Fatherhood | Vegas Theerapanyakul

Chapter 10

— VEGAS.

"Vegas, what the fuck did you do— uh... hey?" Pete stilled seeing my expression. I wore the same look as I did even before I met them, tensed, hard, and furious.

I pointed at one seat, "Sit."

He didn't say anything, just following every word I say. A few minutes later, a young Venice walked in and felt the heat amidst the atmosphere.

He tried to smile but I frowned at him. "I'm... home." He whispered.

"Sit down." I commanded.

We were gathered in the living room, I sent all the maids and guards outside, far from the main house. I went to close the door, the heels of my shoes creating a thump with every contact with the floor.

I took a breath looking at the two of them.

"What happened?" I asked in a monotone.

Pete grunted and proceeded to stand up, but stopped midway when I slammed the coffee table. His gaze fought mine, but surrendered when he realized I wasn't joking anymore. I wanted to back down when fear was evident from his eyes. Fuck it, just get this over with and make it up to the both of them. I raised my brow, waiting for an answer.

"It's a simple argument, Vegas. Don't worry." Pete tried to make the tension lighter.

I didn't budge.

"It's nothing." Venice backed it up.

I sighed, "You two," I loosened my tie, "would dare lie to the person housing the two of you?" I said in a calm yet sharp tone.

Pete scoffed, "What did you say?" He stood up and faced me with a frown, what I said must've not sat right with him. "We agreed on this, Vegas. Don't you try to—"

"DON'T," I raised my voice, as much as I didn't want to do this in Venice's presence, I didn't have much choice, "you use that tone on me." I pointed at Pete.

The most important person in my life, flinched under my voice. He blinked once and pressed his lips together, wanting to apologize, realizing they certainly got under my skin this time. He wanted to reach out to my hand to calm me down but I brushed his hand away. Fuck you, Vegas. If Pete cries, I'm killing you myself. I mentally argued with myself.

No one spoke after that. Venice was just looking down, I wanted to hit myself several times for scaring my family, but they deserved this. They weren't willing to talk it out themselves, so I had to do this.

"So you're not gonna answer my question?" I asked with the same sharp tone.

"Baby–"

I cut him off, "You," I emphasized, "will address me as your young master." I ordered.

He looked at me with disbelief, "Alright, Khun Vegas." He sarcastically noted. "This is getting out of hand. You do not pull ranks in families!"

I laughed, "Are you on something? Or does being out of the field for a long time made you crazier than before? The family you serve pulls rank for a living." I spat.

"Serve... Fuck, that's it." Pete sounded like he's just had enough. "So that's all I am to you? I serve your beloved family, is that what you mean?!" He yelled. "You badly want to know why Venice and I aren't talking? FINE!" He yelled. "I was trying to tell him to stop his game of calling you 'phi' instead of 'Pa' but he just wouldn't." He explained angrily. My eyes met Venice's sad ones. "Are you happy now?! You would do this to your family who only wants the best for it? Oh, right, wait. Forgive us, young master. Please, don't throw us out on the street, we appreciate you so much for housing us in the past 7 fucking years." He finished.