And I Will Consume You

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Until the very crack of dawn, when the morning dew shone through the sheer curtains and illuminated the couples bodies, coated in beadof sweat, did Vegas continue. It wasnt 'til Pete's last weak, croaky moan pushed pas this dry, swollen lips did Vegas finally stop. And it just so happened that after Pete fell right asleep, Vegas slipped out from between the messy sheets, unlocking the door to their playroom, standing in front of the full length mirror he had many plans for. His eyes were focused on the reflection of a coat-rack stood a little further behind him, holding a plethora of toys, all cotainting some kind of leather element that let them hang effortlessly from the handles. Vegas was no longer worried about himself or Pete. He wasn't worried about their relationship, nor did he worry anything would change any time soon. What he was Afraid of- no. He wasn't afraid of it. It was inevitable. What absolutely enraged him, was the thought of anyone getting in the way. Vegas k ew everybody wanted someone like Pete, the perfect person, and the perfect lover, but that wasn't his problem. And if Vegas was going to be honest with himself, he knew things wouldn't eventually get a little brutal. He had enough in his plate already concerning the recent embezzlement he'd been pretending bit to notice in order to catch the idiot that dared try and steal his money, he didn't have to time to deal with dragging another one through every layer of hell and back for touching his boyfriend. Sucking on the inside of his cheek, Vegas was lost un thought for a minute or two before snapping out if his trance and getting dressed before shuffling his way downstairs to the basement. The smell of blood and rust was intense, but also somewhat inviting as Vegas knew exactly what would happen every time he went down there. Luckily for the poor souls who dared mess with him or his family, Vegas found himself aline this time, dragging his fingers across the sturdy grips of the large assortment of weapons he had both hanging in display and set out in a table ready to be used. He had the bad habit of forgetting to clean up beyond the blood and the bodies, but it made the cellar feel more... Lived in, per say. It also instilled a good amount of fear into the miserable bastards that found themselves down here with him. Vegas sat down in the metal chair he often found himself in when he took a break or caught his breath after enjoying himself in which ever way he pleased. It was a miracle what love could do to someone even as sick as Vegas. Everyday for the last twenty years he had wanted to die. There wasn't a second in all those years where he thought he'd ever please his father, and he was right. He'd wanted to die so sincerely, but was too stubborn and prideful to do it himself, do he didn't. When he met Pete. The real Pete, that is, it all changed. He'd realized that it wasn't his fault. Nothing tragic in his life so far had been. It was the world's fault for having been so cruel to him that he turned out like this. Yet he still found someone for himself.

"Khun Vegas, Khrab!" Vegas rolled his eyes with a soft groan, a menacing stare turning back to look at the owner of the voice. A bodyguard was stood in the doorway, panting as if he'd just ran a marathon. "There was another embezzlement- much larger than the last few times... Five million baht khrub." Vegas' already sharp glare turned ice cold, his frien cementing into his face and the fierce look in his eye ready to kill. Five million was no small number, even for the minor family. Someone had stolen five million baht from him, six and a half million in total now. Surely they knew what they were getting themselves into. "Find them. I don't care what you have to do, find them. Find them and bring them here. Call me when you've got them, otherwise, do not disturb me again" Vegas growled, standing up from the metal fold out chair and kicking it aside, shoving past the man paying no mind to his existence from there on. He'd have let five thousand baht slide, even a million. But six and a half million? That pushed him over the edge. Vegas was angry. Very angry. And it was definitely not going to be pretty for whoever had done that. Pacing back and forth in his office for a while, Vegas felt that anger fester into pure rage, shoving the expensive decor off of the top of the dresser stood against the back wall of his office, kicking into it a few times with a frustrated shout. He'd already been pushed over the edge, but what he couldn't stand was watching the boulder fall on top of his corpse. The bank app security notification. Another frustrated shout tumbled like the bass of Thunder and he threw the phone as hard as he could onto the wooden floor below- almost more upset to see that it didn't shatter on impact.

He'd waited long enough for this bastard to be caught. He'd signed a hundred papers getting the bank receipts and archived transfers printed out and hiring people specifically to look for whoever was behind all of this. This rat was particularly good at hiding, and even better at avoiding the traps they'd set. It was likely someone on the inside, or at least someone familiar with the way these businesses were run, and they were probably either very good at hacking, or just had one hell of a powerful IP spoofer. Vegas had even briefly considered contacting the police, but the idea was in and out if his head in a matter of seconds. People like him weren't fond of the dirty little grease pigs policemen were. Half of them were corrupt and the other half were racist or had some kind of bias string enough to influence their behavior towards people. God knows Vegas would rather watch a cop fuck his dad's corpse back to life than to pay off or just ask for help from them. He'd rather be spit on and curb stomped than that.

Sitting down in his desk chair, Vegas swiveled back and forth a bit, tapping his finger in the leather upholstery as he contemplated telling Pete about this whole mess or not. No, it was probably better not to get him involved in this stuff. Pete was already suspicious of his current work load, he didn't need anymore stress right now. It wasn't like Vegas couldn't handle it on his own anyway. Maybe he could get some advice from lovely uncle Korn or his beloved cousin on the matter. He was certain Pete wanted to go see Tankhun, Arm, Pol, and Porsche anyway, so it was about time he payed his family a visit. The only question was how to approach them. They hadn't spoken a word since the incident with his father. They had business to discuss beyond the embezzlement issue anyway, so this meeting was inevitable. Tying up loose ends was tedious, but it was important. Maybe that's the next thing he could do with Pete, though he'd better not bring Venice along. He didn't trust the main family enough to tell them about that whole situation- that was a topic for another day.