"Who said anything about stopping? When it's just the first round." Vegas
"N-no, f-fucking put me down" Pete yells beside Vegas' ears while Vegas is heading toward their bathroom.
"Ahh!" Pete's scream echoes throughout the mansion.
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The night passes by, and the next morning is like a new life for Pete as if he was reborn. No more chain, seduction, and mostly no more... punishment, he is free.
Vegas took care of Pete for an entire day, he complain that Vegas was being too rough on him and that he couldn't walk much less do anything by himself.
So the almighty Vegas, the owner of Wvylla Enterprise, the tyrant of the underworld whose name alone struck fear to all is now running around doing errands per order of the young master, Pete Archellin.
Pete is all smiley and watching the drama show on the TV. Just then, a car brake can be heard, and soon enough the footstep echoes.
"Your ice cream" Vegas hands Pete and plops down beside him.
Pete looks at the ice cream box, and a smirk forms on his lips, "It's cold"
"Is it supposed to be hot?" Vegas asks with sarcasm.
"I suddenly carve Tteok-bokki" Pete pouts.
"We can order" Vegas
"No, it will be cold once it gets here" Pete
"Lucas will go" Vegas
"It is not the same, I want to eat the one you buy," Pete said in a sickly sweet tone.
"Pete Archelin!" Vegas
Pete is taking revenge, but what can Vegas do? He loves him and he is willing.
Pete blink cutely as he stares at Vegas, as if pleading. And Who knows? To Plead or to Manipulate.
"Pleaseeee, Daddy?" Pete
"Fuck!" Vegas cusses, that title always gets him every time.
"Lucas" Vegas calls,
"Shall I drive you-?" Lucas
"No need" Vegas
Lucas quick into action he hands the car key toward his boss, while trying to suppress his laughter.
He looks down toward Pete, "Angel, you will be the dead of me."
With that, he leaves the front door, starts the car, and drives for Tteok-bokoki (Spicy Korean rice cakes) or whatever it called
When the sound of the engine drifts far, Pete bursts out laughing so do the others.
"The young master is truly a saint sent by the devil." one bodyguard starts.
"This is the first time boss ever did something like this" another bodyguard states.
"Boss sure is patient when it comes to young master"-
This cycle repeats for a week until Pete no longer pretends. He was hurt the first few days but the pain gradually subsided. He can walk just fine but he keeps on pretending. little did he knows that Vegas ' patience is limited.
Vegas was preparing for work just as Pete was awake. He was still lying idle on the comfort bed.
"Angel, come here" Vegas calls with a gentle voice.
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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
