Cruel Intentions - Vegas/ Pete Fan Fiction

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Hello Everyone this chapter may be a little boring... introduction of new characters plot development ect so I apologize, but you know every great story needs one boring chapter for it be great. Thank you for reading 

Pete

I sat at the coffee diner with Porsche, Arm and Pol updating them on my move to Vegas house. Thinking I was by far the luckiest man on earth for having the best friends ever. I couldn't help but feel joy to even admit I loved them deeply and truly cherished them. 

"Oiii, Pete!" Porsche yelled, "how was last night, huh, was it a rough one." He snickered slapping my arm.

"Porsche, I am warning you" I scorned and laughed blushing at the same time. 

"Damn, I never would have thought that you and Vegas man. I mean really, Vegas." He questioned rubbing his temple, "The dude just rubs me the wrong way." 

I nodded knowing all to well what Porsche was talking about. I still didn't even know how to answer that. All I know is that I made a choice to protect Vegas and that of his brother Macau and that was all there was to it. I sighed in wonder, there was no point denying what I felt. It was too late to give up on those feelings no matter how hard I tried. 

"Pete. What's on your wrist?" asked Arm grabbing my forearm for a better view

"Nothing" I replied as flashback of yesterdays play rushed to me resulting in me blushing even more than before. I had to be honest with myself, yesterday was mind-blowing. I had so much fun with Vegas that I didn't care about the pain. Vegas laughed, smiled and even giggled at times so naturally that I wanted to keep pleasing him just to see him happy. It didn't help that going to the toilet or even casually sitting at a dinning table was going to be a pain but hey it was worth it. Vegas had been upset with himself the next day when he noticed the whip marks on my ass cheeks as they were more visible than those on my back. Vegas lectured me about the importance of telling him if he ever was being too rough with me while massaging ointment for pain and handing me pain medication to take. Thing was, what was too rough? Everything Vegas did to me I loved and enjoyed, even the times when he came home upset and took me hard without  preparation. I didn't care so long as I was with him and he was happy and chose me. 

"Pete, is he hurting you. I am going to kill him." Pol said standing up distracting me from my train of thoughts only for him to sit roughly by Porsche. 

"I am fine guys. Seriously, Vegas and I just got carried away a bit yesterday." I smiled brightly at them raising my eyebrows in mockery. Porsche nodded smiling as well, he knew what was up. 

"Damn, Pete. I don't trust Vegas." Arm said crossing his arms, "We can't forget what he did, I am not okay with it." 

"I know my friend and that's why I love you, But I am truly fine. I promise you." I assured them, "now come on, our food is getting cold." 

My phone rang with Macaus calls alarming me because generally he calls would be during night time hours due to time differences from his university in the states. 

"Pete" said Macau in a soft tone, "I need help."

I stood up form the diner table and walked outside my heart racing almost immediately

"what's wrong?" I asked trying to sound as calm as possible, "Are you hurt?"

"Not me Pete, Rene is" He said softly again, I was able to listen to the beeping sounds of a hospital machine through the line.

"Who is Rene?" I asked but Macaus line was cut. I didn't bother to turn towards my friend because they were already next to me and Porsche had already turned on the car. I urged him to get to the company as fast as he could.