Words to live by --VegasPete

Chapter 1- Runaway

3rd person P.O.V (This will be the first and only chapter with a 3rd person point of view. After that it will be either Pete's of Vegas' P.O.V)

'God damn it! Porsche! Don't you dare leave me alone right now!' It was a Friday evening and the bar both Pete and Porsche worked at had not been this busy for a good while. Pete had been working his ass of making and serving drinks, when Porsche suddenly came rushing his way, saying he had to leave. Porsche's boyfriend, who Pete had only seen a few pictures of, required his company immediately. This meant Porsche had to leave right this instant, which made Pete quite annoyed. 'I'm really sorry Pete! But you know I cannot simply refuse his orders. I really have to go, but I promise I will make it up to you!'

With those words being said, Porsche ran away from Pete towards the staff entrance of the bar, where he grabbed his coat and left in a hurry. Pete sighed deeply. Now he had to deal with this shit all by himself. He turned his attention back to the bar and saw that a big line had formed in front of it. Pete quickly returned to bartending, hoping that the rest of the night will go smoothly.

Pete had known for a while now that something was not completely right with Porsche. Well, 'right' is not really the correct term. Porsche had been acting strange as of late. He was never at home anymore, except for when he visited his brother. And Pete often saw him carrying a gun, although he would never talk about this to Porsche. Pete had a good feeling that this had something to do with Porsche's new boyfriend, Kinn. Obviously Pete was not happy about this, but there was nothing he could do about it. As long as Porsche was happy and save, although Pete questioned the latter, he wouldn't say anything about it. His best friend was old and wise enough to make his own decisions and deal with the consequences later if needed.

Luckily for Pete, came the end of the evening sooner than Pete had anticipated. After he closed the front entrance of the bar, he grabbed a drink for himself while he leaned against one of the stools. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. He really really wished to be home right now, but he still had quite a lot of cleaning to do, considering he had to do everything alone tonight. Pete downed his drink in one go and grabbed all the cleaning supplies he needed and got to work.

Around an hour later it was almost four A.M and Pete was finally done. He was ready to go home, so he closed everything off, checked the bar one last time, and finally closed the door behind him. Pete only had to walk a short fifteen minutes before he would be home. He put in his earbuds and listened to some music to make the time go by faster. He also lit a cigarette, taking a deep breath in and slowly breathing out again. His stomach rumbled, considering Pete had not eaten anything today, apart from the apple he had this morning. Pete made a mental note to make some food when he got home. The walk back to his home was not pleasant, considering he had to walk by an abundance of alleyways, but it had to be done if he wanted to get home.

Pete had never been in any trouble because of it, but there has to be a first time for everything, right? Pete had been halfway on his trip home, when he heard a lot of commotion coming from one of the alleyways. He took the earbuds out of his ears to be able to hear clearer and put them in his bag. Pete peeked into the alleyway and what he saw shook him to his core. A little further away he saw a man kneeling on the ground with his hand tied behind his back. A gun pointed at his head. Around him were five men, of which one was holding the gun while another was standing beside him. The other three men were a little further away, also holding guns in their hands. Pete heard a little commotion and then a very loud sound. The kneeling man's head flung backwards and before he could stop it, Pete let out a shocked noise. The man had just been shot, right in front of his eyes. He could only stare at it.

Pete pulled himself out of his trance when he heard talking again. One of the three men with the guns, which Pete could only assume are bodyguards by the way they were dressed, had started walking towards him. Pete didn't waste a second and darted away, running as fast as he could. Not even a second later he could hear fast footsteps behind him, indicating that the person had started following him. Shit!