One For Three (COMPLETED)

Chapter 51 : violence and torture

Vegas

I am in the kitchen to take advantage of the servants making chocolate cakes. I am stuffing myself with it. Pete and Porsche are with me, having the same time.

There is nothing better than food to calm tensions. Porsche remains very attentive to Pete. He passed a hand over his body to hold him in his grip by the hips.

-We can do board games afterwards, can't we?

Porsche gropes Pete and bites his ear.

- mmh...P...Porsche...stop, I want to eat cake...

Pete tries to get away from Porsche's ravenous grip but Porsche sticks him. I sigh.

- Hey...Porsche, we'll play board games if you want, but you stop playing with Pete if he doesn't...

Porsche turns its head towards me.

- If I can't play with Pete then can I play with you again?

I glare at him.

- Tonight, we'll have sex if you want but please stop with your inappropriate behavior. You met Pete uncomfortable.

I take a chocolate pie and I'm delighted to see Porsche listening to me. Pete takes a deep breath and continues to eat his parts.

When we have enough in the belly, Porsche decides to lever up.

- Come on, let's go back to the apartment.

Pete gets up immediately.

- Yes Porsche.

He leaves his piece of cake and squeals when Porsche gives him a little spanking.

- ah...

We leave the kitchen fast enough, but not fast enough not to run into Dad in the hallway.

- Boss Korn!!

Porsche and Pete bow. Dad gives me a smile.

- Dad, how are you?

- Yes it's fine but Macau fought with Kim because of Chay. I'll go get it...

Porsche takes a serious head.

- What ? For what ?

- Macao has been friends with Chay for a few months and it does not suit Kim. Macao wanted to take Chay to the carnival and he got beat up by his damn cousin...

Porsche takes a deep breath.

- It's not serious I hope...?

- Not that I know... He has a few bruises and he's bled from the face, but he's not a victim of head trauma. He will have to rest for a few days so that he can recover from the shock. Kim was punished.

Dad smirks.

- Fine...so...if you don't mind, I'm going back to my apartment, I'm going to rest with Porsche and Pete too.

Dad looks serious.

- It's okay but... you'll have to get back to work sooner than expected, Vegas. I know the doctors told you not for two weeks but...

I interrupt Dad.

- It's fine with me, it doesn't matter. I was starting to get bored. With Porsche and Pete, we need to work together on the Tiger's Eye identity?

Strangely, Dad imagines himself when I ask this question. He looks at Porsche, then Pete, looking uneasy. I frown at this behavior.

- Are you okay dad?

- I...yes...yes...You...you can investigate with Porsche and Pete, there's no problem. I...I'll go too.

He caresses my face before heading out. This contact me sends shivers. He plays comedy, I know that. I'm not going to get attached to this detail, I know that he does this on purpose to continue to blur the doubts that people have on the fact that he beats me or not.