"Open wider... good... swallow slowly... don't let your teeth touch, or you'll be punished." Just thinking about it made my jaw twitch, and I bit down lightly.

 

"Heh," he tightened his grip on my neck. My body reacted by contracting my throat from the lack of air. I felt choked both inside and out. Vegas used his hand on my neck to control the movement. I tried to breathe through my nose, but keeping my mouth open and tense made everything difficult. The discomfort made it impossible to hold back my tears.

 

"Your mouth is really good," he said, releasing my neck and grabbing the hair at the back of my head instead. He forced my head to move back and forth, matching the increasingly fast thrusts of his hips. I felt like I was suffocating, my nose pressed against him. His body scent made me dizzy, and all I could do was pant, which only sucked him deeper into my throat.

 

"Suck harder, damn it." His pace quickened. I didn't know how long he used my mouth, but eventually, his member twitched and released a fluid that gushed from my throat back into my mouth, making me want to vomit. Vegas pressed my head down firmly.

 

"Swallow it!" Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the blood smeared on my cheeks. My throat burned with his release still in my mouth, even though he had softened. I wanted to spit it out but couldn't. I swallowed it down, feeling utterly pathetic.

 

Vegas withdrew from my mouth with precise timing.

 

"Ugh," I coughed, my mouth and throat burning. He watched me kneel at the bed's edge, wiping away my tears with his hand, using his thumb to push my mouth open to check if I had really swallowed his release.

 

"If you wanted water, you should have take it," he said. I couldn't help but glare at him, but he just smiled and chuckled.

 

"You can go clean yourself now. The chain only reaches here and the bathroom. The farthest you can go is to the door of my office. I'll take care of my wound first, and Nop will bring you some food."

 

"How long are you going to keep me chained up like a dog?"

 

"You're a dog. This suits you," he replied and turned to leave.

 

"Then you're fucking a dog!" I shouted after him in frustration. I heard him laugh at my insult.

 

Honestly, I felt both anger and hatred towards him. Now, I'm starting to wonder if living like this, being abused by him, is any better than just dying.

 

I took the opportunity while he was gone to hurry to the bathroom and clean myself up. My body was covered in marks he had left. Blood stains, saliva, semen, bruises, and handprints from where he had hit me. I scrubbed hard, hoping to erase these marks, scrubbing until it hurt and my skin turned red, but I still felt dirty.

 

It was me who let him do all this.

 

Why, Pete? You've never been like this before. Can you even claim he forced you? Was it me who consented to everything? Maybe I should have chosen to die rather than lose my humanity, becoming this dumb dog.

 

"Thud." The bathroom door opened, startling me. I turned to see Vegas standing there, arms crossed and leaning casually against the doorframe, his left hand bandaged.

 

"Food's been sitting there, and you haven't come out. I thought you might've slipped and cracked your head open in here," he said. I didn't reply, turning off the water and reaching for a towel to leave, but Vegas stepped in to block my way.

 

What are you doing here? I was just about to leave."

 

"Are you feeling unwell?"

 

"After everything I've been through, should I be feeling fine?" I snapped back at him, my words as quick as my thoughts. Vegas raised an eyebrow, but he didn't seem angry.

 

"I think you're sick. Let me check your temperature." He continued to approach me while I was only in a towel. He placed his right hand on my forehead, then dragged it down my chest, abdomen, and to my dick. I tried to push him away with both hands, but he started to stroke it.

 

"Vegas, let me go."

 

"But you didn't finish earlier."

 

"I don't need to. I'm not in the mood."

 

"You will be." Damn it! He wrapped the chain from my left wrist around my right and pinned me against the wall, making me face away from him.

 

"Don't wiggle too much, Pete, or my wound will get wet."

 

"Then let me go!" I felt his hand caressing my back, seemingly inspecting the marks he had left. His hand trailed down to my buttocks, which he had mercilessly thrust into yesterday. I wished the wall would just swallow me whole as he spread my butt cheeks.

 

"You're not torn outside. I thought you couldn't handle my knot."

 

"You bastard, let me go! I can check myself."

 

"Let me see if there's any tearing inside." His fingers entered, probing and spreading, moving in and out while his lips kissed and nipped at my neck, moving to the back of my neck, the sensitive area where my Omega hormones are most active.

 

"No, not like this," I stammered as my body responded to him again. Why was this happening?

 

"You're really hot inside. You might have a fever." He bit the back of my neck, sending electric currents down my spine to my tailbone, making me arch my hips towards his hand at my rear.

 

"Pete, you're so sexy."

 

"Ahhh..."

 

"I promise I'll only use my hand... Red, yellow, or green?" I heard his breathy voice, whispering in my ear as he nibbled my ear. My legs lost their strength even more after he aroused me like this.

 

"Just your hand?"

 

"Just my hand."

 

"... Ah... Ugh."

 

"..."

 

"Green," I replied weakly, feeling utterly pathetic for not being able to control my own body.

 

To be continued...

Chapter Text

Vegas' POV

 

...

 

I looked down at the bandage on my left hand, remembering Pete's expression as he diligently pressed and cleaned my wound, even when he snapped at me to take care of it. He seemed genuinely worried about me.

But how could that be?

 

"Grandma... I'm so tired,"

 

The soft murmuring from the bed made me turn to look at Pete, who was curled up. His face still had traces of tears, and his lips were a deep red, perhaps because he had been biting them frequently. The marks I left were clearly visible from his neck down to his thighs.

 

Honestly, I've never been this intimate with anyone before. But with Pete, once I knew we shared this preference, it's like I couldn't hold myself back.

 

Yesterday, I teased him until he reached the peak multiple times, until there was nothing left to release. His expression was a mix of joy and torment.

 

"Grandma... Grandpa..."

 

His voice murmured again, making me anxious. As I reached out to touch his forehead, I realized it was burning hot.

 

All I could do was shake my head.

 

I fetched a fever-reducing patch and some paracetamol.

 

"Pete, Pete, wake up and take your medicine," I shook him gently. He furrowed his brow but didn't wake up. So, I took the paracetamol myself, followed by some water. The bitterness of the dissolving pill made me act quickly; I kissed him, passing the pill down his throat. It tasted more bitter than before, making me furrow my brow in dissatisfaction.

 

Suddenly, I had the thought of wiping him down, but why? Where did that thought come from?

 

Maybe it's because Pete reminds me of my babysitter, the only person who ever showed concern for me. But he hasn't been with me for long. Dad probably wants my life to be as miserable as possible because I didn't live up to his expectations.

 

Damn, I can't think straight.

 

Someone who constantly plans like me, who schemes and deceives business partners and the main family, now faced with someone lying in bed, I don't know what to do with him. Normally, if someone dared to invade my secrets in my room, I'd torment and get rid of them. But now, why should I do that? I don't want him to die yet.

 

But with Pete in this room, who has foolishly earned the trust of the main family and gained access to various secrets of the minor families, I can't just let him go like that.

 

I'll just keep him here like this, as mine.

 

I drop the thought about Pete and then prepare myself to report what happened to Dad. So many things have gone wrong lately. I don't want to think about what Dad will do to me this time.

 

I will never get used to those he did to me.

Especially, now pa has a new girl and she's pregnant with pa's child. He'll probably pour all his hopes of love onto her immediately, while I, who have never been in his favour, no matter how well I do, never seem to be valued.

 

As expected, I got scolded, even though I didn't do anything wrong. He probably wants to cut me off from being his son altogether if he could. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if mom died because she couldn't bear pa anymore. Maybe it wasn't about the main family issue, but if it were like that, mom should have taken me and Macau with her...

 

The simmering anger was too much to handle. When I was separated from the bodyguards who caught me, I just returned to my room.

 

Fuck this!!!

 

"Creak.." The sound of the door opening in the midst of silence made me turn to look. I saw Pete standing, looking at me from the doorway. His face was pale, but his cheeks were flushed, probably from the fever pill that hadn't subsided yet.

 

His gaze was calm, as if he was observing me. Or maybe it was because I'm the person who caught him. Damn it, does everyone hate me that much.

 

"Fuck!" With frustration, I slammed both hands onto the table to vent my emotions, but the pain I felt externally was nothing compared to the heartache I felt inside.

 

"You're going to reopen your wound..." Pete's voice came from behind. I stopped and stared at the bandage on my left hand, for the second time today.

 

Suddenly, I felt a bit calmer.

 

I didn't care about Pete still standing there. I walked back to my private bedroom, changed clothes, and decided it was better to calm my emotions first.

 

I didn't know if I drowned myself in the atmosphere, the music, or the alcohol in a bar, but the more I drank, the more the pain was replaced by numbness. It made me think less about what pa said to me. Every glance, disdainful and humiliating. How I was useless. Not good as Kinn. Even about I have interest only in men and not omega. Why does he even care about my
successor when he was still producing them himself.

 

How the foul damn genes can produce some good grandchildren.

 

I gulped down the last glass of liquor, everything around me seemed blurry. I must be reaching my limit now. If I let myself get any more drunk than this, there's a chance we'll end up fighting again tomorrow.

 

I called for a ride to take me home.

 

Fuck this world, fuck my life.

I wonder when my miserable life will end. Please, let it be soon, before I lose my sanity.

 

Once home, I walked straight to my room. Suddenly, I craved Pete's scent. It was a scent that brought me peace, but sometimes it stirred up my emotions until I could barely stand it.

 

I lay down beside him. His body scent enveloped the bed. Despite being just within arm's reach, I felt him withdraw from me.

 

"You're still not asleep?" Even when he's sick, he stays up late. I examined him. His face looked better than this morning. The fever must have gone down.

 

He glanced at me suspiciously but didn't say anything.

 

"What are you afraid of?"

 

"Try being me. Getting caught and not knowing when you'll die."

 

"But I still haven't killed you yet." Killing him hasn't crossed my mind. I looked at his face in the darkness before asking, "Do you hate me that much?" I caught Pete pursing his lips, avoiding eye contact before reluctantly replying,

 

"Ehhh, I do. I hate you a lot."

 

"Well, it's always gonna be like that. Everyone hates me. Even Pa hates me. I hate myself too." I closed my eyes.

 

"You used to say I'm a loser, a jealous... Isn't it reasonable? Born into the minor family, no matter how hard I try, it's always 'minor'. Always being the second one. Even though I treat Porche better, Porche still chooses ai Kinn over me."

 

"Others might compare you to khun Kinn, but why do you compare yourself?"

 

"That's it. Haha." I laughed to myself. Everything in my life is just a comparison to ai Kinn. And then I looked at Pete, who still looks at me.

 

Only Pete, who doesn't compare me to ai Kinn.

 

I just want to hug him.

 

As fast as thought, I tried to pull myself closer and reached over to find him.

"What... are you doing?" Pete shifted away from me almost falling off the bed. It looked funny. The manner as head of the bodyguard was completely gone.

 

"You're cute, you know." I blurted out. He paused, his big eyes looking at me as if not believing his own ears. His expression was ridiculously funny. Haha!

 

"Come here, let me hug you." I said, and his face became more funny, he even stopped squirming, and stopped trying to escape. I exerted force to pull him closer and held him tight in my arms, even though he was already stiff and stubborn.

 

I buried my face in his neck, inhaling deeply to take in the scent that made me calmer, before I fell asleep from both exhaustion and the influence of alcohol.

 

To be continued....

Chapter Text

Pete's POV

 

'You're cute, you know?' The words echoed in my head. Just thinking about it made my skin crawl. I don't know when the one, who said it, left. But the smell of alcohol and his scent still lingered on the bed. His own bed was there nearby, yet he came to share this small bed with me instead. Why does life have to be this cruel to someone like me?

 

"I told you to stop!!" The loud yelling voice was from outside. It wasn't either ai Vegas' or Khun Gun's. I rapidly got up and walked closer to the office door to eavesdrop.

 

"Ai Big!!! I said khun Vegas isn't here!"

 

Huh? Which Big? This yelling was louder than the first one. I thought the sound must be coming towards this room.

 

"I'll wait!!!" It's his voice, damn it, ai Big!!!!

 

"You can't enter Vegas' room! You're not allowed!"

 

"Normally, I wait in the room!!! Are you asking me to stand in the middle of the hallway in the minor family's house or what?"

You're sure sneaking information from the main family to the minor family. You used to be the head of the Bodyguard for Khun Kinn. Why are you doing this?"

"New orders! I've reported this to Vegas, so you just wait!!"

 

"Damn it!" I heard his voice cursing along with the sound of footsteps circling around, neither near nor far.

 

After a while, I heard the sound of the lockpick. Ah, you are really a brave one, ai Big, betraying the main family betrayer and you're still defying the minor family's orders. Really a brave one indeed.

 

I listened to the sound of footsteps circling around in front of the door, secretly afraid that he might open the door and come in. If I had not known earlier that it was ai Big who betrayed the main famity, I would have shouted for his help already.

 

"Ai Big!!! What are you doing!!! You dare to defy my orders?"

 

"khun Vegas, you have to help me! Khun Kinn is suspicious of me now."

 

"And who else did you sell the information to? It's not just me for sure. You even have the nerve to come asking me for help."

 

"Why would you care? This information doesn't affect the minor family at all."

"If you don't want me to care, then don't come crawling to me for help. You're such an idiot, Big. No wonder Khun Kinn doesn't even glance your way."

 

"Not everyone can be as clever as your precious Porche, the one you're so infatuated with."

 

"Smack!!!" The sound of the slap startled me. My hand, which had been gripping the doorknob, slid the door open a bit.

 

"Who's there!!!" Big shouted.

 

I opened the door wider, not caring that I was still handcuffed. I really wanted to see the look on that bastard's face.

 

"a...Ai Pete! How are you here... or are you..."

 

"I am not a piece of shit like you. Don't you think I would betray the main family." Big's face showed various emotions. From shock to relief and when he heard what I said, he got angry and shot a glare at Vegas.

 

"Khun Vegas, you have to kill him. Someone like Pete would rather die than betray the main family. Keeping him around is useless, especially now that he knows about me." Damn, what a bastard.

 

"Smack!!!" The sound of Big getting slapped caught me off guard. He held his face and glared fiercely at Vegas.

 

"What right do you have to order me around? Whether I keep him or kill him is my business. Before you worry about Pete exposing you, Kinn is already suspicious of you. You'd better spend your time figuring out how to save yourself."

 

"If I don't make it, you won't either. But you can't kill me because I'm the one arranging deals with important clients for you. You haven't forgotten that, have you, khun Vegas?" I watched as they stared each other down intensely.

 

"Sometimes I wonder," Vegas sneered, "you couldn't even manage a simple task like separating Porsche from Kinn. And How would you supposed to handle the big jobs?" Big listened to Vegas's scorn and suddenly smiled.

 

"Even you drugged Porsche and got him into bed but failed to take him. Yet you still manage big deals."

 

"Ai Big! You've gone too far!" Vegas grabbed Big's neck and squeezed tightly. I watched the scene unfold, feeling numb. There was too much information for me to process.

 

Big struggled, trying to pry Vegas's hands off, but to no avail.

 

"Listen to me. If you don't want to die, from now on, don't let me see your face again. Both the main family and the minor family will be after you. Get out!" Vegas threw Big to the ground before storming out of the room. I watched Big, gasping for air with tears streaming down his face, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Big, you're doomed.

 

After a while, Big composed himself. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and glared at me, inspecting me from head to toe. I glared back with anger, furious at his betrayal of the main family.

 

"Heh, that look in your eyes, Pete. You must be really angry with me."

 

"How could you do this? The main family treated you well in every way."

 

"You'll never understand my feelings. My whole life, I dedicated everything to them. And look at what I got in return."

 

"And what do you expect to gain by doing this? If khun Kinn ever had any mercy for you as a subordinate, it's all gone now because of what you've done!"

 

"You don't need to lecture me! Just worry about saving your own skin. Do you really think Vegas will keep you around for long, Pete? Well, maybe he might, if he uses you to relieve his sexual frustrations toward Porsche. You might last longer that way, but it'll be tough for you. Ha ha ha!" Then he walked out of the room, leaving me standing there at the door.

 

Fuck it.

 

Using me instead of Porsche. Big could say that? Has he even seen the difference between me and Porsche? That guy's handsome and cool, with girls flocking to him. It's no wonder khun Kinn is in love with him, or even Vegas for that matter. As for me, well, apart from being somewhat a little good-looking, there's nothing else.

 

Suddenly, I'm feeling incredibly irritated.

 

*Knock knock.* The sound of knocking snapped me out of my thoughts, and then Nop opened the door, bringing a plate of food.

 

"Nop, please let me go," I pleaded, looking at him with imploring eyes. He glanced at me and shook his head.

 

"Pete, seeing you like this, I do feel sorry for you. But there's nothing I can do to help you." He was right. If he helped me, he wouldn't survive either.

 

"But honestly, whatever you're doing right now, Pete, you should keep doing it. The fact that you're still alive and haven't been tortured or killed shows you're on the right track." With that, Nop left the room, leaving me alone with his words. I stared at the spaghetti carbonara on the plate, feeling despondent. I took a few bites, but my mind was still on what Nop had said.

 

What have I been doing all this time?

 

I've only been doing sex with him.

 

Fuck this, do I have to survive day by day as Vegas' sex slave? If that's the case, I'd rather die. Vegas, you've really lowered your standards. From having the same taste as Khun Kinn to suddenly being with me.

 

I stopped dwelling on those thoughts and focused on finding a way out. I started searching the room for anything I could use to defend myself or to break the chains. But the more I looked, the more disheartened I became. All I found were strange items: a foot-long stick with a leather pad at the end shaped like a paddle, a chain with large beads that looked like oversized prayer beads, various sizes of rings, some attached to leather straps. There were even gloves, some resembling Thor's electric gloves, others with less sharp spikes that did'nt seem suitable as weapons. There were also feather whips, and lots of ropes. So many that I wondered if the minor family had a rope business. They probably sold candles too, in black, white, and red. All they were missing were incense sticks, then they could be in the religious offerings business.

 

"Interested into anything?" The sudden voice startled me, and the candles fell from my hands.

 

"Candles aren't suitable for you yet. You're still new in this" he said, picking up the candles and placing them back.

 

"So, what do you fancy?"

 

"No, khun Vegas. Please, suit yourself" I said, slipping into my usual response pattern. I noticed Vegas laughing, so I stepped back from him. He watched me while running his hand along his shelf, seeming to decide which item to pick. He finally grabbed the strange stick I had wondered about earlier.

 

"Do you know what this is used for?" I stared at his face, then at the object in his hand. I shook my head as I continued to back away.

 

"Pete" My leg caught on something. Keep moving back. Move!

"Hold out your hand." What should I do? Vegas's gaze was intense, and a part of me seemed to want to obey his every command. Damn traitor.

 

Slowly, I extended my hand in front of me. Vegas smiled, clearly satisfied with my compliance.

 

*Whack!* The stick swung, and the leather tip smacked against my hand. I jolted, clenching my fist and pulling it back. The sharp pain radiated through my hand and spread across my body. My breathing quickened.

 

Vegas moved closer, dragging the leather tip of the stick along my jawline, down my neck, and over my collarbone. It traveled over my shirt, across my heaving chest.

 

He reached out, pulling my hand back to inspect my hand. There was no visible mark, but the pain lingered.

 

"Red, yellow, or green?"

 

To be continued...

Chapter Text

Vegas' POV

 

I admired my work, lying there writhing in front of me. A part of me was still connected to him, his chest heaving with each breath, covered in fresh bite marks and bruises I had just created. I wanted his entire body to be marked by me.

 

Pete.

 

Why does he affect me this much?

 

I thrust my knot in, rapidly, hearing groans from deep in his throat. He shot me a defiant glare before closing his eyes tightly, trying to suppress his emotions. I loved that look of his; every time I saw it, my desire flared up even more.

 

Despite the limited movement and the fact that I had already filled the condom inside him, it was never enough.

 

I recalled his facial expressions, the way his body responded, every twitch of his muscles as I thrusted inside him. He never said "yellow" or "red."

 

'You must kill him. Someone like Pete would rather die than betray the main family. Keeping him is pointless.'

 

Hah.

 

The reason I ordered no one to enter my room was to prevent anyone from finding Pete! If someone like Big had found him, he would have killed Pete immediately if I hadn't been there.

 

Thinking about it, my anger surged. I lifted Pete's legs over my shoulders, finding a good angle before thrusting deeper to vent my frustration. The knot prevented withdrawal but made penetration another matter.

 

"Vegas, no! It's too deep."

 

Pete's voice made me to thrust harder. His hands clawed at mine, gripping his hips.

 

I leaned down to kiss his exposed neck, biting at any unmarked skin.

 

"I won't let you die, Pete." His nails dug into my back, scratching and dragging, sending sharp pain through me. Good. I used my other hand to stroke him, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

 

"Vegas, ahhh Vegas..."

 

"Pete, tell me," I could barely form the words. His tightness was overwhelming, and his moans...

 

"Has anyone ever fucked you like this? Or is it just me?" I kissed the tears at the corner of his eyes, his lips murmuring incoherently.

 

"Well?" I squeezed his length, his tightness increased.

 

"No... just you. Vegas, I can't take it anymore."

 

I kissed his lips as he kept calling my name. I, who never kissed anyone, was breaking all my rules. I bit his lip until I tasted blood. He responded by scratching my back again. I couldn't help but smile into the kiss, ravaging his mouth as I knew we were both close.

 

"Pete, you're mine!" I punctuated each word with a thrust until we both finally climaxed. My lower half felt a huge relief as the knot began to loosen.

 

Slowly, I pulled out, seeing pieces of the broken condom and my cum leaking from him.

"Pete, sorry. I broke the condom." Pete, who had been lying there panting, immediately widened his eyes and reached down to check himself.

 

"Vegas!"

 

"Relax. I don't have any diseases."

 

"You sleep around so much, I don't believe you."

 

"I'll get tested and show you. All my previous partners were fucked by Kinn, your boss."

 

Pete looked alarmed, trying to stop my cum from leaking out into him.

 

Damn, he's so cute.

 

"Go wash up in the bathroom. If you can't manage, I can help," I offered. Pete shot me a glare. I knew he was barely able to stand, but he gritted his teeth and hurried to the bathroom, his legs trembling. I couldn't help but chuckle at his stubbornness. I wanted to follow him, but I figured he needed some time alone.

 

I watched the bathroom door, which didn't quite close all the way.

 

Thinking about everything that had happened since I captured Pete, the current state of the minor and main families was dire. Between my slip-up that day and Big selling off information, there was nothing I could do. I was so stressed I felt like I was going crazy. If pa find out about Big, he will blame me for everything again.

 

The only time I could leave it all behind was in this room.

 

I took a deep breath to calm myself. Just the smell of Pete had a strangely soothing effect on me. I thought about how he used to smile at me foolishly. Those carefree times suited him as a bodyguard for the eldest brother. If he would just smile at me for real once...

 

What's happening to me?

 

I glanced at the bathroom door once more before leaving to take care of myself in the other room. I needed to prepare to give updates pa on the current disastrous situation and get it over with.

 

As expected, pa was furious. I clenched my fists to suppress my anger. The same insults and belittling remarks hurt no matter how many times I heard them.

 

Darn it!
You messed up!
Waste good meals raising you!
I know you're abound to fail!
Just simple tasks!
If you were good at least at one piece of Kinn!

 

"Ah, I might got those all from genetics" I blurted out without thinking.

 

*THUD*
His fist came flying and hit the corner of my mouth so fast that I tasted blood spreading across my mouth.

 

"Ai Vegas! Don't you dare talk to me like this! If you were as good as your mouth, the minor family would have won long time ago." I lowered my head, enduring the never-ending stream of insults, only able to swallow the saliva mixed with blood down my throat.

 

"Take it easy, dear," the soothing voice of Pim approaching only made me angry.

 

"Being upset isn't good for your health, dear. What's done is done. We can't change the past. Just stay calm, and there will be another opportunity next time," she said.

 

It's like having a child who's already here but isn't doing well, hoping for the one who hasn't been born yet...

 

"YOU, Get out of my sight!"

 

I could only stare at the floor and walk out. If I saw that smug grin from her, I couldn't let it slide.

 

I stormed back into my room, seething with rage. The bitterness in my heart outweighed any sadness.

 

"Fuck it!" I swept everything in my room to the ground in frustration, but it didn't help me relieve the pent-up emotions inside me. If that idiot Pim was in front of me, I might have choked her until her neck snapped.

 

"Vegas!" I heard Pete calling from the other room. It's a good thing he's confined to his own quarters.

 

Huh, if he saw me like this, he might laugh at me just like everyone else.

 

I grabbed a nearby decoration and threw it against the wall.

 

"Fucking hell!"

 

"Vegas!" Ai Pete's shout, now louder, fueled my anger to its breaking point. I went straight to him.

 

"Why the hell are you yelling! If I see you now, you'll get hurt!" I walked up to see Pete standing at the door, right now, even him couldnât calmed me down.

 

"What? What is it, Pete?"

 

"Did you get hit in the face or something?" Pete asked, didnât pay any attention to my madness at all. As I approached, he reached out and caressed the corner of my mouth immediately.

 

"Um, Does it hurt?" I halted and stood there, staring at him, all my anger feeling like a deflated balloon. Pete turned my face to the side to see if there were any other marks before rubbing his hand on the side of my cheek.

 

"It's okay, come here." Then he pulled me to sit next to him at the end of the bed.

 

"Are you hurt anywhere else? The wound on your hand still hasn't healed properly," he said, not just saying, also grabbing my hand to examine it.

 

"Ehh, at least there's no bleeding."

 

"What are you doing, Pete?"

 

"What am I doing? I'm not doing anything. What's wrong with you? You were fine just a moment ago. Any ghost possess you?"

 

I looked at ai Pete with disbelief. Could someone like him really exist in this world?

 

"I'm just... uh... If there's anything, you can tell me. I'm the number one consultant of the main family. Khun noo Tankhun, Ai Porch, and Ai Arm, anyone can come to me with anything," I looked at him describing his experiences as consultant. My mind wandered. Just this morning, he barely managed to suppress his irritation toward me while walking away to the bathroom. and now he was back again. He seemed like it wasn't only me being possessed.

 

"Is thisâ¦Khun Gun, who did this?" He asked with a soft tone, uncertain to ask, making me stop looking at him and instead stare at the empty wall.

 

"Only him can do this...."

 

"Does he hurt you like this often?"

 

"Often enough that I'm too lazy to count. If this is his way of showing love, then he must love me a lot."

 

"I never knew before..."

 

"Exactly. Do you know, Pete, what the minor family can do better than the main family? It's putting on a facade. Everyone probably thinks he loves me and Macau so much. So much that he wants to cut ties of us from the family"

 

"So, why don't you try ignoring him? You still have Macau, right? He loves you a lot."

 

"And you? Can you do it, Pete? Ignore your own parents?"

 

"Sure. I don't even know them. My mom passed away when I was young, and my dad left me and my mom. But I had my grandparents who loved me. I only care about the people who love me, and I love them too," I turned to look at Pete, who was smiling as he talked about his grandparents.

 

"You know, seeing you and Macau makes me think of the past. I really wanted a younger brother back then, but because my life was so tough, working to pay for my own education, I thought, well, it's good that I don't have a sibling. Life would have been harder for both of us."

 

"I don't want Macau to go through what I did."

 

"I know you love Macau a lot. Honestly, I think, Khun Kinn, Khun Noo, and Khun Kim can't even be compare to you and Macau," Pete said with a smile, the genuine smile I had been wanting to see all morning.

 

"So, are you happy?" I asked, curious since he smiled so often.

 

"Yes, I am. I have people who love me and people I love. I used to be laughed at for not having parents, but I didn't care. I thought, so what? I'm happy with what I have. And when I started working at the main family's house, I had Khun Noo who cared about me. Despite him being spoiled, sometimes I could be spoiled with him too. He would give in to me," I watched Pete talk about his life, smiling wide. At that moment, I almost forgot everything that had happened earlier.

 

"What makes you happy, Pete?"

 

"A lot of things. Listening to my favorite music, singing karaoke, going back home to visit my grandma, drinking with Khun Noo and my friends, eating really delicious food like spicy southern curry, that makes me so happy."

 

"You find happiness easily, don't you?" I observed his expression as he talked about those things. He really did seem very happy.

 

"Isn't that what life is all about? And you, what makes you happy?"

 

Happiness, huh?

 

"Well, when I see Macau happy, I'm happy too." I could sense Pete staring at me, waiting for more, but I couldn't think of anything else. I turned to look at him; his eyes were eagerly awaiting my next answer.

 

"And... when I've sex with you, Pete." He squinted at me immediately.

 

"Vegas, I'm asking you seriously. I even told you mine."

 

"And how do you know I'm not serious? Huh, Pete?"

 

"Seriously? No way. I'm not talking to you anymore." Then he got up and walked away from me, grabbing a book and sitting down to read, ignoring me. His eyebrows were still furrowed, and his mouth was pouting in frustration, thinking I was messing with him.

 

I couldn't help but smile at his annoyed behavior.

 

Pete, meeting you....

 

is my real happiness.

 

To be continued...

Chapter Text

Pete's POV

 

I leaned against the bathroom wall, my legs too weak to support me. Vegas's fluid kept flowing from my butthole, with one instinct telling me to keep it inside while my brain screamed in disgust, urging me to get it out immediately.

 

I glanced at myself in the mirror, seeing a version of myself I had never seen before. My neck and chest were covered in red marks, some clearly from bites. Without looking down, I knew there were more marks all over my body. I smelled like Vegas' scent.

 

Pete, what are you doing?

 

Are you just trying to survive, or are you letting yourself be lost in pleasure?

 

I walked to the shower and turned it on, letting the water pour over my head.

 

I had a girlfriend in high school, but we never went further than kissing. After high school, I moved to Bangkok for work. Honestly, my experience in this area is zero. The closest I've come is watching love scenes in series with Khun Noo or accidentally walking in on Khun Kinn with his partners, but I'd quickly and quietly slip away in those cases.

 

I never knew I could climax from being penetrated. I didn't know that pain could be so pleasurable. When I used to get punched or hurt, I would just think, well, at least it didn't hurt more. I don't know if that's different from normal people.

 

As for preferences, I really don't know. I've never met anyone who made my heart race or sparked my interest. The only excitement I feel is when I'm on a mission, like when I was following Vegas. It was thrilling to wonder if I'd get caught, and once I did, I'd worry about my plan failing or what would happen to me. Every time I encountered him, I'd feel some sort of anticipation, even when I saw him at the main family's house

 

Vegas himself is strange. I don't understand what he's doing to me at all. He could torture me like he's done to others, but the pain he inflicts never goes beyond what I can handle. Just when I think it will be too much, he eases up. He stokes the fire continuously but never lets it consume me completely. I admit I'm captivated by his touch, by the way he looks at me since he caught me in this room. It's a look I've never seen him give anyone, not even Porsche.

 

With Porsche, his gaze is always gentle, as if he'd do anything for him. It's the same look that Khun Kinn gives Porsche.

 

I tilt my head back, letting the shower water travel down over me.

 

Vegas, you might as well kill me instead of leaving me in this confusion.

 

Or maybe, as he's always said, I really am just a dumb, obedient dog, loyal to anyone who treats me well, wagging my tail for a bit of food and water.

 

I washed myself, scrubbing away everything. Every part I had the marks he'd left. The back of my neck, my sensitive areas I'd never cared about. He'd bitten them the most, whispering how good it felt for him.

 

'Pete, you! Are! Mine!'

 

Yours? What am I to you? A prisoner? A captive? A dog? Or like Big, who you'll threw away once you're done with him?

 

Damn it. The more I think about it, the more my head and chest hurts. It must be because he bites me there so often.

 

I stopped thinking and quickly washed myself, making sure to remove every trace of him.

 

When I walked out of the bathroom, Vegas was gone. I changed the sheets and everything else. Ugh, I really want some air freshener. With each passing day, this room just smells more and more like Vegas. On the first day I hid here, it didn't have his scent this strong. The weirdo has his own bedroom just next to his office. A luxurious bed, soft mattress, and a cozy atmosphere. Yet, he doesn't sleep there. He insists on taking over my spot. Maybe he's keeping watch, afraid I'll find a way out. That means there might still be something in this room that I haven't discovered.

 

So, I resumed my mission to find a way to escape. Besides a bunch of weird equipment that I decided not to touch, I found something else strange: psychology books. Seriously, should they be here among chains, whips, and handcuffs? Maybe he uses them for something else. Whatever, they could at least kill time. I found a couple more books. If I find a fourth one, I'd say he bought them to prop up the bed legs. Yeah, that's pretty smart.

 

Then Nop brought me food. It was a fish steak with a salad. Super bland, too bland for my southern soul, which has suffered since I moved to Bangkok. My grandmother never fails to send me southern food. I'd get it every two or three days. But ever since I've been locked up here, I've missed my grandma's cooking so much. I'd even settle for central-style curry over rice. But no, it's Western food every meal. Is this Vegas's cold-blooded plan to make me miserable enough to die? The taste is so bland, I could cry and get more flavor from my own tears. But I ate it because I had no other choice.

 

I did some light exercise after the meal, then started reading one of the books I'd found. The words were either sharp or I was just too dumb to understand them.

 

Then I heard the door open and slam shut with a loud bang.

 

"Fuck it! Shit!" Vegas's voice. I didn't know what had pissed him off, but I put down the book and walked as far as I could to the door, leading to the office. I couldn't see him because there were another door still closed, but from the sounds, he seemed really angry. I could hear things being smashed and thrown around.

 

"Vegas!" I called out to him. Part of me didn't want to see him in this state, but another part felt worried.

 

Everything went quiet for a moment.

 

*Crash*

 

"Vegas!" I shouted for him again. Suddenly, I felt worried of what he might do. Would he hurt himself? He once told me he hated himself.

 

"Why do you keep calling me?! If I see you now, I'll hurt you!" When he finally responded, I felt a bit relieved, forgetting to worry about what he said.

 

Then the door burst open, revealing a furious Vegas. His eyes were filled with a murderous rage, but I also noticed a large red bruise at the corner of his mouth.

 

"What do you want?!" He walked straight toward me, but I didn't look him in the eye. I wasn't sure if he was angry at me now, as his wound looked seriously painful.

 

"What happened to your face?" Normally, a hit like that could knock out someone's teeth. I reached out to touch the bruise at the corner of his mouth. Whatever had happened to him, it had already happened. Why was I even asking?

 

"Does it hurt?" I asked stupidly. Of course it hurt; anyone would feel pain from a hit like that. Vegas suddenly stood still. I turned his head to see if there were more injuries. Was he hit in the head too? But I didn't see any. I pressed my hand against his bruise, feeling the warmth that indicated it was starting to inflame.

 

"It's okay. Come, sit here," I said, dragging him to sit at the edge of the bed.

 

Honestly, this situation was entirely unexpected for me. As I talked with Vegas, I learned things about the minor family I never knew. Mostly, I got my information from Khun Noo and Khun Kinn, or from other business-related matters. But family relationships. I had never imagined they would be like this.

 

Though I told Vegas to try ignoring Khun Gun, I knew he couldn't do that. I could ignore my parents because I never knew or met them. But Khun Gun. Vegas probably loved his father deeply, no matter how much he claimed to hate him. Everything Vegas did was to make his father proud, which was no different from what Khun Kinn did for Khun Korn.

 

In the Theerapanyakul family, apart from Khun Noo Tankhun and Khun Kim, who lived their lives under different identities, was anyone truly happy? The heirs to the family's success lived only with sorrow and paranoid.

 

Like Khun Kinn. I felt he was happier since meeting Porsche. Even though they hadn't gone public yet, their eyes revealed everything.

 

"Isn't that what life is all about? And you, what makes you happy?" I asked the person in front of me. He seemed much calmer now.

 

Vegas seems like he can't think of anything making him happy.

 

"When I see Macau, I'm happy. When he's happy, so am I." Well, that's true. I've seen it when he's with Macau. But that's all. Vegas remains silent, then turns to look at me with eyes I can't read. Is he thinking? This isn't an exam; there's no right or wrong answer here.

 

"And also... when I've sex with you, Pete." I heard the answer, and my heart raced.

 

Damn, he's making fun of me for sure.

 

"Vegas, I'm asking you seriously. I told you about my happiness" I grumbled. Both my tone and my body language showed irritation.

 

"And how do you know I'm not serious about my answer? Huh, Pete?" His gaze made me feel uncomfortable, as if I'd heard his voice telling me that I belong to him.

 

"Fine, forget it. I won't talk to you anymore," I got up and walked away from it, picking up the book I had put down earlier to read. But I couldn't focus. I could still feel its gaze on me, and my heart kept pounding.

 

Damn it, Vegas, he's just a tease. He's just messing with you ai Pete. You have to separate yourself from him. You can't afford to be like this.

 

I opened the book but kept talking to myself in my head. After a while, Vegas took a deep breath, as if about to leave the room, but hesitated and turned back to me.

 

"I'm going shopping. Do you want anything, Pete?"

 

"A phone, a TV, a game console, and dumbbells."

 

"That's funny."

 

"Alright, since you asked... I'll have southern food. Spicy curry with sweet pork and grilled pork too." Sorry for the confusion you caused me. You have to buy it for me, Vegas.

 

"I'm going to the mall. Where do you want me to buy from?"

 

"A rice and curry shop." I didn't care about Vegas. How can I know if he's going to the mall nearby? And what shops are there?

 

" Such a diffiicult request. Fine, I'll figure it out." And then he walked out of the room. Meanwhile, I couldn't help but smile.

 

Will I get to eat the southern food I crave today? Thank you buddha, for listening to my request. Amen.

 

I sat waiting for Vegas, hoping for the best. In my head, I wondered what I would have for dinner. I waited hungrily, but Vegas still hadn't returned.

 

*Knock, knock.* Then Nop came in with the same old dinner. I saw him and pouted. What a life.

 

"Nop, Vegas hasn't come back yet?"

 

My southern curry, Vegas. You better not be teasing me, making me drool for delicious food and then leaving it like this.

 

"No, do you want to talk to Khun Vegas?"

 

"I can talk to him?"

 

"If you want to talk, I can give him a call. Will you talk to him?"

 

"Alright, go ahead and make a call." I looked at Nop, as he was pressing the buttons then holding it to his ear.

 

"Hello, khun Vegas... Pete said he wants to talk to you." Then he handed me the phone. Um, can I sneakily call the main family's house with this phone? I glanced and saw Nop standing in front of me, glaring at me. Alright, won't even try.

 

"Vegas."

 

"What's up? I'm about to head back."

 

"Will you bring me the rice and curry?"

 

"Is this why you called?"

 

"Yes, ever since I answered you, all I could think of was my favorite southern food. I've been craving it. Do we have a deal or not?"

 

"No deal. I've already found a rice and curry shop for you, but, by the time I got there, they were out of food. So, you'll have to manage with whatever's at home. I'll buy you some tomorrow."

 

"But your home-cooked food doesn't fill me up."

 

"I can't help you. Those are Pim's demand"

 

"Vegas, if I don't have anything else to eat today, I'll definitely get a stomach ache. I'm starting to feel it now." Then I heard the sound of a blinker. tick tick tick.

 

"Noodles with wonton, Noodles with pork gravy..." He must have been reading the sign of a shop on the street he passed by.

 

"Gravy noodles!"

 

"Alright, you go ahead and eat first. Dont wait until it pass dinner time."

 

"Sure, I'll wait for gravy noodles." Finally!!!! This is it, like the idiom, 'Fortune favors the bold'.

 

I handed the phone back to Nop, but he stood there, looking at me with a puzzled expression.

 

"What's up?" I asked him, his face looking thoughtful.

 

"You and Khun Vegas..."

 

"I'm just trying not to get killed. There's nothing else. Thanks a lot, Nop. Both for dinner and the call." I pushed him out of the room, closed the door, and leaned against it like that.

 

My heart raced anxiously. I didn't know what Nop was going to ask. I could only think of his question, but I couldn't answer it myself.

 

I grabbed some pasta and began to eat. Would it be delicious if I sprinkled some chili powder on it? Or added some lime? Nah, I'll just wait for the gravy noodles. After finishing my meal, I sat and waited for Vegas. I never wanted to see him like this. Here I was, pretending to be a faithful dog waiting for its owner to return home... No, don't think about it .

 

The door to the room outside opened. I jolted myself out of my contemplation and sat up, waiting. Soon enough, Vegas walked in with many bags in both hand.

 

"Ah, I bought some stuff for you." Did he just buy all noodle from the shop? I walked over to open the bags, seeing toiletries inside. Pajamas, toothbrush, soap, cream, a million-eight things. And then, condoms. Fuck!! I threw the box in my hand away.

 

"If I can't find them when I wanted, then I won't use it." I turn to look at him smirking at me after teasing.

 

"I will go get them back later!" Damn it. Then I kept searching until I found it. A lace fabric? What is this?

 

Underwear? this small and flimsy? On the other side, it's just a rope. It can't cover anything at all.

 

"That one, I bought it for you, in case you want to try it out." I stopped looking at it, crumpling and tossing it to someone who could think I'd want to try it.

 

"Just try it yourself!!! You idiot, psycho!" Then he laughed, and I stopped caring. The things he bought for me weren't anything useful, like sheets, knives, or razors.

 

"Where's the gravy noodles?"

 

"There, prepare them for me too" I walked over to see three bags.

 

"You haven't had dinner yet?"

 

"No, I have no time, after finished shopping and found a rice and curry shop for you."

 

"Eating this, won't it hurt your mouth?" I glanced at the darker red spot, on his  lips, compared to before.

 

"I use to this."

 

"Don't forget to take medicine and use ice packs. Actually, you should  have started icing it right after you got injured. It would heal faster."

 

"Then after I finish eating, you can apply the ice pack for me, okay Pete?" Don't you have your own hands? Are they cripple that you can't even apply the ice pack yourself? but, for the sake of gravy noodles you bought

 

"Okay."

 

To be continued...

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Vegas' POV

 

I watched as he sat eating gravy noodles, loaded with chili and lime, thinking it wouldn't be surprising if he got a stomach ache.

 

He ate with his head and eyes lowered, as if avoiding my gaze, but I could see him sneaking glances at me. When I pretended to grimace from my sore mouth, he lifted his head to look at me dissapointing.

 

"Khun Gun can't go soft on you a bit, huh? Really?! his own son," he muttered softly, I stopped pretending not to hear, but he acted as if nothing was said.

 

Pete made me realize what it feels like to have someone who cares. It's a feeling I've been missing for so long that I forgot how good it was. I envy my elder brother...

 

Then I shook myself out of these thoughts. After the meal, I went to take a shower and clean up. I grabbed some ice and wrapped it in a washcloth to prepare to apply it to the corner of my mouth as Pete had suggested. Then, a thought appeared to me that he had promised to help me with this. Then, I grabbed my MacBook and went to find Pete in the room, seeing him sitting there, reading a book. He saw me come in and set the book down as if waiting for me to do what I asked. When he was about to get up from the bed, I stopped him.

"You can sit like that," he looked at me with a confused look and sat down as I commanded him to. I laid my MacBook on the bed.

 

"Do you have any movies you want to watch?"

 

âyou do have movies that not aren't yours?

 

"You're quite smart, aren't you? Yes, I do. I've downloaded some," After my reply, he lean over the MacBook to choose. He scrolled until it reached the cartoon section, then glanced at me for a moment.

"I want to watch cartoons. Don't insult me for being childish."

 

"You are talking nonsense, thinking that I'm going to tease you. I'm the one who downloaded it. Why would I insult you? Just choose and sit nicely." He sat down as instructed, looking pleased to be able to watch a movie. He seem to be lonely and bored indeed.

 

I shifted over to him and layed down, resting my head on his lap.

 

"Why don't you sleep properly? Why lie down like this?"

 

âThe screen is small. I want to watch this movie too. Besides, you promise to help me with ice compressionâ I gave my reason that he canât argue. So, he take an ice wrapped in cloth from my hand with displease expression, which make me cant hold my smile.

 

"Why are you smiling? Just stay still," Pete said, his eyes fixed on me as he gently pressed down on my bruise, causing some pain.

 

"If you hurt me, you'll get it back for sure, Pete," his excited gaze darted through, just enough for me to notice, before he changed his focus to the screen, lips pursed in annoyance.

 

He seemed to be starting to accept his own taste. At first, he was both surprised and resistant, but later on, he accepted, and sometimes even requested it with attitude and challenge.

 

I didn't pay much attention to the movie playing, but he got into it. His hand snuck over to the corner of my mouth with an ice wrap, while the other lightly brushed my head. He probably thought he was watching a movie with his big brother. I caught glimpses of him get in deep with the storyline, his expressions shifting from excited to hopeful and to sad, and then he lowered his head to catch my gaze.

 

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked.

 

"Huh? Just watching whatever interests me... Pete!" I called out his name as his hand pressed down on my bruise.

 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. My hand twitched," he removed the ice wrap and laid it aside, using his hand to rub lightly as if to apologize. He really seem unintened.

 

I grabbed his hand before slide it toward my lips.

 

"Vegas..."

 

I still gazed at him while slide his hand to press a soft kiss on his knuckles, back of hand and his wrist. His breathing quickened, but he didn't pull away or resist. I guided his hand to my chest, and he hesitated, unsure of what to do. I then moved it down, urging him past the waistband of my pants. There was a slight jerk from his hand, but he didn't pull back.

 

"Help me out," I nudged his hand along with my half-hard dick.

 

"How on earth that I help you with your bruise and it can turn you on? You are really something" he didn't pull away his hand and also didn't comply with what I said.

 

"Pete, do you know 'Jan dara'?" He frowned.

 

"Not sure, but why does it sound familiar?"

 

"It's a movie, but I doubt you've ever watched it," I replied and chuckled. I used the moment to change the topic to distract him and gently squeezed and massaged myself with his hand.

 

"Why did you ask about the movie then?"

 

"It's because you asked why I'm hard out of the blue. I just thought if I could try with you what's in the movies, it would be nice," I shifted my hand for a while, and when I stopped, he continued the motion on its own unknowingly

 

"What are they doing in the movie? Does it hurt?" Sometimes I wanted to ask whether he wanted the pain or not.

 

"Just applying ice on the body," he listened, his brows furrowing.

 

"Why? Why apply ice?"

 

"You have to try it to know," I saw him swallow nervously.

 

Adorable and attractive, who the heck acts so appealingly cute? Geez.

 

I rose from the bed, grabbing his wrist to continue his previous task before bending down to press my lips against his, urging for a passionate kiss. He tilted his head to accept my kiss. I pressed my lips until he layed his back on the bed.

 

"So, Pete? Wanna try?" I asked before biting his lower lip lightly and trailing kisses down to his earlobe. He didn't respond with words, but his hand nudged me to continue.

 

"You're still shy," I teased, nibbling at his earlobe.

 

"Who could be shameless like you?" I didn't answer him, instead, I gently removed the washcloth wrapped around the ice pack and unzipped the plastic bag, then slid out a chunk of ice.

I began placing the ice directly along Pete's jawline. He flinched at the sudden coldness. I kissed his neck firmly, descending to his collarbone, and started nibbling. Meanwhile, my other hand dragged the cold sensation across his chest. His skin reacted differently from his usual smoothness. I rolled the ice cube until it ended at the peak of his collarbone. By now, his breathing had become rapid, and his hand's movements had become irregular.

 

The ice chunk was gently pressed and ground against his collarbone, and with the body temperature, the ice gradually melted away. I moved the small ice cube to the other side while the side that was numb, I began to cup my mouth, sucking and teasing. At this point, he might still be numb, but when the numbness disappears, Pete would feel the pain he desired. Would he know that now he was fully surrendering to me.

 

Huh, and he still insist to be shy. I compressed my lips hard because of his cute, causing Pete to jerk and moan my name

"V...Vegas..."

 

I back off a bit for observing his condition. His eyes reflected the same emotions as mine. I got to remove my own pants, sitting down beside him before taking his hand to resume his previous task.

 

Pete looked at me, biting his lips with a hint of frustration at my negligence, even though he was making me. I chuckled at those gestures. I pulled down his pants, exposing his dick that responded similarly.

 

I grabbed another ice cube and started placing it on his chest, dragging it across his abs, down to his lower belly, slowly, before tracing back up again.

 

Ai Pete, who had held his breath for a moment, exhaled before breathing more rapidly. I saw his reaction, displaying a hint of discomfort. I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

 

As the original ice chunk melted away, I grabbed a new one. This time, I started directly on the delicate area. It shivered upon making a contact, with the coldness. I circled around the base, wondering if Pete would realize that he was spreading his legs wider to give me more room.

 

Damn, this would be worth capturing on video. And if I showed him later, he would have to admit how much he enjoyed it.

 

The closer I brought the coldness to his manhood, the more his body trembled. Now he began to softly moan my name, his voice effectively whining at me.

 

As the ice quickly melted away, I had to grab a new chunk and reposition myself. I lifted his hips, aligning his legs with mine, and grabbed the remaining ice cubes, placing them nearby.

 

"You still holding up?" I asked, running my hand over his cool skin. His arousal was evident, glistening with moisture.

 

"I am..." With that answer, I pressed an ice cube into his butthole.

 

"Ah!!! Cold, it's so cold!" Pete tensed up, squeezing the bedsheet tightly as his legs locked around me. Seeing this, I grabbed a second ice cube and pushed it in.

 

"Vegas, ahh Vegas, it feels weird. It's cold." I watched his muscles contract tightly. The more he clenched, the deeper the ice moved inside him.

 

"You look like a work of art right now," I said, caressing his trembling thigh while adding another ice cube, and then another.

 

"Vegas, it's too cold. Ah, Vegas."

 

I leaned forward, lifting his hips higher, allowing the ice to slide deeper by gravity. I kissed him as he kept calling my name, wiping away tears borne of overwhelming sensations.

 

"Pete, you didn't take back the box you threw away yet, did you?" He froze for a moment, then shook his head vigorously, eyes tightly shut, brow furrowed, lips pressed together.

 

"Do you want it raw, or should I go get it?" He grabbed my arm and slowly locked his legs around my waist.

 

"Raw."

 

"As you please then," I replied, positioning myself. There was no time for lube, only the melting ice within him. I slowly entered, feeling his tight, cold body. Everything moved slowly. Even I could feel the coldness within him.

 

When I was fully inside, the cold was replaced by heat. It felt like we were dancing to a fervent rhythm, not just me leading, but us responding to each other. And once again, I knotted and came inside him.

 

In that brief moment while the knot hadn't yet loosened, I realized this was why I told Pete that being with him made me happy. There was a fulfillment, a sense of completeness, unlike any previous sex I'd had. This happiness was starting to extend beyond our intimate moments.

 

I turned and lay down, wrapping my arms tightly around Pete from behind. I nuzzled his hair, shoulder, and neck, inhaling his unique scent that I couldn't resist. I bit down on the same spot at the back of his neck, drawing a soft moan and a contracting grip below where we were still connected.

 

I think...

 

I've fallen in love with Pete.

 

To be continued...

Chapter Text

Pete's POV

 

I heard an alarm. I tried to reach for it, still groggy, but found I couldn't move my arms or legs. When I finally opened my eyes, I was met with Vegas's face up close, and memories of last night came rushing back at full speed.

 

Oh god, what have I done? My heart was pounding, but looking at his peacefully sleeping face, I began to calm down.

 

The sound of the alarm got clearer. If I wasn't mistaken, it was Vegas' ringtone, but he seemed too be deeply asleep to hear it.

 

"Vegas, Vegas," I called to him. It wasn't until the second time that he started to frown and tighten his embrace around me.

 

"Vegas, wake up." Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me, his gaze sweeping across my face before he smiled.

 

"Y-Your phone is ringing." He frowned, probably still too sleepy to fully hear the sound. After a moment, he moved and sighed, then leaned in to give me a light kiss on the lips.

 

"Thanks." He got out of bed, leaving me lying there in shock. Vegas put on his pants, grabbed his MacBook, and walked out of the room.

 

As for me, I grabbed a pillow and pressed it over my face. What the hell is this?

 

In just one week of being captured by Vegas, how did everything change so much?

 

Pete, did your grandparents raise you to be so easy? Just because someone treats you well, you let yourself go and spread your legs for them? And it happened multiple times. How shameful for the family.

 

No, wait. I've heard of this condition where someone who's been held captive for a long time starts to have feelings towards their captor, seeing general care as kindness and forming an emotional attachment, even love. I think it's called Stockholm Syndrome. That must be what I'm feeling right now.

 

"Pete," I jolted, snapping out of my inner thoughts, startled both by his sudden voice and the pillow flying off my face.

 

"What are you doing? You'll suffocate like that," Vegas said, now fully dressed in his usual sharp style. His bruised mouth was perfectly concealed with makeup, though I noticed a hickey on his neck.

 

"Y-your neck..."

 

"Heh... who's work is it?" He glanced down at where I pointed, smiling. You did your make-up to hide the marks on your face, but why not cover the ones on your neck too?

 

"Pa called me for an urgent meeting. I probably won't be able to grab you lunch today. Just bear with it for now. If you need anything, just call Nop. I'll have him stay in the office next door so he can hear you."

 

"Okay, go do your work. And don't forget, you need to stay calm and avoid arguing with your dad again."

 

Vegas looked like he wanted to say something but changed his mind. He ruffled my hair and walked out.

 

...

 

Why does the atmosphere feel like a scene from the series I watched with khun Noo? Like...

 

No, no, no, stop thinking like that, Pete. You're just over-imagining things. Stop it.

 

I spent some time tidying myself up and organizing the room. I even remembered to pick up that damn box of condoms I threw away and placed it near the bed. But wait, doesn't that make it even more convenient for me to have sex with Vegas? Although, even without condoms, he would still do it. No, I allowed him to do it. Damn, how embarrassing.

 

I quickly changed the subject in my mind.

 

I wonder if the main family has realized that I've been kidnapped. But damn, I told khun Noo that I had urgent business at home. Normally, I return home for two weeks long, so if I'm gone for longer, it would seem strange. But with the urgent business excuse, even if I'm missing for more than two weeks, it wouldn't raise suspicion.

 

This is the consequence of lying.

 

I bet khun Kim thinks that since he texted me saying Vegas had left, I would have run away by now. Sigh, do I have to rely on a miracle for khun Kim to realize I've gone missing and can't be contacted?

 

I wonder how things are at the main family's house. Is Porsche getting along with khun Kinn yet? Is Arm and Pol taking good care of khun Noo? And does everyone know that Big was the one who sold the main family's secrets? Fuck, this is so important because it seems like he didn't just sell them to the minor family.

 

I'm so angry at Big. I don't understand why he did it at all. If he claims to love khun Kinn, how could he do this to someone he loves? Destroying what they worked so hard for. Doesn't he feel any shame using this as an excuse? And blaming it on Porsche for taking khun Kinn away?

Ridiculous.

 

What he did to the person he claims to love is so wrong. If it were me, if I loved someone, I'd take great care of them. I'd plan and wish only good things for them. I'd support and help them succeed, even if I couldn't have them for myself. Because love, to me, is giving without expecting anything in return. When I think about it, I sound like a real hero.

 

But seriously, I love everyone in the main family. It's more than just respect. Khun Korn, khun Noo, khun Kinn, even khun Kim, and including Uncle Chan, Arm, Pol, and Porsche, the housekeeper, the cook, the gardener, and everyone else. I truly love them all. It's like having a big family. I want to see them all smile, smile with genuine happiness.

 

And while I was lost in these thoughts, I found myself thinking about Vegas's smile. His smile over this past week, a smile unlike any I'd seen from him before, a smile that seemed genuinely happy.

 

I like his smile. I want him to smile like this more often, rather than those fake smiles he used to have.

 

And here I am, thinking about Vegas again.

 

Honestly, I know I'm swayed by him. He's become someone I worry about, just like everyone else in the main family. I just don't know how deep my feelings go. Whether they are honest and real, or just part of the Stockholm Syndrome. And most importantly, I don't know how Vegas feels.

 

I'm scared. I'm scared that everything that's happened this past week is just part of his plan. Because I know what kind of person he is and how scheming he can be, using both soft and hard tactics. Like with Porsche, he approached him as the nicest, coolest guy ever. Let's assume he really likes Porsche, but there's still what Big mentioned about Porsche being drugged. That was Vegas's doing. Plus, there's the Porschay kidnapping, which shows that despite his gentle demeanor towards Porsche, he still had traps laid out for him.

 

And for me, someone he doesn't even like, someone who looked through his room, ruined his plans, and is from the main family he hates, am I supposed to believe everything now isn't part of his plan?

 

I looked down at my left wrist.

 

No matter what, I can't forget my status. To him, I'm just a dog from the main family, and this dog is starting to like him, starting to submit to him. I can only hope that Vegas' mind games don't make me lose my sense of self or become too desperate.

 

I didn't see Vegas for the rest of the day, which was good because it gave me time to clear my head and reflect on many things. The only downside was that I still hadn't gotten to eat my southern food.

 

Pete, you can't let your gluttony mess things up.

 

It wasn't until the next day around noon that Vegas showed up again, carrying bags full of food. I immediately jumped off the bed to check what he'd brought.

 

"Is it really that delicious?" he asked.

 

"Of course. Once you try it, you'll be hooked." I rummaged through the bags, picking out my favorites: sweet pork and spicy stir-fry.

 

"Have you eaten lunch yet? Want to join me?" I asked politely, even though I didn't really want to share. Food is a big deal for me, you know.

 

"I've already eaten. Go ahead." Vegas looked tired as he sat and watched me eat.

 

"Isn't it too spicy for you? It looks super spicy," he remarked.

 

"It's perfect. The spiciness of the spicy stir-fry balances with the sweetness of the sweet pork. It's so delicious. But if it were my grandma's cooking, it would be spicier and even more delicious." He listened to me brag about the southern food and smiled slightly.

 

"You're making me want to try it."

 

"Sure, I'll get you some." Should I prank him and give him a full spoon of spicy stir-fry? But seeing how tired he looks, it will wake him up a bit.

 

"Here," I said, handing him the spoon. Instead of taking it, Vegas leaned in, guiding my hand to feed himself.

 

In that moment when he got close, I caught a scent from him, a scent that suddenly made my heart ache like it was being squeezed tightly.

 

Vegas sat back down, but the atmosphere wasn't the same.

 

"It's good... Why do you look like that, Pete?" What kind of face was I making? I looked down and scooped up another bite with lots of spicy stir-fry. But suddenly, my food didn't taste good anymore.

 

"Pete, what's wrong?" I chewed the food in my mouth. Yeah, what's wrong with me?

 

The scent of an Omega, someone's scent, still lingered faintly on Vegas. Why did it make me feel so bad?

 

"Did you have a meeting late into the night yesterday?" I asked, keeping my head down as I scooped another bite into my mouth.

 

Vegas looked down at himself, then took a deep breath and froze.

 

I continued eating because I didn't know what else to say.

 

"Pete, I can explain. Yesterday, pa and I had a meeting with khun Justin and..."

 

"You don't need to explain anything to me." I don't want to hear it! I glared at him. I was angry that he ruined my meal, angry at the pain that wouldn't go away.

 

"I had to."

 

"..."

 

"But I was thinking of you the whole time."

 

"I don't want to hear it." I continued shoveling food into my mouth, ignoring the person in front of me.

 

"You know I can't go against my father."

 

"Did khun Gun tell you to sleep with khun Justin or something? Did he order you to do that?"

 

"I had to please him."

 

"Oh...."

 

"Pete, don't do this." I quickly finished my meal, no longer savoring the taste.

 

"The food was delicious. Thanks for buying it." Only the first bite tasted good; I couldn't taste anything after that. I got up from the table, but Vegas followed me, grabbing my arm to stop me.

 

"Pete, listen to me. Yesterday, I was thinking only of you. I didn't even knot with him."

 

"Vegas, let go of my arm. I told you I don't want to hear it, and you don't need to explain anything to me. Seriously, what position am I that you need to explain your actions to me?"

 

"I care about you, Pete."

 

I held up my left wrist in front of him.

 

"I'm just your prisoner, Vegas. You don't need to care about me. You can go wherever, do whatever, sleep with whoever, knot or not knot anyone. You can do anything."

 

"You're not listening to me at all. I don't see you as just a prisoner..."

 

"Stop doing this to me, Vegas! Stop pretending you care, pretending you like me, when we both know that everything, all of this, is just a lie, just an act!"

 

"I'm not lying to you! I really like you, Pete." Then he hugged me tightly. I covered my ears, not wanting to hear any more lies. Everything was just part of a plan to make me vulnerable, to make me obedient.

 

Vegas tried to kiss me, but the closer he got, the more I smelled the Omega scent lingering on him. I resisted, pushing him away. He shoved me onto the bed, climbed on top of me, and tried to seduce me.

 

"Pete, believe me. I really like you. You make me happy." But I'm not happy right now!

 

"Vegas, let me go. I don't want this. Let me go." He used chains to bind my hands above my head. He tried to kiss me, but I kept turning away. His hands roamed over my chest, the same touch as always, but my feelings had changed. It hurt so much, hurt deep inside, so much that I cried.

 

"Pete, Pete, you have to believe me," Vegas pleaded. But all I could think was that this was just another one of his plans, a scheme to make me vulnerable, to make me fall for him.

 

And his plan had succeeded. Otherwise, I wouldn't be feeling this much pain.

 

I couldn't fight against Vegas. I lay there still as he continued to kiss me.

 

I couldn't take it anymore.

 

"... Red."

 

Vegas froze immediately. He held me for a moment longer before moving to sit at the edge of the bed. At least he listened to me. I turned away from him, trying to hold back the tears that just kept coming.

 

"Pete, I'm sorry. I know you don't want to listen, but please let me explain... You were right. Pa didn't tell me to sleep with him. It was my idea to use the same old methods I knew would please him. You know how much I hate Omegas. If I wanted to sleep with someone, I'd choose a Beta."

 

"And you know what? Last night, I had terrible sex. I hurried through everything, just wanting to get it over with. Everything about Justin annoyed me. I'd never felt that way before. Then I realized, I was so frustrated because he wasn't you."

 

"Pete, you've affected me this much, and you still think everything I do is a lie?"

 

Vegas's words, every single one of them, felt like heavy stones crushing my heart. I wanted to believe him, to think I could influence him that much. But how could I believe him? No, what would it take for me to believe him, so this pain would finally go away?

 

I heard him sigh before he got up from the bed about to leave.

 

"The food you didn't eat yet, I'll put it in the fridge for you. Whenever you want to eat something, just tell Nop to heat it up for you. And here, these are the test results from the hospital. I went for a check-up this morning, like I told you. In case you're worried, I'll leave them on the table."

 

"Pete, don't forget to eat dinner." Then I heard him walk out of the room.

 

Vegas.

 

I'm sorry.

 

I can feel it. Your voice sounded just as hurt as I am. I don't want you to be in pain either.

 

But not right now, I'm truly sorry.

 

To be continued...

Chapter Text

Porsche's POV

 

...

 

The atmosphere in the house has been tense for the second week straight since I brought Chay back. Khun Korn has allowed him to stay temporarily, which gives me some peace of mind having him in sight. But there's still something that keeps me stressed.

 

Damn it, I just found out that Kim is Wik, Chay's favorite singer, the one he's admired for so long that his pictures cover the walls of his room. And on top of that, Kim knew all along that Porschay is my brother but still agreed to be his guitar teacher. No matter how I think about it, it feels suspicious.

 

Chay, on the other hand, didn't seem to know the truth at first. Now, he's aware of my work and Kim's true identity, which has made him quite depressed.

 

One day, I happened to walk by and saw Chay talking to Kim. My little brother was sitting on the sofa with his knees hugged to his chest, while Kim was standing nearby, looking handsome as ever.

 

"You said you liked every side of me, remember?"

 

Whoa, hold on. My little brother, did you confess to him first?

 

"Well, back then I didn't know that P'Kim..." Chay mumbled to his knees.

 

Speak up, I can't hear you.

 

"That my family is in the mafia? That I'm not what you thought I was?"

 

"No."

 

"Then what is it?"

 

"That you knew I'm p'Porsche little brother."

 

Silence. What does this have to do with me?

 

"Yes, I knew."

 

Don't tell me...

 

Kim, you're such a piece of shit. You deceived a kid.

 

"I've been thinking, whether you coincidentally decided to be my guitar teacher out of kindness or you just wanted to learn about P'Porsche. The latter seems more plausible."

 

"You knew my number, you knew my home address, you came to my house. At first, I was happy, but... looking back, everything you did was to investigate PâPorsche, wasn't it? No wonder, it all felt like a dream." I could hear Chay's voice wavering, on the verge of tears.

 

Kim, you bastard, you hurt my brother's feelings. Just as I was about to leave from eavesdropping, Chay continued.

 

"There's just one thing I still want to know the truth about... that day, when... when..."

 

When what?

 

"...was I just a part of your plan?"

 

What did you do to my brother?

 

"Yes."

 

"Chay!!!" No more hiding, I stormed over to Chay, who looked shocked.

 

"Bro! How long have you been here?"

 

"Long enough to hear you talking to this bastard. Now tell me, what did he do to you?" Kim didn't look surprised at all, still standing there calmly, making me want to punch him a couple of times.

 

"Calm down, there's nothing." Chay got up from the sofa and clung to my arm.

 

"If it's nothing, then why are you crying? Chay, tell me what he did. Even if he's my boss, I won't let him off." Chay wiped his tears on my sleeve and buried his face there, shaking his head vigorously.

 

"Really, it's nothing, bro. He just hugged me, that's all. Kim just hugged me, really."

 

"If it was just a hug, then why are you..."

 

"Bro, what are you thinking? How far have you taken this? Don't you believe me?" Damn it!!!

 

"How can I not believe you? If it was just a hug, then stop crying. I don't want to see you cry. Everything I do is for you, for our family, for the two of us."

 

"Okay, okay, I won't cry anymore. Look, I'm holding it back. Let's go, bro. I'm hungry. Take me to get something to eat, please, bro, please." I watched Chay hurriedly wipe his tears away. His eyes and nose were all red. I turned to stare at Kim, who stood there watching everything, unfazed.

 

"As for you, don't let me find out you did anything to Chay. Even if you were the one who helped bring him back, I won't let you off."

 

And that day ended like that. After that, Kim went back to his usual self, not coming around the house anymore.

 

As for Chay, he was taken by Tankhun to be his personal guitarist, helping him practice singing live. I told Chay to let me know if anything was too much or if he didn't want to do it because now, in this house, he wasn't here as a bodyguard or anyone's subordinate.

 

Chay just laughed and said that Tankhun was funny. Not Chay, this is strange, not funny. And playing the guitar was a good practice for him. He seemed to be genuinely okay, so I felt better leaving him with khun Noo. Since they were both omegas, I was even more reassured.

 

The only regret was not having Pete around to help look after Chay for me. If he were here, I would feel even more at ease.

 

"Hey, where's Pete been lately?"

 

I asked Kinn, who was buried in paperwork. He paused for a moment before answering.

 

"I heard from Tankhun that he had urgent business at home."

 

"Did he say when he'd be back?" Damn, I wanted someone to ask about Kim. Who would know better and be willing to tell me than Pete?

 

"No idea. I want him back too. We're dealing with some leaked information and I've got everyone looking for the mole. You should ask Tankhun again."

 

"Alright, if I find out, I'll let you know."

 

Then I went to interrupt Tankhun's live music session by the garden.

 

"Oh, what the hell, Porsche? You totally killed my mood. I was really into it," Tankhun grumbled, gripping the mic with a frown because I unplugged it.

 

"Just for a moment, Khun Noo. Do you know when Pete will be back?"

 

"No."

 

"What? He didn't say anything when he left?"

 

"Heh, he didn't even ask me. He just came up and said, 'Khun Noo, something urgent came up at home. I need to go, but I'll bring back your favorite snacks.' That's it! Then he disappeared!" Tankhun mimicked Pete's voice and gestures as he recounted the story.

 

"And did you try calling Pete?"

 

"I called him the day after he left, but just like every other time he goes home, there's no signal. Can't get in touch at all."

 

"How long does he usually take when he goes home?"

 

"Oh, just go ask Pol or Arm! I want to get back to singing. I'm already irritated because Pete isn't here to watch dramas with me. And now you're bugging me with questions. Go, Chay, next song!" Tankhun snatched the jack from my hand and plugged it back in to continue singing, ignoring me.

 

Geez, you're really keeping my little brother busy, aren't you?

 

"Arm," I called out, and before I could even ask, he replied.

 

"Two weeks at most. Whenever Pete takes leave, he always uses the full quota which is two weeks."

 

"Alright, thanks, man."

 

"No problem. With your brother here, our job is a lot easier."

 

Well, damn.

 

Looks like I have to wait two weeks then.

 

Pete, hurry back. I have so much to discuss with you.

 

To be continued....

Chapter Text

Porsche's POV

 

...

 

"I suspect Big. Lately, he hasn't been following you. I think it's strange."

 

"He might not want to see me with you."

 

"But I don't think that's it. Before, he used to glare at me all the time when I was with you. Now, it seems like he's avoiding you."

 

"That's true."

 

"And the information you said got leaked and you mentioned only a few people had access to it. Like, they could just walk in and take it, which leaves only a few head bodyguards. Given that, Big, who used to be the head bodyguard, seems the most likely."

 

"Actually, I think the same as you, Porsche. I've had someone tailing Big for a while, even before your brother's incident, but we couldn't catch him doing anything suspicious. The only thing was he went to the minor family's house last week."

 

"Why did he go there?"

 

"My informant said he met with Vegas and got beaten up. So I called him in to ask, and he said Vegas followed him to ask about you. When he didn't tell, he got beaten up."

 

"That doesn't sound like the Vegas I know."

 

"Well, you don't know him."

 

"Alright, alright. Do you believe what he told you?"

 

"There's no evidence to prove whether it's true or false."

 

"So, what are you going to do next, Kinn?"

 

"I'm thinking of capturing and imprisoning him for now. He's the most suspicious, and we can't let him escape. In the meantime, we'll see which factions got the leaked information and then link it back to Big."

 

"Does Khun Korn agree with you on this?"

 

"Yeah, Dad knows and is currently arranging to capture Big because it seems like he got a hint over the past two days."

 

"Once we catch him, this issue will be over. I've seen you stress so much you've aged ten years." I walked over to Kinn, spun his chair to face me, and then straddled his thighs.

 

"Watch your mouth, Porsche."

 

"My mouth is fine. Everything else about me is good too, or isn't that true?" I gave him a hard kiss on the lips, my hands starting to unbutton Kinn's shirt and then moving on to his pants.

 

Honestly, I feel sorry for him. Lately, it's been nothing but work for him and family business on top of that. No one can really help him. Tankhun just holds concerts at home all day, and Kim, who knows where he is, as long as he stays away from my brother.

 

And while we were in the midst of a passionate kiss, his hands squeezing my butt, his phone suddenly rang, interrupting us.

 

"Can you not answer it?" I sucked on his lips hard, my hand firmly gripping him. I saw Kinn glance at the screen briefly.

 

"I can't, fuck it." I stopped everything we were doing, both of us panting and trying to calm down. Kinn then answered the call.

 

"Yes... you got him? Where is he now? Okay, thanks." From the tone, if it wasn't his father, it must have been Chan. Only a few people he speaks so respectfully to.

 

"They caught Big?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Do you want to finish this first, or should we go deal with him now?" I asked, tightening my grip. Kinn flinched a little and licked his lips.

 

"Finish this first, then we'll go deal with him." True to form, my pervert.

 

After we finished our business, Kinn and I headed to the prison. Big was there, handcuffed and sitting on the floor. When he saw Kinn, he stood up, his eyes filled with hope. But when he met my gaze, his expression turned to anger. This guy...

 

"Khun Kinn."

 

"Big, do you know why you're here?"

 

"I don't know, sir. I haven't done anything wrong. If there's any issue, it must be a misunderstanding. Khun Kinn, you have to believe me."

 

Seeing his face, his eyes, hearing him call out "Khun Kinn" like that, made me want to kick him. Such a suck-up.

 

"Let me tell you. I know that someone has been betraying our main family. You probably know this too. Someone has been leaking information to outsiders, to Tawan, and to the minor family."

"But the latest leaked information has led me to realize that this person must be someone close. There are less than ten people. Big, you're one of the suspicious ones."

 

"Me? How am I suspicious?"

 

"You seem to disappear often."

 

"Because I feel like someone is following me, Khun Kinn. I didn't do anything. I've been your bodyguard for many years." He spoke with indignation, before his eyes turn to glare at me.

 

"Khun Kinn, believe me, I've never betrayed the main family. And about the other people on the list of ten, you're not suspicious of them, but you're suspicious of me?"

 

"Do you want me to doubt myself? Dad, Uncle, Kim, Chan?" Big's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes staring at me intensely. Here we go again.

 

"As for Porche, I trust him." Big's face darkened further as he listened, but then it changed again. I could sense that something had just occurred to him.

 

"And what about Pete? Is he on the list of ten?"

 

"He's the head bodyguard of Tankhun"

 

"Is his disappearance for a week considered suspicious? Khun Kinn, you trust Porche, I don't have any issues with that. But Pete disappearing for a week, and only I, who's under suspicion, end up locked up like this. Is this justice?"

 

"Are you saying that ai Pete is the one who betrayed us?"

 

"I'm just questioning fairness here. Or do you have evidence against me, Khun Kinn? Are you so sure it's me that you've eliminated everyone else from suspicion?"

 

"Until I gather evidence against you or anyone else, you have to stay like this." Then Kinn led me back to the office. As soon as he sat down, I started to complain.

 

"Don't you believe what he said, Kinn?"

 

"Kinn, answer me! Ai Pete wouldn't do something like that, I'm sure! He wouldn't!"

 

"But he has his reasons."

 

"What reasons? betrayal? He just went back home!"

 

"Then wait for him to come back! Porche, you have to understand. I don't have evidence to lock up Big. But I can't let him go either. And if there's anyone else who falls under suspicion, I have to suspect everyone!"

 

Ai Kinn Tankhun's loud voice reach us before himself, which cause Kinn immediately got mild headache .

 

Fuck! He knew this so quick.

 

"Ai Kinn, you look at my mouth! Ai pete. Did. Not. Betray. Us!"

 

"How did you figure this out so quickly?"

 

"Get Arm to open the CCTV for me to see. But that's not important. Tell me, do you not care about what Big said? This is Our Pete, weâre talking about."

 

"Ai Pete is on the list of people who have access to that information."

 

"I'm on the list too. Are you suspecting me too? Do you want to lock me up along with Big? That should be fine. Then, I'll be able to go in and strangle Big to death! Accusing my people of crimes they didn't commit!" He spoke with rage.

 

"Arm, Pol, take my brother back to his room. These already make me headache

 

No, I won't back off. Until you answer me, that Do you believe him?

 

I don't! But I have to interrogate every suspects. I'll wait for Pete to come back and question him just for an act. Are you satisfied?"

 

"I have to be present for the interrogation if you're going to question him."

 

"Fine, you have my word. Now, you can leave." Tankhun was take out by Arm and Pal in a huff. Kinn saw his brother left then sighed with exhaust. I let him rest for a while before expressing my thoughts.

 

"But on this matter, I agree with Tankhun. It's clear that Big is just trying to buy time by using Pete as an excuse."

 

"Yeah, but let's wait for Pete to come back. Then there'll be no more excuses."

 

"There's no way to contact Pete at all, is there? while he is at home."

 

Kinn glanced at me briefly. He must have been surprised to see me concerned about ai Pete like he was my family. He doesn't get jealous about me and Pete, does he? I narrowed my eyes at him.

 

Dont let me know you had that crazy idea between Pete and me.

 

"Of course, there is. I could call his grandmother to ask, but I usually don't. When the bodyguards return home, we give them space, don't call or follow them. Another thing, I'm afraid of making his grandmother worried by calling out of the blue."

 

"Oh, I see. So, I'll just have to wait, right?"

 

"Seems like it."

Chapter Text

Pete's POV

 

Two weeks had passed, feeling like riding a rollercoaster. There were moments of fun, excitement, and then sadness.

 

Since that day, Vegas came to me every night. He came to sleep and hug me quietly. At first, I was afraid he would do something, but later I realized he wouldn't do anything if I didn't agree. I noticed the wrong feelings it conveyed. He would say, "Sweet dreams, Pete," kiss the back of my neck, and then sleep hugging me. Every morning, I would wake up to find myself turned around hugging him back.

 

I didn't like seeing him like this.

 

Today, he looked more tired than usual, so much so that I couldn't bear it. I finally turned around to look at his face.

 

"Vegas..."

 

"Did I wake you up, Pete?"

 

"If you have something on your mind. You can tell me."

 

I stared at him through the darkness, his eyes flickering. He looked handsome in a way I had never seen before. My heart softened entirely.

 

"I'm tired. I'm bored. If possible, I want to take you out of here, away from the family. Everything, the main family, the minor family. I'm just sick of it all."

 

I reached out and held his hand, squeezing it to comfort him.

 

Macau was the person he loved the most, almost the only person who could bring out the good side of Vegas for me to see.

 

"Do I disgust you that much, Pete? With what I am, with who I am, and in your eyes? Disgust, huh? But you still care about me."

 

Vegas closed his eyes, looking really tired.

 

"Pim has the guts to command Macau to keep his mouth shut to teach her own unborn child."

 

"Calm down," and then everything quieted down. After a while, I could feel that he was feeling better.

 

"Are you not mad at me anymore, Pete?" He forgot to look at me and asked.

 

"I have no right to be mad at you..." Vegas listened and furrowed his brows.

 

"But I don't like seeing you like this," he softened his furrowed brows, raised his hand to stroke my cheek, then trailed down to my chin, and then he laughed.

 

"Watch your mouth," I glanced at him.

 

"But you don't have a razor to shave my beard, do you?"

 

"Would you let me shave you?" I stared at him, and suddenly felt a dryness in my throat. I tilted my head to let him stroke my cheek comfortably. His face gradually changed back to the familiar devil Vegas I knew.

 

"If you do well, I might let you take care of other things too."

 

"Pete, you know what you're doing."

 

"I know." That was my answer. Vegas turned himself over, hugging me, and the weight from his body pressing against mine, conveyed something heavy that was on his mind.

 

"Pete, I missed you." He kissed my neck, sucked, nibbled, and alternated. His hands roamed around my body hungrily, no different from how I felt his touch. My pants were swiftly removed.

 

"Wait, you said you would shave my beard."

 

"I haven't forgotten, darling. Let me taste you first." His slender fingers explored my muscles, trailing along my chest, waist, and hips, until the very end. He rotated like that repeatedly, until my entire body might feel bruised from his touch. After a while, he slipped into me, embracing the reserved area. His hand squeezed and relaxed in rhythm with the massage around my neck. I felt like a kite being lifted higher and higher by the wind, jerking and fluttering. And just as the string was about to break, everything stopped.

 

I felt puzzled, sweating all over my body. I wanted to move to make the soft part react to the pressure of his hand. I wanted to release...

 

"Ve... Vegas?"

 

"Just wait, Pete, my good boy..."

 

Wait, wait, wait, good boy, wait, wait, wait...

 

My brain seems to have stopped working. It feels like there are pins holding my body in place.

 

Wait, wait, wait...

 

Just for a moment, there was foam caressing my body. Starting from my face, down my neck, until it reached certain points. Every touch had me responding, yearning for the strong pressure of touch that I had received before, but I was disappointed because I only got a light, fleeting touch. I bit my lip, unable to express my frustration.

 

"Pete, open your eyes." I followed the command, meeting my own reflection in the mirror. Right now, Vegas was kneeling, hid back straight, holding a razor in hand. He used the other hand to put foam on my face.

 

The image in front of me made my heart skip with excitement.

 

"Red, yellow, or green?"

 

I stared at the person in front of me, reaching out to grab the wrist holding the razor, forcing him to tilt the blade, spreading some foam on his own face.

 

"Green." A faint smile crept up to the corner of my lips. In his eyes, there was a certain vulnerability that I rarely saw.

 

"Put your hand next to your body, Pete." I complied, lying on the bed. Now everything mine belonged to him. Vegas' hand slowly crept towards my neck, pressing on the big red artery. His fingers touched my pulse under the fingertips before sliding to the collarbone to manipulate my face to turn according to his will.

 

The tip of the blade dragged up my neck, reaching the tip of my chin. I held my breath, feeling anxious, making my heart beat faster.

 

Vegas angled the sharp blade against my chin, wiping away the foam. Every time the blade passed, he used his other hand to feel the smoothness, checking for any missed spots.

 

I wasn't sure if I was satisfied with what was happening right now, or if I wanted something more. Just a little more.

 

"If I wrote my name on your body, what would it be like, Pete?" The question was accompanied by the tip of a knife dragging across my chest.

 

V E G A S

 

I closed my eyes and imagined it.

 

"If the main family sees that your body is stamped with my name, what would they think?" The more I thought about it, the more my breathing quickened.

 

"Something on your body is in the way of my knife." As soon as the statement ended, an unexpected pain slashed across my left nipple.

 

"Ugh." I bit down, swallowing my startled cry. I squinted up at him, seeing the smile and the look in his eyes that I craved.

 

"Sorry, not sorry."

 

His hot tongue licked up the blood, sucking and coaxing more of it out. I bit down harder, arching my chest to offer it to Vegas more easily. He bit and nibbled until the pain turned into a tingling sensation that shot downward before turning into a numbing throb, and then he pulled away.

 

I lay there, panting, watching his satisfied expression. A fleeting thought made me reach down to touch my own sensitivity, now just as evident in its satisfaction as his.

 

His sharp eyes showed his displeasure. His strong hand grabbed my wrist, stopping my actions.

 

"You disobeyed me." I feigned an innocent blink

 

Vegas pressed the blunt side of the knife down the middle of my chest and dragged it past my sternum, down to my navel, and then to my dick.

 

"How should I punish you?" He tapped the blade lightly on my thigh, signaling me to spread my legs wider, exposing myself for easier access.

 

"As a bodyguard, you can still work even if you're missing a part or two." The blade glided from my dick downward. The mere thought of a sharp object hovering near my privates made me tremble.

 

Vegas continued his actions as he did with the upper area. He shaved off the foam with the knife, using his hand to smooth it. But when it came to the lower area, his hand pressed and rubbed heavily, stimulating me more until everything was completed to his satisfaction. He used a towel to wipe the knife clean and set it aside before wiping the foam off my body.

Vegas examined his work, using his fingertip to trace across my body before switching to the knife's edge. He dragged it over several vital points, sometimes pressing hard but not enough to cut. Slightly disappointing, really.

 

"If I cut it off, how long would it take for you to bleed out?" The cold blade contrasted with the heat of my arousal, but I didn't move away. Instead, I thrust myself toward it, and he pulled the knife back, glaring at me before dragging it down my butt instead.

"If I did it here, could you climax with a knife inside you?" I felt the knife's tip graze the muscle rings, and the thought made me shiver in fear, causing me to recoil.

 

"Red," Vegas froze. He looked at my face and moved the knife away.

 

"Are you okay, Pete?" he consoled me, using his hand to soothe, trying to erase the image from my mind.

 

"I... not the knife, I want you, Vegas."

 

At my words, Vegas acted immediately. He grabbed the foam and applied it to butthole, positioning himself before thrusting in forcefully, bringing tears to my eyes.

 

He panted as heavily as I did, gripping my hips tightly. The knife was left nearby. I glanced at it before closing my eyes, letting him push in and out, quickening his pace.

 

"Pete, why are you so tight? You're making me so damn hard," his crude words and relentless thrusts hit my sweet spot repeatedly, making me tighten around him.

 

"Pete..." He moved faster, his fingers now pinching my left nipple, which was no longer numb, making me squirm.

 

Seizing the moment when Vegas was engrossed in the sex, I reached for the knife. I gripped the handle tightly and brought the blade to his neck.

 

The moment he realized what was happening, our eyes locked, everything came to a halt except our heavy breathing. Rage slowly filled his eyes. I smirked, the blade still at his neck. Vegas withdrew slightly before slamming back into me, making me moan.

 

"Ahhh, Vegas," I moaned as he continued relentlessly. His thrusts rocked my body, causing the knife's tip to tremble precariously. Afraid it might cut him, I switched my grip to pinch the blade instead, keeping the handle pressed against his neck.

 

I felt his knot begin to swell inside me. He released one hand to stroke my length, now slick with the fluids of my arousal, but his rhythm never faltered. My mind began to blank out.

 

In the final moments before my emotional dam broke, just as I was about to release, he snatched the knife from my hand. I opened my eyes to see him raise the knife high before plunging it down.

 

I closed my eyes.

 

I felt the warmth of his release flood inside me at the same moment I let go, and I realized the gust of wind near my head was from the knife being stabbed forcefully into the pillow beside me.

 

To be continued...

Chapter Text

Pete's POV

 

...

 

I breathed in and out, the scent of the person holding me, making it clear that he was satisfied, that he was happy.

 

My alpha was happy.

 

My alpha...

 

Oh, shit!

 

I jolted awake, causing Vegas to stir.

 

"Pete! What's wrong?"

 

"N-nothing, nothing at all."

 

"But you..."

 

"Seriously, it's nothing. Go back to sleep." I hugged him and pressed my ear to his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat calm my racing heart.

 

...

 

Pete, you idiot! How could you forget you're an omega?

 

I wanted to pull my hair out but had to pretend to sleep in his arms.

 

Then, the scenes of our intense activities replayed in my mind. Oh god, there was knotting, releasing, and even biting my gland.

 

Worry surged through me.

 

I'm an omega. If Vegas finds out, how will he react? It's obvious he despises omegas. If he thinks I intentionally hid it from him...

 

And what about us? Are we considered bonded now? Are we bonded?

 

"Pete, what are you thinking about? I can feel you're worried about something." I rubbed my head against his chest instead of pulling my hair.

 

He could sense how I felt, just as I could sense how he felt. This was clearly a symptom of a bonded pair. Oh my fucking god....

 

"Pete!"

 

He pulled me back to look into my eyes.

 

"What's wrong?"

 

"Nothing," I mumbled, biting my lip hard against the scent of his worry.

 

"Pete," Vegas called my name sternly, his narrow eyes demanding answers.

 

Shit, shit, shit. I had to change the subject fast.

 

"I... I'm just worried about the main family." He searched my eyes for any sign of deceit.

 

"I've been gone for almost three weeks. I have no idea how things are over there. Does the young master miss me? How is Porsche?" I watched for his reaction when I mentioned Porsche, but he stayed calm.

 

"I only know that Big has been caught by the main family."

 

"What? Did he snitched you?" I couldn't help but worry for him.

 

"I don't know. The main family is still quiet. Maybe they don't have enough evidence yet. He might still be denying everything. If he snitches me, it means he's admitting guilt."

 

"Do you want to go back there?" I wasn't sure if it was a statement or a question, but he pulled me into a tight hug, as if afraid I might run away.

 

"Can't you stay with me like this forever, Pete?" His voice was so tender it made my heart race.

 

"Sooner or later, the main family will find the evidence and probably wipe out the minor family. Do you think I should take you and Macau and run away to another country?" I inhaled his scent deeply, closed my eyes, and imagined it, then chuckled.

 

"What will you tell Macau about us?"

 

"That you're my wife." I smacked his arm and pushed myself out of his embrace, sitting up. He laughed and sat up with me.

 

"I'm just telling the truth."

 

"I'm just a lowly bodyguard."

 

"You're the person I love, Pete." The look in his eyes when he said that took my breath away.

 

His words made me feel like I had a weight in my heart, while my stomach fluttered with a hundred butterflies.

 

"You filled the void in my heart. You made me find happiness, Pete. I grew up with expectations, pressure to be better than Kinn, to do everything to defeat the main family, to satisfy every client by any means necessary. And what did I get? My father was never satisfied or proud of me."

 

"But since I met you, you made me forget everything. You made me realize that all those things eating eating me, making me unhappy, could be left behind. I could live and think about only what makes me happy. I've never met anyone who cared about me like you do. I think about you more often than Macau. I want to know what you do in this room, what you complain about when you eat, if you're eating well, if you're sleeping."

 

"When you were mad at me, I felt terrible. I felt more like a failure than when my plans fell apart. I was unhappy because you were unhappy, because you are my happiness."

 

"You're the one I love, Pete."

 

Every word he said pierced my heart. I believed him. The omega in me believed him too. But I couldn't respond right now, not when I had just realized my omega nature, not when I didn't understand my own feelings.

 

I stared at him, unsure what to say, afraid he would ask how I felt about him.

 

"Heh, why do you look so stressed? Does my loving you stress you out?" Vegas laughed, but his smile was strained.

"No, I just..." I avoided his gaze, struggling with what to say. Then I heard him sigh.

 

"Pete, you're still a terrible liar."

 

"I'm not lying. I'm not stressed because you love me. I'm stressed about something else." I turned to look him in the eyes to reaffirm my words. His gaze scrutinized me, I could feel him looking all over me.

 

"I really want to keep you for myself. I may never get your feelings in return, Pete, but I can make you stay with me forever. I want to bind you, to make sure you never leave, never go away from me." The earnestness in his eyes and the firmness in his voice made me think...

 

I got out of bed, picked up something from the room, and walked back to him, his eyes following my every move.

 

"Vegas, I'll be honest. I don't have an answer for you right now. With everything you've told me, my current state, my feelings... I don't know. All I can tell you is that I believe what you said."

 

"Thank you, Pete." Oh god, my heart is melting. Calm down, Pete. Stay calm. Keep it together.

 

"And also, about what you said."

 

"Which thing?"

 

"The thing about how you could make me stay with you forever. That..."

"That what?" Is he messing with me? Didn't he see what I picked up just now? I squinted at him.

 

"What, Pete? If you don't tell me, I won't know." His innocent expression was replaced by a smirk.

 

"The thing about binding me so I can't run away from you!" I ended up saying it myself. I was already this embarrassed, so I placed the rope I had picked up on the bed in front of him.

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Are you okay with me putting you in embarrassing positions or saying whatever I want?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Take off your pants, kneel on the bed, cross your hands behind your back, and wait." I liked it when he gave orders. Following his commands gave me a sense of satisfaction and pride, like when I did my job well as a bodyguard. I knew I liked following orders and challenging them. I used to wonder what punishments I might get if I disobeyed or challenged them. But regular punishments were boring; they weren't what I needed. So, I became just Pete, the obedient bodyguard, a favorite of the main family.

 

But after meeting Vegas, I discovered my true desires. Back then, I might have needed a different kind of punishment. Vegas made me accept my own needs while making me feel safe enough to explore them. Since the first day he caught me, there was no coercion, no force. He gave me a choice from the beginning.

 

Do I like Vegas? Do I love him? Or is it just our matching tastes? Is it my omega nature, or Stockholm syndrome? I don't know.

 

I closed my eyes.

 

Vegas went to get more rope. I had no idea what he was going to do, what he was going to do to me, but I trusted him, just like he trusted me to hold a knife to his throat.

 

'You're the one I love, Pete.'

 

I could feel the coils of rope wrapping around my neck, shoulders, chest, and arms. Vegas skillfully bound my upper body. The tightness of the rope made it hard to breathe. My left wrist, which had a chain, now had ropes binding both my arms behind my back. I tried to struggle, feeling the tension of the ropes tighten in certain spots.

 

"Pete, open your eyes."

 

"I have something I want you to try. Before I bind you further, I'll lay these out for you to choose from." He placed three items in front of me. I recognized two: a blindfold and a candle, which I had seen alongside the ropes earlier. Maybe they came as a set. But the third item, a small metal rod with a handle, I didn't know its purpose. It wasn't sharp enough to be a needle.

 

"What's this for?" I asked.

 

"This?" Vegas picked it up, twirling it between his fingers.

 

"Yeah." He smiled and dragged the metal rod over my body, through the gaps in the ropes. It wasn't sharp at all. He continued to drag it down.

 

"It's to keep you from finishing." I swallowed hard.

 

"So, what will it be? You can choose not to use any of them too."

 

"Can I choose all of them?" My answer made Vegas's breath hitch. He lowered his head, laughing softly. I saw his jaw clench. Did I say something wrong?

 

"Pete, you're going to be the death of me." Then he leaned in to kiss me, his warm tongue sweeping along my teeth, nudging the roof of my mouth. I responded to his kiss, panting. The ropes made it harder to breathe. He kissed me until I was gasping, lying back on my bound arms, my legs spread with him between them.

 

"Pete." I squinted up at him, watching as he took hold of my dick. He trailed the metal rod along its length, circling the tip, causing my arousal to drip steadily. He looked into my eyes before slowly pushing it into the tight opening.

 

It was more uncomfortable than painful, feeling tight and confined. The desire to release built up inside me, but it was held back. I panted heavily, struggling for breath.

 

"Vegas..." Then he bent down and kissed the exposed end of the metal rod. The sight made me shudder, closing my eyes tightly. But everything remained pent up, an agonizing pressure twisting in my dick and balls.

 

heard him laugh and sensed him moving. I felt his breath as he kissed my eyelids before placing a leather blindfold over my eyes, obscuring my vision.

 

"I'm going to continue tying you now. If you ever can't handle it, let me know immediately." I didn't respond; I was lost in the sensations running over my skin. Each breath I took made the ropes rub against my body. When I tugged my bound arms, the ropes tightened around my shoulders. I moved, making the ropes rub all over.

 

Then his hand brushed the inside of my thigh, stopping my movements. He stroked and pushed my legs apart further before tying ropes around my thighs and down to my bent knees, fixing them in place. Sometimes, I playfully tried to close my legs, only to hear his laughter and feel his hands massaging my pent-up arousal, making me surrender and behave.

 

Finally, when the last rope was used, Vegas positioned me kneeling on the bed, my arms bound behind me, my knees tied in a bent position, ankles close together. A rope from my blindfold was tied to my ankles, forcing me to keep my head tilted back, much like my throbbing erection.

 

"Look at you now, Pete, head bodyguard of the main family," Vegas said, sounding just a few feet away.

 

"Ugh!" I jolted as the slender metal rod was pushed deeper.

 

"You, who gets aroused from being treated like this." His voice circled, as if inspecting what he's done.

 

"What would your boss think if he saw you? Or Kinn? Or your friends?"

 

*Click!*The sound of a camera made me flinch again. I tried to turn my face towards the sound.

 

"Anyone who sees this will know you enjoy this, Pete."

 

*Click!* I had to admit, his words only heightened my arousal.

 

*Click!*

 

"Between sending the pictures to the main family and posting them online, which would you prefer? Would you rather have people you know or thousands of strangers see you like this?" Then I felt a nudge at my nipple, causing me to reflexively jerk my head, only to be pulled back by the ropes.

 

"Vegas, touch me, please."

 

"No, you don't deserve a reward yet. Pete, you tried to interfere while I was working. Don't think I didn't notice." He ran his hand along the ropes on my thighs but refused to touch me directly again. Frustration welled up inside me, making me want to cry.

 

"I didn't mean to."

 

"Liar." He tightened the ropes, making them bite into my skin even more.

 

"Aaah!!!" I gritted my teeth in pain as tears streamed down my cheeks. I wanted to release, but the metal rod prevented it.

 

"Pete, my dear, I pity you, but you need to be punished first. You understand, right?" I strained against the ropes to nod instead of answering.

 

"Good. Now, lie on your back." I tried to lie on my back, but the position I was tied in made it difficult, leaving me in an awkward posture with my erection standing prominently without even needing to look.

 

After a moment, I felt Vegas's weight as he adjusted me into a more comfortable position. He gently stroked me.

 

"Pete, there's one more thing you chose. You remember, right?" He loosened some of the overly tight ropes, making it easier for me to breathe.

 

"I remember."

 

"Are you still okay?"

 

"I'm okay."

 

"But I can't wait anymore. I need to be inside you first." I felt the hot pressure at my entrance as he slowly pushed in. I was going crazy with both front and back filled. I knew I was moaning his name non-stop until he was fully inside, then my moans turned into sobs, my face wet with tears. The penetration didn't hurt, but the metal rod prevented my release, making me feel like I would explode with pent-up emotion.

 

Vegas paused to catch his breath before removing my blindfold and kissing my eyelids, the corners of my eyes, and my cheeks. I wanted to hug him, but I couldn't, causing my tears to flow uncontrollably.

 

"Pete, red, yellow, or green?" Vegas asked with a furrowed brow. I bit my lip and shook my head.

 

"Green, green. Vegas, hug me." Then he hugged me tightly. I buried my face in his neck, breathing in the scent of the person I loved, which calmed my heart.

 

"If you tell me to stop, I will stop everything."

 

"I know. It's just... it's too overwhelming."

 

"Hmm," he hummed in his throat, then started kissing and nibbling on the side of my neck.

 

"Let me know when you're ready."

 

"I'm ready." As soon as I responded, Vegas pulled back to look at my face. Well, I really was ready.

 

"Pete, you're the first masochist to make me feel this anxious."

 

"You've had a lot of them, haven't you?"

 

"But no one is like you." He answered with a smile and a deliberate thrust. Vegas continued to thrust for a while until I felt his erection getting harder. Then he lit a candle. I watched the flame as it slowly melted the red wax, creating a pool of molten wax.

 

Suddenly, I felt jealous of the candle that could release when burned.

 

I kept my eyes on the candle in Vegas's hand, not paying attention to his continued movements. I saw him tilt the candle above my abdomen, saw the wax drop, and tensed up but felt nothing. When I lifted my head to look, I saw the wax had landed on the rope.

 

Vegas gave a wide, satisfied smile at having teased me and increased his pace, pulling my attention away from the candle. Just as I moaned his name, I flinched as the hot wax dripped onto my skin unexpectedly. Then more drops followed, spreading all over my body, making me twitch and clench around him.

 

"Pete, Jesus fuck!" He moaned my name and cursed repeatedly.

 

I tensed and bit my lip hard enough to bruise when he deliberately dripped the wax on my nipples. The sensation was overwhelming, and tears began to flow as the wave of desire built up, ready to explode. I felt Vegas's knot expanding inside me, and I jerked as the wax dripped onto my poor, tormented erection. It was painful, tight, and torturous.

 

"Vegas..... Vegas..... ah.... Vegas, I can't take it, I can't take it, ahh!" I cried out as another drop of wax fell, squeezing my eyes shut.

 

I felt one of Vegas's hands on my hip, holding me steady to keep thrusting, while the other, which must have just left the candle, began to stroke my erection.

 

His hands moved faster and faster, and my mind and senses overflowed, beyond control. I felt like I couldn't breathe, like my brain was starved of air. And just a second before I passed out, his knot expanded fully, locking me against him. His fingers pinched and rubbed my tip, making me clench tightly around him. Then he pulled out the metal rod, releasing me from the long-held torment, and climaxed inside me simultaneously.

 

"Pete!!"

 

To be continued....

Chapter Text

Vegas' POV

 

While I was still unable to separate myself from him, I used this moment to untie the ropes binding Pete, making it easier for him to lie down. Pete wasn't unconscious but kept his eyes half-open, watching me without saying anything. His lips, bright red from being bitten, curved into a satisfied smile. He seemed to be basking in the afterglow of his recent pleasure. He looked quite cute like this.

 

"Pete."

 

"Hmm?"

 

"Was it good just now?"

 

"It was amazing," he smiled so widely that his eyes crinkled shut, his cheeks flushed.

 

"I love you, Pete," I said, as I traced the rope marks on his body, checking for any abrasions that might need ointment. Pete chuckled softly before responding.

 

"Yeah, I know."

 

'And you? Do you love me back?' was the question I didn't dare to ask him.

 

I tossed the ropes off the bed before gently turning to hug him from behind.

 

"It hurts," he grimaced, trying to reach the area where my knot was still connected to him. I grabbed his wrist and hugged him tightly.

 

He squirmed, typical of someone in a post-orgasmic haze.

 

I admit I've brought my partners to this state before, but back then, why did it seem so annoying?

 

"Vegas."

 

"Hmm?"

 

"Kiss my neck. You can bite too." I fulfilled his request, kissing and nibbling. I had an urge to bite down hard enough to taste blood in my mouth. Pete shuddered in my embrace, a sign that he had just climaxed again. I held him even tighter.

 

What do I have to do to keep him with me like this forever?

 

I kept thinking about this over and over every day.

 

Whenever I looked into his eyes, I knew Pete cared about me. But what I never saw was a gaze of infatuation, of love so intense that he would do anything for me, like I had seen from others I had manipulated.

 

But because he wasn't like the others, I loved him...

 

Why have you been staying home a lot lately?" Macau once asked me.

 

"Isn't it a good thing? You used to complain about me always going out to bars."

 

"It's good, but when you're home, you don't spend time with me. You're always in your room. Or... did you buy a new gaming console without telling me?"

 

"No, no."

 

"Hahaha, I'm just teasing. I don't know what's going on, but I've noticed you're happier these days. That makes me happy too."

 

"But this happiness might not last long."

 

"Why? Are you bored already?" Bored?

 

"Quite the opposite, I'm deeply in love," I blurted out. Macau fell silent, probably not expecting me to use that word.

 

"Then you need to find a way to make this happiness last. I believe you can do it, considering your level."

 

"Yeah, sure," I replied to my younger brother with a bitter smile, unable to see a way forward.

 

Pete makes me scared, scared of losing him like I've lost others before.

 

Every day, I go to work with my father and return home worried that I might open the door and he won't be there. Like today, I sighed with relief.

 

Pete was sitting at the table I brought into the room after buying Southern food for him. Now, he was fiddling with the chain on his wrist.

 

"Pete?" He turned at the sound of my voice, his eyes showing a certain determination, and then he smiled at me.

 

Why does his smile make me so anxious?

 

"I need to talk to you, Vegas."

 

Sometimes I wonder if our roles have reversed. Am I still the one imprisoning him, or does he now hold all the power over me?

 

I walked over and sat across from him. The last time we sat face to face like this was when we argued about Justin...

 

"Why do you look so tense?" Pete raised an eyebrow and tilted his head at me.

 

"Shouldn't I be?"

 

"No, you shouldn't be. You don't need to be tense because I'm the one who should be," he continued to smile, still playing with the chain.

 

"That day, when you said you loved me, I told you I believed you, but I didn't have an answer for you... Today, I still don't have an answer, but I have a proposal."

 

"A proposal?"

 

"Yes!" Pete replied, taking a deep breath and exhaling. He did look genuinely tense.

 

"Tell me."

 

"If you truly love me, Vegas, you have to set me free, let me return to my main family. Don't interfere. Listen to me until I finish speaking."

 

"First reason, if we follow the cliché soap operas you used to watch with your sister, love is about giving, not possessing. So you have to let me go."

 

"Do I look like a soap opera protagonist to you, Pete?"

 

"You could pass as one. Are you quitting being a mafia boss to pursue an acting career?"

 

"..."

 

"Haha, I told you, I'm different, and that's why you're stressed. As for the second reason, by keeping me like this, I won't know my own feelings. It could just be Stockholm Syndrome or something, or I might genuinely feel something for you, or it could be everything. You might never know if you don't let me go."

 

I stared at Pete's face. It reverted back to the way it was when it used to follow me around.

 

I don't want to let him go. I don't want to consider his proposal. But his feelings are important to me.

 

"Or do you not care how I feel? Don't want answers? Just want to keep me like this, feeding me every other day, keeping me chained up, treating me like some old pet?"

 

"Pete!!!"

 

"Vegas, I'm a dog. You said it yourself. Remember?"

 

"That was then! Now, I..."

 

"Then you have to make it different," I could only stare at Pete's face. He was right. He was right about everything. But...

 

"You can't just let me go, Pete. I can't imagine myself without you anymore."

 

"Are you sure? Are you sure about the proposal?"

 

"Yes, I'm sure, because I believe you when you say you love me," I sat there, silently looking at him. From the first day until today, Pete remained unchanged. Always seeing the good in the world, always finding a way to survive. Still so certain, still him.

 

Maybe it's just me who's changed. Who's weak. Who's losing to him. Maybe all of this is just my main family's plan to make me like this. To love him this much.

 

Or maybe this is karma for what I've done to others. Maybe it's time for me to suffer a bit.

 

What goes around comes around.

 

I took a deep breath before answering Pete.

 

"I need time to think."

 

"Vegas," Pete stood up and came over to me, caressing my cheek and touching the corner of my lips like he did that day, but this time, his hand trailed down to my left chest, right where my heart is.

 

"I'm asking you to sincerely consider this offer. I know I'm not in a position to negotiate anything with you. I should've been shot the moment you caught me. But because of the time we've spent together... I want to answer you with the same sentence."

 

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, holding him close. Do I really have to let him go? I breathed in and out, intoxicated by the scent of the person in front of me, which always made me feel calm.

 

"I really like your scent," Pete hesitated for a moment before hugging me back.

"Haha, your shower gel is something I bought for myself,"

 

"No, I mean your scent."

 

"Oh, I see. I guess I have a good natural scent," I could imagine his slightly embarrassed face without even looking.

 

Hmm.

 

"I need a week, and then I'll answer your proposal."

 

"Okay, thank you."

 

"I haven't agreed yet."

 

"I know. I just... thank you for listening."

 

I listened to him throughout, from the beginning, for some reason. I don't know why I listened. With others, I only use them. Even if someone begs or professes their love to me, I don't care. But when it's Pete...

 

I lifted him up before walking to the bed. Pete unlocked his legs so he could walk more comfortably. I laid him down on the bed, examining everything about him. His face, his gaze, his neck, his shoulders. I didn't want to let him go.

 

I leaned down and kissed him, heavy and biting. I wanted to hurt him, leave only marks, make him call my name every waking moment and in his dreams. Even in dreams, he should only have me.

 

"Vegas," his voice whispered my name, urging me on, telling me to continue, to be stronger, to be heavier.

 

"Pete,"

 

"Ah..... Vegas, Vegas," I used the chain from his left wrist to wrap around his neck, now full of bite marks, before pulling it forcefully.

 

Pete stared into my eyes before tilting his head back.

 

No surprise, no pleading or begging.

 

I pulled harder and harder.

 

Pete, you've made me weak.

 

It's my weakness.

 

If only I... exerted a bit more force...

 

"Vegas," he whispered my name, lips trembling, eyes closed in acceptance of everything I offered.

 

Just his death.

 

And then I released the chain.

 

How do I kill him? Killing him is like killing myself.

 

"Vegas, come here. What's wrong with you?" His worried eyes were crystal clear.

 

What am I? All I know is that right now, I'm struggling to breathe, my thoughts are muddled, and my left chest hurts like it's been hit hard.

 

"Why are you crying, Vegas?"

 

Crying? Me? I don't cry.

 

And then I laughed to myself.

 

"Vegas!!"

 

I felt his embrace, Pete held me tightly, the one I almost killed.

 

"It's okay. I'm sorry, Vegas. I'm sorry," he repeated, not knowing what he was apologizing for. One of his hands comforted me, and he was trembling.

 

"And why are you crying, Pete?"

 

"You're crying, so I'm sad too. Tell me what's wrong."

 

"I'm just tired." He released his embrace and looked at me, his hand trying to wipe away the tears from my face, even though his own face was wet.

 

"Just rest, come on, lie down," he pushed me to lie down.

 

"You're not going to do it anymore?"

 

"I want to see you do it," Pete replied, blushing slightly. He was the first time I saw him like this.

 

He bit his lip, hesitated, before finally inhaling and preparing himself.

 

"To be honest, at first, I was puzzled by what you offered, but now... damn," he murmured softly, his voice barely audible. I still lay there, watching his hesitant actions that I had never seen before.

 

Then Pete got up and stood at the edge of the bed, with me watching his every move.

 

"Let me say this first, this will be just once, never again," I stopped frowning in confusion, until Pete took off his own pants, revealing a black strap-on that contrasted with his skin color. Ge adjusted the strap-on to showcase his muscles and curves.

Honestly, I bought it to tease him. If I knew he looked this good wearing it, I would buy it again.

Then he slowly climbed onto the bed. When he reached the edge, he held onto my waist, and I pulled him towards me before using both hands to squeeze hid buttocks forcefully.

 

"Ouch! Vegas," I pulled the strap-on string out and let it slide into his body, before pulling his tight again until the strap-on was snug against the sensitive area that was starting to get moist.

 

"Just stay still if you're tired," Pete tried to remove my hand and place it on his hip, but I was more interested in doing something else.

 

He unbuckled my belt clumsily. He had never initiated like this before. He can kill me without blinking an eye, but only loosened my pants for me. His hand was trembling.

 

"Pete."

 

"Hmm!?" His face flushed, startled by my call.

 

"You're so cute right now," I complimented, which only fueled his embarrassment. He bit his lip, head bowed, until he finally managed to remove my pants and let out a sigh of relief.

 

"I miss your mouth," I said, and Pete glared at me. Last time, I guided him through everything, and now I was curious if he would do it willingly on his own.

 

"Only because you said you're tired," he muttered, then backed up to get into position. He held my erection, which had been hard since seeing him in those black lace panties, with both hands.

 

Then he bent down, keeping eye contact with me, his tongue teasing the tip. There was a mischievous and challenging look in his eyes, but he didn't make me wait long. His warm, soft mouth enveloped me, and his hands moved to stimulate other parts of me. I reached out to caress his head, winding my fingers through his hair. I wouldn't control the pace; I wanted him to do everything.

 

And if you think someone as shy as Pete would be boring, just licking and sucking like others, you'd be wrong. As soon as he had me in his mouth, he practically swallowed my soul. He sucked and licked from tip to base, making a low hum in his throat that sent vibrations through me. Even when it seemed too deep, he kept going. I gripped his hair, worried he might choke. I felt pre-cum leaking into his mouth, which he swallowed eagerly. Pete closed his eyes, lost in the sensation, almost suffocating.

 

The sight made me want to release into his mouth.

 

"Pete, stop." He gave a few more sucks before pulling away, blinking up at me in confusion.

 

"Get on top of me." His eyes widened, but he didn't refuse. He moved to straddle my waist, rubbing my dik against his cheeks.

 

*Slap*

 

"Don't tease. Let me inside, Pete."

 

"Should I take it off?"

 

"No, keep it on. It's sexy," I said, squeezing his firm buttocks and pulling the lace straps aside.

 

He lifted itself up, watching me uncertainly. I let him guide my erection to his entrance, rubbing him to get slick. Part of me wanted to grab his hips and thrust in deep, but I enjoyed his hesitant approach too much.

 

"Pete, relax." He exhaled the breath he had been holding, looking at me for reassurance.

 

"Just sit down, Pete." He followed my command, frowning and sweating, pausing to catch his breath with just the tip inside. He glanced at me again.

 

"You're doing great, good boy." Pete nodded unconsciously at the praise, smiling as he sank down further.

 

I massaged his hips and ran my hands over his muscular chest, tweaking his nipples to help him relax. By the time Pete had taken all of me, we were both sweating. He sat up straight, breathing heavily, clenching around me.

 

He looked so good that I wondered how the main family chose bodyguards to get one like this.

 

I bucked up into him, unable to stay still. Pete punched my abs and held me down.

"Don't move!" I laughed, rubbing his dick through the wet lace, now soaked with slick.

 

Pete squinted at me before lifting himself off. Most would start with shallow movements, but my Pete pulled up almost entirely before slamming back down, making both of us gasp. He repeated this with a steady rhythm.

 

I could feel him searching for the spot he wanted. Watching him chase his own pleasure with such determination pleased me. I teased by changing the pace, making him cry out.

 

I admitted I enjoyed having Pete ride me. I usually didn't like letting others take the lead, especially using my body for their pleasure like this. Pete's pace quickened. He was close. His legs shook, and his rhythm faltered.

 

"Ve.... Gas.... Ahh," he panted, unable to say my name properly.

 

I grabbed his waist with both hands and flipped him onto his back on the mattress. He wrapped his arms around me, and his legs locked around my waist. He willingly let me take over the lead now.

 

I thrust hard and repeatedly, hitting the sensitive spot inside him that I was familiar with. Pete closed his eyes tightly, stifling his moans. I could feel my knot beginning to expand, but I kept thrusting fully into him, causing his tight passage to continuously stretch and contract.

 

"Vegas, ahhh Vegas..." he bit down on my shoulder when the waves of pleasure became too much to bear. We both reached our climax.

 

I didn't know if he had bitten me hard enough to draw blood. All I knew was that it didn't hurt. No matter what he did, even if he bit me until my flesh tore or stabbed me with a knife, I would embrace it all.

 

Because Pete is the one I love.

 

Even if he might not love me back at all.

 

To be continued...

Chapter Text

Porsche's POV

 

I stood and watched the tense atmosphere between Kinn and Khun Noo, the two brothers. Today was the agreed-upon day that if Pete hadn't returned, Kinn would call Pete's grandmother. Khun Noo had insisted on being present, fearing that Kinn might say something that would cause misunderstandings or alarm Pete's grandmother.

 

It seemed clear that Khun Noo really cared about Pete. It made sense, given how Pete always indulged him, always treating him like a prince.

 

In the room were Kinn, Khun Noo, me, Arm, and Pol, all worried about Pete. We had gathered in Kinn's office, waiting for him to dial and put the call on speaker.

 

"Hello, is this Grandma Jui? This is Kinn."

 

"Hey, it's khun Kinn calling! Come here and sit down. Yes, this is Grandma Jui."

 

"Are you and Grandpa doing well?"

 

"We're good, we're good. But wait, you're not calling to tell me something happened to Pete, are you?" When everyone heard this, we looked at each other.

 

So, Pete hadn't gone home...

 

"He's fine, Grandma. This is Tankhun speaking. Pete went to work and was worried about you and Grandpa, so he asked me to call."

 

"Oh dear, Pete! Why is he bothering his boss like this? That child!"

 

"I volunteered. I haven't gone home with Pete for the past couple of years, so I wanted to call myself. Hearing you sound so strong makes me happy."

 

Kinn and I were extremely stressed.

 

After a while, Khun Noo hung up and turned back to us.

 

"What the hell is this?"

 

"So, Pete lied to you about having business at home?"

 

"But why would Pete lie to me? Have I ever denied him anything he wanted to do?"

 

"Unless he was ordered to lie," I suggested.

 

"Pa doesn't..." Kinn didn't finish his sentence before Khun Noo completed the call and put it on speaker.

 

"Kim, where are you?"

 

"What's up?"

 

"Did you secretly assign Pete without telling me?"

 

"..."

 

"Answer me! Huh!"

 

"I'll be home soon." Then the call ended.

 

"Well, that means yes, right? He's my bodyguard! How could he do this?" I saw Tan Khun's face filled with anger, but his eyes looked like he was about to cry.

 

Wow, this is way beyond what I expected.

 

"He has his own bodyguards. Why does he have to use my Pete? He definitely made him lie to me."

 

"Khun Noo, calm down. Let's wait for Kim."

 

"Calm down! He's been gone for over three weeks now and..." TanKhun started crying. Honestly, I understand the situation. Being a bodyguard for the family, disappearing for more than two days usually means they're presumed dead. Now it's almost a month. It's not surprising that Khun is angry and upset with that jerk Kim.

 

"Young Master, wait for Kim first. Pete might have been sent on a long mission. Please, Young Master, hold on." I walked over to console Khun. If it were any other situation, Pete would probably comfort him like this if he saw Khun Noo crying.

 

"Why did Kim..."

 

For almost twenty minutes, Arm, Pol, and I had to take turns consoling TanKhun. He cried and muttered the whole time.

 

"If anything happens to Pete, I will... You guys must help me, for Pete." The three-bodyguard gang could only respond with, "Yes, sir."

 

Kim arrived, looking exhausted. He drove here, so what is he tired from?

 

"When did Pete disappear?"

 

"Since he asked Khun Noo for leave, saying he had business at home," Kinn replied because I was covering Khun's mouth, ready to scold Kim as soon as he entered the room. But I eventually let go and got a big glare.

 

Well, I just wanted to get to the point.

 

"Where did you send my Pete? What did you have him do? Tell us now."

 

"Are you sure no one has seen him since that day?"

 

"We're sure," Kinn, Khun, and everyone else in the room replied in unison. Kim looked irritated, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

 

"I sent him to find Porschay at the Minor Family's house."

 

"What! You sent him to the Minor Family's house? Who did you send him with? You didn't send him alone, did you? Kim, I asked, did you?"

 

"I sent him alone."

 

"Why? You know the Minor Family's house is just as dangerous as ours."

 

"It was an urgent situation then. Pete understood that he was the only one who knew the layout of the Minor Family's house, especially Vegas's room. I found Porschay before Vegas could execute his plan because Pete provided the information."

 

"So, it was Vegas who captured my brother, and Pete who helped me find him."

 

"Exactly. When we rescued Porschay that day, I told Pete to get out quickly when Vegas left the warehouse. I assumed he had already made it out."

 

"But he didn't. And no one knew where he disappeared to because we believed your lie about him going home. Now, it's been three weeks! Pete's mine!" Khun's tears flowed again.

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"Arm, can you check the security cameras around the Minor Family's house from the past three weeks since Pete went in?"

 

"Yes, but the internal cameras are a closed system. I can't hack them."

 

"Just check the perimeter." Everyone understood what Kinn was implying: look for any large packages or items being moved that could indicate a body or multiple bags.

 

Damn it.

 

Arm set up multiple screens and began his work. The room's atmosphere grew somber.

 

All the camera feeds were displayed, starting with footage of Pete entering. An hour later, Vegas returned. Arm fast-forwarded the footage.

 

We spent hours reviewing three weeks of footage but found nothing suspicious. There were no large packages being moved. We saw Big visit the Minor Family's house, along with Gun, Vegas, and Macau going about their usual business.

 

"Damn, we didn't find anything," Khun complained.

 

"But I'm thinking about what Big mentioned."

 

"Do you still think my Pete is a spy for the Minor Family?" Khun glared at his brother.

 

"No, I'm just thinking that the reason Big mentioned Pete might be because he saw him."

 

"You're smart," I saw Kinn roll his eyes at his brother.

 

"But that was a long time ago," I pointed out, though the thought that Pete might still be alive was reassuring.

 

"Normally, the Minor Family tortures and kills their captives. If Pete has survived for weeks, we might still have hope."

 

When Vegas arrived, he dismissed the bodyguards from the room. Oddly enough, he looked different now. His attire was the same, but his neck was covered in bite marks and hickeys. Who had he been fooling around with? I thought Kinn and I were intense, but his partner must be wild.

 

Vegas must have noticed my stare because he glanced down at himself and then smiled. What a creep.

 

"What brings you here, big brother? Is there something you need my advice on?"

 

"You know why I'm here." Vegas sat down, swirling a glass of wine before taking a sip.

 

"I don't know. Or does Porsche miss me?"

 

"Miss you? I'm already being nice by not bringing up that you kidnapped Porschay, you bastard." Kinn squeezed my hand tightly, restraining me.

 

"Oops. The cat's out of the bag."

 

Speak Thai if you're so confident, you bastard. I wished he would choke on his wine. While the main family was worried sick about Pete, this culprit sat here drinking wine nonchalantly.

 

"You know you've screwed up a lot lately. Soon, your family will face problems."

 

Vegas listened without a care.

 

"So, if you have anything that belongs to the main family, I suggest you return it. It might lessen your punishment."

 

*Bang* The sound of Vegas slamming the wine glass on the table made Kinn and me reach for our guns. His eyes were filled with either anger or possessiveness.

 

"There's nothing here that belongs to the main family. Everything here is mine."

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"I'm sure. If you have no more business, you and Porsche can leave. I won't be seeing you off."

 

"Oh, and don't wander around. This place isn't like the main family's house. The bodyguards here have orders to shoot on sight."

 

This must be the real Vegas I was finally meeting.

 

Damn it, we didn't achieve anything.

 

By now, who knows what condition Pete is in?

 

I'm really worried about him.

 

To be continued...

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Vegas' POV

 

I opened the jewelry box in my hand, examining the custom piece I had designed and selected the gemstones for.

 

*Knock, knock, knock.* The sound of knocking on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.

 

"Khun Vegas, the master has sent for you. He said khun Kinn has something to discuss."

 

I closed the lid and put the box back in the drawer, glancing towards the bedroom door. I wondered what Pete was doing, but I'd check on him later.

 

I walked to the guest office where Kinn was probably waiting. After dismissing all the bodyguards, I was curious about what the main family wanted, given that everything was out in the open now.

 

"What brings you here, big brother? Is there something you need my advice on?" Advice, huh.

 

"You know why I'm here." Surely, they hadn't just figured out that Pete was with me. If so, they hadn't done a great job of looking after the subordinate they claimed to care so much about.

 

"I don't know. Or does Porsche miss me?"

 

"Miss you? It's good enough that I'm not bringing up how you kidnapped Porsche, you bastard." I looked at Porsche. The interest I once had in him was completely gone. He was intriguing, yes, but only because of what I knew about his background.

 

"Oops. The cat's out of the bag."

 

"You know you've made many mistakes, and soon your family will face problems."

 

I sipped my wine. Issues between the main family and the second family? I was getting tired of it all.

 

"So, if you have anything that belongs to the main family, I suggest you return it. It might lessen your punishment."

 

*Bang* Kinn thought he could just send someone to take back what was mine. The person who has stayed with me all this time, who is mine.

 

Pete is mine!

 

"There's nothing here that belongs to the main family. Everything here is mine."

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"I'm sure. If you have no more business, you and Porsche can leave. I won't be seeing you off."

 

"Oh, and don't wander around. This place isn't like the main family's house. The bodyguards here have orders to shoot on sight."

 

I downed the rest of my wine before heading back to my room. I understood what Pete suggested. It's true I can't keep him like this forever. Today proved that the main family knows Pete is with me, even if it took them a long time to realize.

 

If it weren't for our shared tastes, the main family would have found his corpse two days after he snuck in.

 

"Drinking wine this early, huh?" Pete put down his book and spoke to me as I lay down beside him.

 

"Kinn and Porsche came to talk to me."

 

"What happened?" Pete moved closer, his eyebrows knitting with worry. I couldn't resist flicking his forehead lightly.

 

"They came to take you back." Pete rubbed his forehead, looking at me confusedly before a look of understanding crossed his face.

 

"And there wasn't a serious argument or anything, right?"

 

"Are you worried about me, or Kinn?" The person in front of me locked eyes with me before leaning in to plant a kiss on my lips as an answer, and I returned the kiss.

 

When the long kiss ended, Pete lay down on my chest. Recently, while waiting for my response to his proposal, Pete had been more affectionate.

 

"If things continue like this, the main family will send people to invade and take me away in a few days."

 

"Should I just kill them all?" And then he gave me a not-too-light, not-too-heavy smack in the middle of my chest.

 

"They're my friends."

 

"I was joking." Pete lay still, lost in thoughts. I couldn't help but reflect on how our time like this was coming to an end as I gently stroked his head.

 

"Probably in three days. On that day, both my father and I have appointments, and most of the bodyguards will be out."

 

"Yeah."

 

"So, I have only two days to consider your proposal, right?"

 

Pete didn't answer. Since the day he proposed to me, he hadn't asked about it or pressured me for a response. Pete picked up one of the detective novels I'd bought for him and continued reading, leaning against me.

 

"Is it good?"

 

"Yeah, the murder scenes are quite realistic."

 

I looked at his focused face, feeling jealous of the book that was holding his attention as our time together dwindled.

 

"Pete."

 

"Hmm?"

 

"I've made up my mind about your proposal." When I said that, he looked at me, his eyes showing hesitation.

 

"Are we going to discuss this seriously?"

 

"Yes." I had made my decision. With only two days left, what I chose would require further care.

 

"Okay." Pete put down his novel, sat cross-legged, and turned to face me.

 

"In two days, I'll let you return to the main family." I observed Pete's face and eyes as I spoke, but his expression remained neutral, as if he had already known I would accept his proposal.

 

"But today, I'll remove the chain from your wrist."

 

"No."

 

"No?"

 

"I need to say I escaped from you. I need to have marks."

 

"Then keep the wristband, but let me remove the chain."

 

"Can you?"

 

"I'll do it." I walked to the outer room to prepare the tools to remove the chain and also gathered the items from the drawer.

 

I looked at the chain in my hand and felt an urge to laugh at everything. I was the one who had imprisoned him, and now I was about to unchain him. Was I really going to let him go?

 

I placed the chains I would use later on the table, taking only two pairs of pliers to pry the chain open. As the chain fell to the floor, Pete sat quietly looking at his left wrist and then smiled.

 

"Should I keep it as a bracelet?" Pete said, laughing.

 

"If you want a keepsake, I'll make you a new one later."

 

"Aren't you afraid I'll run away today?"

 

"..." Of course, I was afraid. I was afraid of losing him sooner. Even though I had to let him go eventually, today and two days later made a difference.

 

But I didn't answer him. I was putting the chain back in its place. While I had my back turned to him, he might disappear when I turned around again.

 

"Vegas," a voice came from behind along with an embrace that wrapped around me.

 

"I'm not going anywhere yet, don't be sad." When I was sad, he would be sad too. Besides him, who else would care about how I felt?

 

"Sorry," I told him. He continued to hug me until I turned around and smiled at him.

 

"So, what about the terms of my offer? I'm more curious about that." Hearing his cheerful voice discussing something I was also interested in made me feel better.

 

Pete's eyes lit up, genuinely curious about what I would choose for him, more than whether I would accept his offer.

 

"One thing for sure, it's not branding you with a hot iron."

 

"I was just comparing."

 

"Do you want to guess, Pete?"

 

"Hmm, I'll rule out tattoos first. One, it's redundant since I already got one from Khun Noo. Two, you wouldn't take me to a tattoo shop or hire a tattoo artist. So, that's out." Watching him think and explain was entertaining, so I let him continue guessing.

 

"Go on."

 

"Creating scars would be messy and not your style. But you did say I looked good covered in blood. I'm not sure." Actually, I had thought about it, but perfecting a scar is hard. His skin... I didn't want any imperfection on it.

 

"What else?"

 

"Lastly, I think piercing various parts. That seems the most plausible. Did I guess right?"

 

"Correct, very smart, darling." Usually, I used this term with others, but never with him. Seeing Pete's embarrassed reaction was cute.

 

"Ew, what did you call me? Gives me chills." He looked down, rubbing his arms.

 

"Why? Don't you like it when I call you darling?"

 

"Goosebumps! Or do you like being called that, hmm? Vegas, darling, my darling~ Just saying it gives me chills." Being called by someone you love feels different.

 

"Pete, you've melted my heart." When Pete, who was rubbing his arms, looked up and saw me smiling, he shyly responded in a soft voice.

 

"If you like it, someday I'll stop calling you these nicknames."

 

"Okay." I knew he was just shy to call me that, but I liked seeing him blush like this.

 

"So, can you guess where I'll pierce?" I brought back the topic again.

 

"This one, I surrender. I don't think I can guess correctly."

 

"What I thought." Then I traced my fingers over various parts of his body while simultaneously glancing at his excited, nervous eyes.

 

Starting from the face, eyebrows, nose, lip edges, then touching his tongue before pulling it to the earlobe, dragging it down the neck, collarbone, down to the middle of the chest, until reaching the waist before tracing back up to my target point, the left nipple.

 

I savored his reaction as I revealed my plan: the gaze, the breath catching, the tongue licking his lips, the involuntary muscle movements following the rhythm of swallowing saliva.

 

"What do you think? Are you ready for this?" I could sense a slight tremor as I lightly pinched it.

 

"Ready?"

 

"Ready, I'm ready." Pete looked excited at the thought of being pierced. I was glad that what I chose was something he would enjoy.

 

"Okay, what I'm going to do is mark the positions first, then use the clamp to hold it in place before piercing through the marked spot, then insert the bar. But because I have something else to surprise you with, I want to blindfold you first. Is that okay, Pete?"

 

"Okay." Asking someone who enjoyed being blindfolded and was a masochist, the answer was usually predictable. I smiled at his honesty to himself.

 

I kissed Pete's forehead before covering his eyes with the cloth.

 

"I'll do the position now..." I slowly guided him through each step, from using a pen to mark the spots on the left nipple, wiping the area clean, using the clamp, selecting a size 14 needle, piercing through the marked spot, removing the clamp, and then inserting the bar. Everything went perfectly. I then led it to stand in front of the mirror.

 

"Did it hurt earlier?" I asked as I removed the blindfold.

 

"It's okay." Then I hugged Pete from behind and placed my chin on his shoulder, giving him time to admire my work while I observed his reaction.

 

Pete stood still, gazing at his reflection. Now, the left nipple was pierced and adorned with a silver bar. The bar formed a V-shaped chain descending down, representing my name embellished with vibrant red rubies and sparkling diamonds. The red of my name was gleaming on his body.

 

"I hope my name, Vegas, will be in your heart," I said as I saw Pete reaching out to touch the pendant hanging right over his heart.

 

"Do you like it, Pete?" Then when I noticed he was crying.

 

"I do. I like it, Vegas. I'm sorry I can't reply with different sentences," Pete apologized.

 

"It's okay, Pete. Please, don't cry." I might be deceiving myself, but I felt like I understood, even if he didn't say those words aloud.

 

"I don't know why I'm so weak right now. I feel pathetic like this. Damn, I'm laughing at myself," and after a while, Pete managed to hold back his tears.

 

"I like it. It's very beautiful. Thank you," he said.

 

"I'm glad to see you happy," Pete looked at me through the mirror before turning to face me directly.

 

"Vegas, will you help me make this memorable? Help me feel the pain, help me remember this moment forever," I kissed him immediately after he finished the request, then hugged him tightly and carried him to the bed.

 

Pete was my everything.

 

To be continued...

Chapter Text

Pete's POV

 

I stood, gazing at myself in the mirror. Apart from my hair, which was now longer and not styled, everything else about me seemed unchanged, just like a month ago when I first stepped into this room. The addition was the pendant over my heart and the metal around my left wrist.

 

Outside, everything may seem the same, but inside, my feelings and everything else have completely changed.

 

I entered this room with great reverence for the main family house and caution towards the minor family house, and now it looks the same. I still respect the main family house, but I'm concerned about the minor family house, especially anything that might affect Vegas.

 

Back then, I had to come in to gather information, and now I have to go back to protect everyone I care about. If an attack were to happen to help me, someone would inevitably get hurt, no matter which side they're on. But with this choice, only two people get hurt: me and Vegas.

 

I touched the V pendant, looking at the red ruby reflecting back and forth, before removing it and flipping it over.

 

I wanted to tell Vegas that my heart holds it, that the omega in me is crying out for my own decisions. But I dare not risk it, even if he loves me back. Sending omega into the alpha's room, anyone would think it's part of the plan. Would he believe no one in the main family knows I'm an omega, even if it's true?

 

Ugh.

 

I picked up Vegas's white shirt and wore it. His scent enveloped me, feeling like he's hugging me.

 

Pete, you're being bold.

 

Once dressed, I went to find Vegas waiting for me outside the room. I knew he didn't want to accept my offer.

 

"I'm ready," I said, and he looked at me before turning back to look at himself.

 

"But I'm not ready."

 

"Vegas."

 

"Fine." He sighed and led me out of his room. It's been a month since I've been with him.

 

"But you have to let me escort you to the main family house," he said, even though he wouldn't look at me.

 

"Vegas."

 

"You have to follow me on this, Pete." I followed him along the balcony, looking around the minor family house, the sunlight, the birds flying by. It was the freedom I finally got.

 

But why did I feel so heavy inside, like something was holding me back? I reached out to grab the arm of the person leading and eventually he turned back to look at me. I don't know what my face looks like right now, but it made Vegas hold my hand and continue walking. He led me past his bodyguard and into his room. I just bowed my head and waited until...

 

"Hey, want to have breakfast together? And, Pete, are you coming?" A voice interrupted us. I pulled my hand back from being held in front and responded politely.

 

"Hello, khun Macau."

 

"How did Pete come?" Macau asked and turned to look around.

 

"Pete came to pick up something I forgot yesterday, and are you going to school?" I watched the two siblings talk, and I just stood there, smiling like before.

 

"Yes, are you coming to pick me up today?"

 

"Sorry, it's an important appointment, I have to take them back to that house myself."

 

"Okay, next time then."

 

"Promise."

 

"So, I'll take my leave now, khun Macau."

 

"See you, Pete." Then I bowed and said goodbye, following Vegas out, seeing him walk away with a smile.

 

"What's up?"

 

"You're getting along well with your brother-in-law." I just shot him a glance and followed him, letting him walk away smiling alone until he led me to the car.

 

"Wait, you want me to drive? And on the driver's side?"

 

"Yes, get in the car."

 

"Are you crazy, Vegas? Do you understand the word 'escape'?"

 

"I don't care. Get in, Pete. Otherwise, stay here." Damn. Then I followed his command, got in the car, buckled up, and as soon as he drove out of the compound, he reached over and grabbed my hand.

 

"Do as you please."

 

"And you don't have to do as you please, Vegas. Do you understand?"

 

"If I'm not around, you have to keep calm about everything, okay? Don't care about what anyone says, whether it's your dad or your damn brother. Understand? And don't hurt yourself. You have to think about the people who love and care about you. Think about Macau too."

 

"Including you, Pete." He shot a glance from the road briefly.

 

"You know I care about you."

 

"I know." Then he didn't say anything else to me until he parked nearby. He was good that he didn't drive all the way to the house.

 

He parked, turned off the engine, but his gaze was fixed straight ahead, as if watching people walking on the street. Meanwhile, his hand still held mine tightly.

 

I took a breath. I understood his feelings because I felt them too.

 

"Vegas." I called for his attention before safely unclasping his hand and kissing him, lifting my left hand where he had left his name.

 

"I'll miss you." I whispered before letting go of his hand and getting out of the car.

 

Then I walked towards my destination, trying not to think about whether I had just heard my name being called or how the person I left behind might feel.

 

I walked into the house following the usual path without thinking, lost in various thoughts. Until I forgot to think that right now, in the main family house, there might be a plan to attack and help me tomorrow. I only regained my senses when I heard someone calling my name.

 

"Pete!!!" And it was Porche who looked like he saw a ghost. He threw down the cigarette he was smoking and stepped on it immediately.

 

"What's up?"

 

"What's up with you? How the fuck did you escape? Fuck, oh shit." And then he hugged me.

 

Damn, I missed you.

 

"Why are you yelling at me?"

 

"You follow me. Inside, they're planning intensely, and here you are, walking around without a care in the world." Before I could respond, Porsche dragged me to the meeting room.

 

"Everyone, meeting's over!" Porsche shouted as soon as he opened the door, causing everyone in the meeting to look up.

 

"You can't just end it!" Tankhun was the first to speak up.

 

"Yes, I can. Look." He pulled me to stand in front of him.

 

"Pete!!!!!" My name was called in excitement, making me tear up.

 

"Yes, I'm back." Then Tankhun got up and hugged me first, with Pol and Arm surrounding me.

 

"You're bad, you know that? Lying to me about having business at home, making me worry and think you were dead. I was about to come and get you myself, but Kinn wouldn't let me."

 

"I'm sorry, khun Noo. I'm back, see?" I patted Tankhun's back as he cried on my shoulder.

 

"How are you? How did you escape?" Pol asked.

 

"It took a while, but I managed to slip the chain off my wrist." I showed my left wrist.

 

"But you don't seem much changed. So, it was Vegas who captured you?" When Porsche mentioned Vegas, I was afraid I'd give something away.

 

"Yes, that's right."

 

"That bastard! And he said everything was mine."

 

"..."

 

"What did he do to you?" Kinn, who had been silent, asked with a thoughtful look.

 

"At first, there was torture. But when Vegas didn't get anything from me, he got bored. He just left a guard to watch me, which gave me the chance to escape today." I mixed some truth with my story.

 

"Is that so?"

 

"What do you mean by that, Kinn? Pete just got back and you're questioning him like you don't trust him." Tankhun, who had stopped crying, stepped between me and Kinn.

 

"Exactly, we were planning to rescue him, weren't we?" Porsche came to my defense.

 

"A rescue is one thing, but for him to escape on his own..."

 

"What are you implying? Pete is smart, that's why he escaped. Simple as that." Yes, sir, Tankhun.

 

"Don't forget, we still have other unresolved issues." What issues? I looked at Porsche. The expressions on the others' faces suggested that there were other matters that had been discussed while I was away.

 

Kinn got up and walked towards me, forcing both Tankhun and Porsche to step aside.

 

"Pete, before I ask you anything, and before you answer me, I want to give you the opportunity to update yourself on the current situation so you can think carefully before you respond."

 

"We still haven't found evidence to catch the mole who's been leaking information to Vegas and outsiders. The prime suspect is Big, and he's been locked up for a while now. You're also on the list of people who had access to that information. So now, you're telling me that you were missing for a month because Vegas captured you, tortured you, but didn't kill you, and you managed to escape without any injuries or marks. Is that correct?" Just hearing it, I knew it sounded incredibly unbelievable, but what else could I say?

 

"Yes."

 

"Since you're sticking with that answer, I have to do this. You understand, right, Pete?"

 

"Do what?" Porsche asked, looking utterly confused. I wanted to laugh and smack him on the head. How could he be Kinn's head bodyguard? I held out my wrists to Porsche, who still looked bewildered.

 

Or maybe I should just take the handcuffs from him and lock myself up. Damn, having dumb friends.

 

"Porsche, take Pete and lock him up."

 

"But..."

 

"That's an order!" Then Kinn walked back to his seat, looking as if he was frustrated with his own command. Yeah, I understood.

 

"I'm sorry, man. You just escaped, and I don't get it." Porsche cuffed me while grumbling.

 

"I'll find something to get the cuff off your left wrist." For a split second, I almost told him to leave it on, but then I realized that would look even more suspicious.

 

"Thanks." Then I followed Porsche to my new cell.

 

To be continued...

Chapter Text

Porsche's POV

 

I'm so frustrated with Kinn. Pete just got back and hasn't even had a chance to rest in his own room, and now he's being ordered to be locked up again. I should have just taken him back to his room, let him shower, and then brought him to see everyone. But no, I thought it would be better since everyone was tense and in the middle of a planning meeting.

 

Fuck this.

 

So annoyed.

 

I walked back to the meeting room, where the tense atmosphere was just as it was before, like when we were deciding when to call Pete's grandmother.

 

Tankhun looked ready to scratch Kinn's face for Pete's sake, while Kinn sat with his head in his hands.

 

"I've locked him up, as you ordered."

 

Tankhun turned to look at me before snapping back at Kinn.

 

"And if I say I suspect Porsche, should I order him to be locked up too? Just because you're the only one who trusts him, huh?" Wait, what does this have to do with me?

 

"Be reasonable, Tankhun. I didn't want to do this."

 

"If you don't want to, then let him out."

 

"Tankhun!!"

 

"Uh, Kinn, what did you want to show me?" It was Arm who interrupted at just the right moment.

 

"Find out how Pete got back here."

 

"Yes... uh, it's..."

 

"What is it? Replay it." I quickly walked over to take a look.

 

The footage showed the back of a car parked at the edge of the camera's view. If zoomed in, the license plate might be visible. The car stayed parked for a while before someone opened the door on the passenger side. It was Pete in a white shirt. He got out, shut the door without looking back, and walked straight into the main house.

 

At one point, the driver's side door opened slightly but then closed again as if the person inside changed their mind. The car remained parked until Pete disappeared inside the house, then it drove away.

 

"And now how do you expect me to interpret this?" Kinn asked his brother, whose face was now bewildered.

 

"Well, someone helped him escape and drove him here, that's all." Seriously? That's your excuse?

 

"Look closely, Tankhun. That's not a bodyguard's car."

 

"How would I know that?"

 

"So why would Pete lie to us?" When I asked, the whole room fell silent.

 

"That's why I had to lock him up. I've always trusted him until he came back."

 

"I don't care. I'm confident that my Pete would never betray me, never betray the main family, and never be a mole!"

 

"Then who brought him here, Macau?" I asked. If Vegas captured Pete, who else could it be? Gun? That's even more unlikely.

 

"Arm, turn up the sound in the cell." I turned to look at another screen following Kinn's order and saw Big talking to Pete.

 

"How did you do it?" Big's voice came through, though I didn't know what he had said before. Pete, who Big was talking to, just sat there as if he hadn't heard anything.

 

"Oh, did you really do what I suggested, Pete? Letting yourself be Vegas' toy, replacing Porsche?"

 

What the hell? I glanced at Kinn.

 

"Do I have to endure listening to your nonsense as a new form of torture? I get that you're lonely because you've always been alone, but you're annoying. I'm going to sleep." Pete responded and turned on his side to lie down on the floor, ignoring Big in the neighboring cell.

 

But Big seemed truly lonely because he continued talking.

 

"You're probably no different from Porsche, using shortcuts to please the boss. I can't compete with you in that. Tell me, when he had you, did he call your name or Porsche's? Porsche, Porsche, ahhh Porsche, like that?" Hearing my name made me shudder. Pete sat up as soon as Big started moaning my name.

 

"You seem obsessed with this. Do you have issues? Unrequited love? Kinn didn't choose you, and you babble on. Isn't it true you tried the same with Vegas? If so, you're pathetic. He's such a slut, and even he didn't want you!"

 

"You bastard, Pete!!!"

 

"Why? Keep talking. I'm already awake, so go on. Or can't you speak because I hit a nerve? You deserved more than just two slaps. If you're going to stay quiet, keep quiet forever so I can sleep, fuck."

 

My friend knocked Big out with his words.

 

"Great job, Pete. Just like my bodyguard should," Tankhun cheered.

 

"That's enough. I thought we'd get some useful information," Kinn ordered Arm to mute the sound.

 

"But I was listening!"

 

"If you want to listen, go ahead, but I'm moving Pete to another cell. Leaving them together, they'll kill each other before we get any evidence."

 

"Then I'll go too," Tankhun said, but Kinn cut him off quickly.

 

"No need. Go back to your room. You can visit him after I move him. Big won't see him, so he can't complain about favoritism."

 

Kinn and I had to go back to the cells to move Pete to another one, which wasn't much different.

 

"Just here to separate you two, not to release Pete," Kinn said before Big could protest.

 

"I'm curious. If you can't find any evidence, are you going to keep us locked up like this for months or years?" I looked at Big. Being locked up without seeing daylight for months would surely drive anyone crazy.

 

"Do you have any other options for me? While you're locked up here, no information leaks. What do you expect me to think? Since no one is confessing, should I just kill both of you? That would be easier. I can do it, you know." Pete and Big both listened silently without responding.

 

Then Kinn led Pete to another cell. On the way, I wondered if I should just let Pete go. But if I did that, would I be the third one locked up?

 

"Hang in there," I whispered to Pete. He smiled and mumbled, "Yeah, yeah."

 

"Pete," Kinn's voice made me step aside to let them talk. Maybe Kinn wanted to talk to Pete in private.

 

"...."

 

"I'll be straight with you. You disappointed me. You were the bodyguard I trusted the most. Everyone was planning to rescue you. I gave you a chance to tell me the truth, to tell Khun. You said you escaped? But everyone saw with their own eyes a car dropping you off here. How do you explain that?" Kinn's tone... I could sense his pain and sadness. He was wary of betrayal, trusting Pete completely.

 

But I believe Pete had a reason to lie. I don't believe he betrayed the main family.

 

Or am I just another fool?

 

Pete stood still, took a deep breath, and exhaled, his expression serious and void of his usual smile.

 

"I have to apologize to you, khun Kinn, and to Khun Noo for lying. The truth is, I didn't expect to return and be a suspect. Yes, I didn't escape from the secondary family's house." The more we listened, the more Kinn and I furrowed our brows.

 

"I can only say that while I was captured, many things happened that changed a lot of things. That's why I'm still alive today. But my loyalty and dedication to the main family have never wavered. I had to come back, and it had to be today because I knew everyone was planning to attack the minor family's house. I don't want anyone to get hurt."

 

"You talk as if you could come back anytime you wanted."

 

"No, I couldn't."

 

"But Vegas let you go and drove you back here? Am I right, Pete?"

 

"Yes."

 

"He took good care of you for the past month..."

 

"I consider what happened between Vegas and me a personal matter. As you said, khun Kinn, when Big was locked up, the same time I was captured, no information leaked. So, the mole must have contacted Vegas before that. Was I suspicious? Did I ever contact the minor family before this?"

 

I'm totally confused now. Pete and that bastard Vegas? And what personal matter? Could someone as cunning as Vegas have tricked my friend? Seeing Pete so resolute and serious, could he have fallen for Vegas's charms?

 

"Pete, you've been working this job for a long time. You know all about the minor family and Vegas. You also know there's no such thing as personal matters in this line of work."

 

"I understand. Or do you want to know every detail of what he did to me over the past month?"

 

For a moment, I felt Pete's usual submissiveness disappear, replaced by a tone and demeanor that were defiant.

 

"No need."

 

"But I can assure you, Kinn, that during my time there, Vegas didn't get any information about the main family from me. And if, in the end, you decide to kill me along with Big to eliminate the risk of betrayal, I understand and accept it."

 

I saw Kinn stare at Pete for a moment before sighing.

 

"Forget it. Take a rest. Khun Noo will probably come to see you soon." Kinn's voice softened, sounding resigned. He spoke and then walked out.

 

As for me, I now have to view Pete from a new perspective.

 

I still trust him. It's just that I feel like I've seen another side of him. I gave him a thumbs-up and mouthed, "Hang in there." He looked at my gesture and broke into the familiar smile that I know so well.

 

To be continued...