VegasPete : The Way You Taste

28 - Crave for me [NC 18+]

Vegas' POV

The sound of shattering glass annoyed me. That means I couldn't hit the damn target.

Within seconds we were rolling on the bedroom floor. Pete was squeezing my wrist so that I would release my gun, while I held the wrist of his other hand tightly to keep him from grabbing me.

"Khun Vegas, Khun Vegas! Are you alright?" Nop stormed into the room, yelling my name, pointing his gun from side to side.

"Pete! MyPete! Give back my bodyguard, you idiots!" I hear Tankhun's annoying voice. Porsche, Kinn and Tankhun enter the room right after.

"OMG, why are they fighting and not kissing?!" Tankhun keeps yelling.

"Fuck, Pete! Let go of my hand!" I try to drop my wrist to no avail.

"Damn it Vegas! Drop the gun! You can't kill him."

"Can't I? Why? Huh? Are you going to miss him?" My anger was taking over me.

"..." Pete didn't respond, but I felt his fingers release my wrist. I was surprised. Did I get it right, wanting to be wrong?

" That's it? You two..."

There's something strange in his gaze...guilt maybe? Pete narrows his gaze at me and I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my stomach as Pete elbowed me with the arm that had been holding my wrist. With all his strength.

Unconsciously I dropped the gun, gasping for air. Pete reached for my second gun that was inside the holster.

"I told you to drop it.". Pete gets up, panting.

Two bodyguards entered the room supporting Yim, who was clutching his stomach where I had hit him. Now we're even because I also grip mine, where Pete hit me.

Pete empties the bullet clip and throws the guns back at me. Then he holds out his hand to help me up.

I'm reluctant to take his hand...all these days of despair and apprehension...It was not how I visualized it... I thought that I would rescue the love of my life from a sick bastard and that we would get out of here together. Pete would be totally grateful and admired for my restless effort and love demonstration.

I feel wronged.

I feel betrayed.

I feel like a complete idiot.

"Don't be stubborn...Will you stay on the floor?!" Pete gets tired of waiting for my response and takes my arm to get me up.

I push his hands away from me, causing Pete to lose his balance unintentionally, who falls back into bed.

"Are you ok, Pete ?" Khun Sanya approaches Pete to help him.

"I told you to take your hands off him." I yell at him furiously.

"Brother! I'll call the bodyguards" Yim says distressed.

"Calm down you two. I'm just helping Pete to get up. He is still recovering from infection. Don't you want Pete to go with you, Nong Vegas?" He speaks calmly to me. Is he being nice or ironic? Why can't I read this man's true intentions?! My blood bubbles. It makes me frustrated.

"Stop calling me Nong."

"Stop behaving like one."

"Enough." Pete says firmly. "Thank you, Sanya. I can get up by myself." Pete doesn't use the honorific when talking to him. It annoys me deeply.

"Sure." Khun Sanya nodds to him and takes a few steps back.

Then Pete looks back at me, getting up from the bed.