Me After You (Completed)

Chapter 4: We Are All In This Together as Family

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THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS +18 PARTS!

VEGAS:

It was night already. The clock had just struck two in the morning, and I was sitting naked on the couch. It was dark all around, but my eyes were focused on the monotonously rising and falling chest of my lover, who had been sleeping soundly for several hours now. I could only see the shadow moving on the bed, but that was enough for me. I don't know when I grabbed the lighter and started to play with it, I turned it on and off, and the silence was interrupted by a specific sound it makes.

I could not sleep. I was still thinking about the phone I received. Previously, no one spoke on the other side, but this time I heard a voice, although it was probably computer-altered. A shudder of anxiety ran down my spine again, and for the hundredth time that night, I ran in my mind through all the people I thought might have had something to do with it. The best chances here were from the Yakuza or the Italians, but I had no particular clue whatsoever. Maybe it would be easier for me to find this person if I hadn't made so many enemies over the years.

Now, unfortunately, I wandered like a child in the fog, and my anxiety grew. Plus, I haven't told Pete everything yet, but I didn't know how to start. I narrowed my eyes and the figure on the bed moved slightly.

- Vegas?

- I'm here, honey - Pete's eyes turned to me.

He rubbed his face, looked at the clock and then at me.

- Why are you awake, you idiot? - He got up while saying it, and walked lazily to me.

I closed the lighter and let him sit on my lap. He settled down comfortably, the fabric of his boxer shorts tickling my bare hips. Pete rested his head on my shoulder and snuggled closer.

- Vegas - he began, and I felt his warm breath against my neck. - What's happening?

I knew that my reaction to the call I've received this evening worried him. When he asked who was it, I replied that I did not know and he did not pursue the topic anymore. This time, however, I felt the determination in his question. I had to tell him, though I was afraid of what he would do.

- For the past few days - I took a deep breath - I'm receiving some weird dead calls.

Then I told him everything. How at different times, completely unrelated to each other, I get a calls from a foreign number, and then I hear crackling and strange laughter in the receiver. How the number is not traceable. How the person on the other side never says anything, but always makes that damn cackle, and how the first time they spoke happened just yesterday.

- Pete or Macau? - he repeated after me, then lifted his head, took my face in his hands and came closer until we touched our noses. - I want to beat you, how could you hide it from me?!

He wasn't angry, there was more nervousness in his voice than anger.

- Sorry - I brushed his lips, knowing he was right. - I really thought it was nothing, and then this stupid question came up and I can't get it out of my head right now.