"Wash the car" Vegas bark out an order before carrying Pete inside
Ben bow in acknowledgment, he is quite surprised that Pete still survives the tyrant's grip.
Vegas carry Pete to their room, upon arriving he places Pete down on the bed as gently as possible, not wanting to wake the sleeping person. He then takes Pete's clothes off, wipes his body, and takes a shower.
He then climbs onto the bed, tucks Pete in properly, and keeps staring at him this whole time, his eyes display a feeling of longing for this person, craving for him as if he craves the drug, a dangerous addiction, once he gets it he couldn't let him go.
"This time I won't let you go like last time again" he whispers
Flashback
Italy, 2 years ago
The night is optimistic with light rain, the sound of splashing could be heard, and a group of men wearing a black masks, looking suspicious yet chasing after another person openly as if he is their goal.Guns and knives were at the scene, and their objective tonight is to kill this man, in front of them is the living tyrant king that dominates the mafia world, Vegas Wvylla. If it was in his domain no one would dare to poke their head and chase after him but right now he is in Italy.
This is the perfect opportunity to attempt the assassination. Even though it is risky many will willing to take this risk.
Vegas got separated from his subordinate because he was also chasing after a certain person whom he saw after leaving the events and didn't expect to meet this hound of rats. He was both furious and exhausted from all the running and now to time to vent it.
He came to a stop at a damp valley and turn to face the group, his face ashen and his eyes piercing.
"Do you know you just interrupt my fucking business?" Vegas' tone was soft yet cold which send a chill down the group of men in black
"You useless trash!" he spat the next sentence and launch a sudden attack on those people
He was in a 1 vs 5 but his opponent couldn't gain an advantage, after all, he is undergo ways worst than this. They can't use their gun either or they will trigger the alarm.
Vegas received a kick in his lower abdomen which made him stagger back a few steps but instead of feeling the pain he smirked at the sensation. His hand threw a menacing punch toward that person without a trace of mercy.
"Is that all you got? Did your coward boss teach you this much?" Vegas said with a mocking tone
One of them scoff "Your end will be tonight" he then took out his knife the launch toward Vegas but he dodge it in a swift moment and grab the tips of it with his hands.
The fighting went on for a while, Vegas is perfectly skilled but he is outnumbered as he was about to fight his way out, a roaring engine came to a stop at the valley. A slender figure in all black leather opens his helmet and stares at the scene with deep blue obsidian eyes.
Vegas met those eyes and his body turn cold, his eyes twitched in response and his action came to a stop. This was the person he had chased intentionally but lose trace of when he run into this bunch of bastards.
The slender figure got down from his black cruiser, he walked deliberately toward the group as he throw a few mocking words "5 and 1? Is this supposed to be a comedy action movie?"
"Oyy!" one of them shouts "It's none of your business so you better don't poke your nose in. Leave already"
"What if I don't?" he questions the group of men without a hint of fear only aloofness
He came to stop in front of them, his eyes scanning those men mockingly as if provoking them and they get provoked. One of them grabs Pete by the collar "A small guy like you can't bea-"
The one who got grabbed throw a fierce punch which made the one who grab face turn sideway as blood trickle from his mouth
"What about a small guy like me, hmm?" he asks tone conduct
Without waiting for them to answer he starts to beat them down, Vegas also join. Shortly those men lay sprawled on the ground with bruised covering on their faces and body. Some of them even cough blood and passed out.
The figure in the helmet seems to be amused by his action. Vegas was staring intensely at that figure soon he met up close with that pair of deep blue obsidian eyes. Something stirred in Vegas, he couldn't figure out what it is, it just his presence made his once icy heart warm strangely.
"What are you looking at? Are you asking for a beating?" the sweet obstinance voice which is pleasant to one ear
Vegas smirked as he thought 'I fucking want you to be mine'
He couldn't see his face but those eyes had already been tattooed to his memory and lived there rent-free. After not hearing any answer the figure left, Vegas watch his figure and that night he know the meaning of first love.
That slender delicate body and those deep blue obsidian eyes that Vegas fell for and still falling was none other than Pete. They had already met once in Italy but Pete seem not to remember.
End of FlashbackVegas' eyes seem to be darkened "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, as long as you are here it's more than enough"
Right now when the person whom he had yearned for, for years had been tightly in his embrace he can't make himself let go, the monster within him wanted to cage this person entirely so that Pete could only be his.
He never once thought he would ever fall in love but when he does he give his wholly to that person. Pete is his love, his weakness, and his salvation. He is willing to kill and die just for Pete.(🥹)
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hello all readers. I apologize for not being able to update, recently lots are coming up and I didn't have enough time. So I will put this story on hiatus until the end of this month since my final exam also coming up. Please wait patiently.🫶🏻🙏🏻
Sorry 🙏🏻for keeping you all waiting and thank you for all your support.
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Become a tyrant fiancé
Fanfiction"It doesn't matter if he is an angel it's more than enough as long as he rules beside me in HELL." Vegas 'One night after I turn 18 and become a tyrant fiancé.' Pete