And I Will Consume You

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"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

Kinn didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. Not only were he and his father being antagonized by this asshole, but he had Pete as a trophy with him on full display. What an asshole. What a psycho. Porsche didn't even like it, and he wasn't anywhere near involved with this kind of business. He liked to keep himself out of the messy stuff, even as Kinns wife, he didn't need to get his hands dirty where it wasn't necessary. "What are you suggesting we do?" Korn asked, much to the displeasure of Kinn, who just wanted this all to be over and done with already. In his mind, Pete had betrayed them. And a traitor had no place standing by the conference table and listen to them discuss whatever they needed to. Not anymore. Who knows what he'd told Vegas at this point. He'd gone there willingly- Vegas hadn't tortured him or anything. He may have hurt him, but it was clearly not enough to keep Pete from crawling right back to his feet.

"I'm not asking you to do anything. If you want to, you will, if you don't, you wont. Like I said, I'm only here to ask you one question. Was it or was it not one of your men? If it was and it was under your order... Well, lets just say you can forget about paying off my fathers debt with anything but your own head. If it wasn't to your knowledge and it was on their own. I'll deal with them myself and I won't ask questions. If it wasnt either, I'll be focusing my investigations on the other clans now after my hyde. So. Which is it?" Vegas asked, being a lot more blunt than he would have ever been if his father had still been around. The relationship between the Major and Minor family had been long destroyed, even before the death of Vegas' father, but now that there was no more need to formality as they'd been virtually split in half entirely, Vegas was being generous enough to give them the option to decide. Make amends, fix the relationship between the two families, and rebuild trust the way it was always meant to be, or...? Well, Let's just say there would be one hell of another rival in the game if they didn't. The minor family knew the ins and outs of the Major family. The major family on the other hand? They might have thought they had the upper hand for a while, or even now, but they didn't know nearly as much as they thought they did. Half of what he and Kun had told them had been a lie. Their relationships with the other clans had been at it's strongest point whenever Korn was suspicious of them, and whenever there was a falling out between the main family and another clan, the minor family always miraculously ended up stealing the win. There was nothing that could prevent a war from tearing half of Thailand apart if they were to split, and Korn was not oblivious to this. Neither was Kinn.

"I didn't order any of my men to do anything related to the minor family. None of them have done anything to my knowledge and I don't believe they have any reason to." Korn spoke confidently, but when Vegas turned to Kinn, the air grew tense once again. "Neither did I." Kinn growled, pissed off at his whole situation. "We've been too busy with a trade deal to think about anything else." Vegas hummed nodding. "Well then, that's settled. I'll be having a little discussion with Shinoda about this. It was great to have a chat with you again, Uncle. Always nice to see you in good health." Vegas said, standing up, and sliding a USB drive towards Kinn. "For your troubles." He smirked, nodding politely before wrapping his arm around Pete's waist and guiding him back out of the room. Pete, of course, had been tense the entire time, not to mention the fact that his jaw had hit the floor when he heard about the embezzelment. No wonder why Vegas had been stressed recently. And this right before the Casino consession too. Those six million baht could have easily been used to wager or even just to bribe the judges into investing in him. Why hadn't Vegas told him anything? Was he untrustworthy? Or was it just because it was irrelivant? Or maybe it was because Pete didn't know enough about this kind of stuff to provide helpful insight- or really any at all.

The second the doors to the car closed and they were isolated again, with the exeption of the driver who was sat behind the sound-proof and blacked out glass screen that had remained up from their ride to the house, Pete began complaining. "Why didn't you tell me about any of this? Six million? When did this happen? Was it all at once or was it in small incaments? Why would the Yakuzas want to do that? Are they your competitors in the casino deal or is it just coincidence? or maybe it was targeted now because they knew about the deal?" Pete rambled on, so much so he was giving himself earache. "Pete, calm down. I'll deal with it, don't worry. I don't want you being stressed in business you aren't even involved in" Vegas smiled, happy to see Pete invested in what was happening, but worried all the same. Knowing Pete, the boy could probably stress over something so much it'd make him sick, and that was the last thing he needed nor wanted. "How? What are you going to do when you catch the guy who does it?" Pete asked softly, leaning against the glass of the window and staring out at the world passing by. They weren't driving that fast, but it felt like they were similtaniously going a million miles an hour and at a snails pace.

"I already have a plan for that, but don't concern yourself with my silly work. If you really are bored though, I wouldn't mind hiring you as my bodyguard" Pete almost immidiately perked up hearing that. He would be keeping busy and he'd get out of the house more often. It would also help him stay in shape and, most importantly, he would get to know more about what Vegas was actually doing for work instead of scroundging for crumbs of details in conversation. "You were one of Kinn's best bodyguards, weren't you?" Vegas asked, noticing the sparkle of excitement in Petes eyes. This probably wasn't a good idea, but it was the only way Vegas could think of to keep Pete close at all times. It wasn't that he didn't trust Pete, it was that he couldn't help worrying. They were both constantly worried for eachother, and while that might be cute or valid in this field of work, it was starting to drive them crazy. You can only fear so much until you go insane. "Would you really let me be your bodyguard?" Pete asked, the shimmer in his eye still sparkling like the night sky. "Yes. But only when It's not going to be a bloodbath for certain. I don't want you getting hurt. Just because you'll be my bodyguard doesn't mean that youre safety isn't my priority" Vegas insisted, making Pete visibly roll his eyes.

"Yes sir" He mocked, but Vegas had reacted much differently to being called that. "Whats that?" He asked, waiting patiently for Pete to correct himself. Hearing Pete call him sir was one thing, and he loved it, but if the boy was willing to call him anything but his name, it better be the real thing. "Yes daddy" Vegas' eye twitched, again, excited by the title, but it wasn't right just yet. That, and Pete's voice still sounded far too cocky. He was practically begging to be put back into his place. Vegas purred out a small growl, just loud enough for Pete to hear and once again correct himself, leaning in and bringing his lips to his lovers ear.

"Yes master"