Little secrets || VegasPete

CHAPTER 12

Pete couldn't think straight, he was mad at Vegas and didn't understand why he would do such a thing as drugging him and cuff him.

Vegas has been careful to make sure he cuffed Pete's healthy arm but that didn't make it any better.

The drug which made him lose consciousness for a while was still clouding his mind even now he was awake.

He was sure Vegas expected him to pass out for longer but drugs didn't have full effects on Pete, he developed some kind of tolerance and his system was used to many of them, it was part of his inhuman training.

It revealed itself useful though, for once he was happy he had been forced into that shit.

He looked around trying to find a way to open those bounds but he couldn't reach anything at all.

And even if he could reach anything, his free arm was of little use, trying to put any strength on it would cause an excessive amount of pain and not all the movements were manageable.

"Damn it!" He cursed at the situation and Vegas. He knew he would make sure Vegas regretted this.

He couldn't do anything but dislocate his carpometacarpal joints. He knew how to do it and he didn't hesitate anymore, he took all the strength he could from his free hand and shifted the bone to escape, he managed to break it without putting that much strength but focusing on twisting it the right way.

He was in an excruciating pain, it was so painful that he almost felt nothing but cold. Yet he took all the strength left and went to find what Vegas was up to.

He carefully approached the door expecting tight security but there were barely two people. He eluded them quite easily and managed to leave the minor family mansion quicker than he ever thought possible.

"Where's everyone?" He asked himself and immediately after he realised what Vegas was trying to do.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you"

He didn't even have the time to curse more because he saw familiar figures enter the mansion. He heard a few shots and couldn't hold himself from looking at what happened.

Those were definitely Khun Korn's designated assassins, he had the pleasure, if so we want to say, of working with them in a couple of missions.

What were they even looking for there? He was sure Korn knew about the attack by now, so what were they looking for?

He followed them with his gaze and saw where they were directed, Vegas' rooms. They were either looking for Vegas, unlikely as they probably knew where he was, or himself.

Pete was glad he escaped in time, he knew he wouldn't have managed to fight in those conditions he was in, especially not cuffed and without any weapon.

That's also why he had to sneak in, being very careful this time, and take Vegas' money from one of the closest rooms to then call a cab.

He was glad he found a gun quite immediately and some ammo hidden in there, he took those with him together with the money.

"I'll pay you triple if you take me to this address in half of the time" Pete proposed and the driver didn't let that opportunity escape.

Pete considered driving one of Vegas' bikes but he wasn't in the condition to ride and then fight too. He did not have that much strength left.

He was ready to do everything possible to save the highest number of people there.

"I'm not going to forgive you bastard..." he mumbled to himself and the driver caught it but didn't ask anything, being too focused on the road ahead.