Vegas and Pete: the series

The Reflection of Two Souls

POV Vegas

I make ramen. It's nothing new and I feel sick to my stomach as I walk past the meal I just got done shoving to the floor in a rage. My hand stung from where I'd slammed it into the counter afterward, but it wasn't enough. My face still hurts. My heart still hurt, everything still fucking hurt.

I open the door to Pete's room trying to keep a lid on my volatile state. He shifts slightly on the bed and I sit down next to him and offer up the bowl of steaming noodles. Pete turns to look at me and I can't help but turn to him too. Weak pity beats out of his gaze as he spies my new injury. "What are you looking at, eat!" I order him.

Pete doesn't take the bowl and I turn away from him staring into the void of darkness that is all that my eyes can see in the shadows of the room.

"You Pa was here?" Pete asks me softly as if he doesn't already know.

"Are you gonna eat it or not?" I snap at him, not wanting to have this conversation anymore, not wanting him to look at me like that anymore, like I was something broken.

"What happened to your face?" He asks me. His voice belaying genuine concern that just makes all the pain inside me hurt worse than before.

He moves as if to sooth my injury and I grab his arm. "Leave it alone!" I yell at him, tossing his arm and his concern away. I didn't want it. I didn't want the voice inside me that screamed out at him to hold me, to soothe my wounds, to listen to how much this hurt. That weak pathetic version of myself that I thought had been killed off long ago.

"Is this the way you're supposed to be living?" Pete preaches to me. " Give yourself up to the main family. Khun Korn is not cruel."

Bullshit that bastard was no better then my father, and Pete was a fool to believe otherwise. He was the one who had degraded my father into the human being he was. Had isolated us away from the main outfit. He used us like cannon fodder while he kept his precious sons out of true harm's way.

I was this family's enforcer, I was their weapon and human shield. "Isn't my life like this because of them?" I snap at Pete.

He meets my anger head on, his steady gaze never wavering. "It's up to you Vegas, it's your choice."

Choice, what fucking choice did I have? What choices have I ever had? I didn't choose any of this, I didn't choose my family, my father, this fucking life. I was born to it, molded into it. Had it ground into me through blood and death. What the fuck did Pete know? He'd chosen to follow my uncle, he'd been able to choose this life that suited him so damn well. This little puppet of the main family, trying to get me to turn myself in? Hell no!

I let the bowl slip from my hands and it clatters to the floor with a deafening sound. I grit my teeth and feel a hot bloodied rage broil beneath my skin. I needed an outlet, I needed to hurt.

I jerk sideways and grapple onto Pete's neck with both hands. This bastard deserved this, thinking he knows everything, thinking he knows me! "Don't think that just because we had sex you could say anything." I growl at him through gritted teeth. I squeeze harder, cutting off his airway and watch him gasp for breath. "Anyhow, you're just my pet."

Nothing more than a damn dog, a shitty rat, and a stupid little mouse.

Pete fights against my grip trying to pry my hands off him. It doesn't work but he gets enough air to speak. "A guy like you, will never regret." He wheezes out.

Regret, what did I have to fucking regret! I yank Pete up to his feet and slam him against the dresser, pressing his head into the picture frame on the wall. I let go of his neck as I held him there.