Island Blues and Greens- VegasPete

CHAP 35

Pete's POV:

I'm not really sure how I ended up here.  I'm back in the Minor Family mansion, welcomed this time and with my grandma too!

Grandma, who is bundled up in a blanket with a cup of warm chocolate milk in this room where she requested the air conditioner be tuned off. What a sight. I only sigh because I can't help but think this is a dream.

I'm not exactly sure what happened. Why did Phi Chan attack Vegas? Did I make the right decision? Who was responsible for that backup car that rescued us? They were bodyguard trainees from the Main Family so how come?

"Grandma, do you need anything else?" Vegas' question snaps me out of my thoughts. I should take care of grandma. She's traumatized.

This is why I didn't want her to meet Vegas, or anyone related to my work. I've tried so hard for such a long time to protect her from this but still, here we
are.

I sat down next to her and I can't even bring myself to say anything.

I'm sorry, Grandma. I'm sorry this is the life I chose to live.

I wonder if I should start with that. As if sorry means anything if you won't change. And I know I won't. I can't. Not when I've clearly chosen sides. When I've chosen Vegas.

Fucking hell! I chose Vegas. Seriously? The one I told myself I would never come to like. The most evil one among all the cousins, the one chosen to be the leader of one of the biggest underground corporations in the world. Oh no. I keep burying myself deeper and deeper. Fuck!

I abruptly sit on the bed next to grandma, making the bed sink unevenly.

"Pete, are you okay?" It was Vegas.

No, you asshole! What came over me? Why did I go with Vegas? But then, when I look at him and see his eyes, even when I question it, I cannot find it in me to regret. I'd do the same thing again if someone turned back the clock. It's just that---

"I need a moment, Vegas" Everything I ever said against him in the past, even the ones I only said in my brain...I can't believe I'm being toyed with by the universe.

But then, if I didn't, what if grandma got shot? Would they have shot grandma? I look at grandma who is looking back at me as if she's judging me. Alright. I deserve it, I guess. Vegas touches her hand. I'm afraid she'd pull away but she doesn't. She just stares at their hands and sigh. It would not be easy to explain, I know but at least. At least grandma is reacting better than I thought she would. She stopped shaking and put the mug on the nightstand.

"Grandma" Vegas attempts to start a conversation

"Are you alright?" Grandma touches his cheek and asks him. He stills in shock for a second before nodding gently. Maybe he didn't expect grandma to react that positively. To be fair, all grandma saw was Vegas defending her and me. She didn't see Vegas as the aggressor so maybe it would be easier for her to accept and the side of Vegas that I knew back then, even though I've come to accept it, I still hope grandma doesn't get to find out.

"I'm---al-alright, grandma" Vegas responds gently the way he always had done consistently with grandma.

Grandma sighs.

"Okay, it's not like I was born yesterday. And I would not be able to forget what I witnessed but I won't ask either." She says seriously and she does not know how much of a relief that is to me. She doesn't know how worried I am or how scared that when she finds out what her grandson did for a living and what kind of people I associated with, she wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore. She's the only family I have and if...if she decides she hates me or doesn't love me anymore, what would I do? Grandma's the only family I have.