Pete has been by himself ever since they came back, he wondered if they were ok, but it's not like he's allowed to go see them either way. Pete honestly missed them and missed another certain someone, speaking of which, he has been a blushing mess ever since that heated session. Pete finished all the books which was disappointing because he read the new stack Vegas bought, but even though he is disappointed, he still has his passion, sewing, Pete was inspired by Vegas and created a silk shirt that reminded him of Vegas. But not every good moments last forever.
Pete
It was like being back at square one, but this time it's bothering me how quickly I got used to them hanging out with me and him..always buying me stuff, I mean I don't mind Because at least I get a feel of the outside world, him buying me food from outside along with books and gifts which I told him to stop buying since I can't really display the gifts the books are my only exception. I basically just lounge around my room, and lay in the most random corners I can find or even just sewing and creating outfits..soon enough am going to have to ask..more like beg for more material.
A harsh banging followed by silence, interrupted me from what every laziness I was doing and fucking hell it scared me too. Opening the door, I found no one but a small white envelope on the floor, "Who the fuck?" I blurted out as I picked up the letter and read it.
"Don't you think you're getting too Comfortable Pete Pongasorn Saengtham?"
What the absolute fuck? I quickly dropped the letter to the floor, looking as if it would kill me any moment, but I could be killed any moment. Who did I mess with to even be threatened like this and how much do they know? I felt tears on my face and realized I was crying, as I stood there frozen eyes widened at the letter. I quickly picked it up and tore it up and made my way outside into the cafeteria, thank fuck Porsche was actually done there, I didn't approach him first just incase he was in a bad mood or something, so I just got lunch silently and sit at my usual spot, hoping porsche would approach me first.
"Hi"
"Oh hey Porsche"
"Are you ok?"
No, I am being threatened even if it's just a simple sentence.
"Yeah, how about you"
"I'm ok, You know we talked and I am only hoping for one thing"
And that is?"
"For him to actually prove that he really understands "
"I really hope he does Porsche"
"Me too"
At least he is ok.
I returned to my room, only to find another letter my the door, my mind was screaming at me to leave it but i wanted to know how much this person know and what's gonna happen to me. I took up the letter and quickly entered the room, I stared at the later in my hand, how can a mere sentence have so much threat over one's life, my life, what the hell is going to happen to me?.
I opened the letter with shaky hands, unfolding it just to see another sentence, this time I was actually scared.
"How long do you think you have left?"
What the fuck? who is counting down my life? matter fact what did I do?
Once again I shredded the paper with my hands throwing into the bin before crashing onto my rethinking where did I go wrong after being kidnapped into this mansion. nothing..i can't think of anything. I let out a groan of frustration, dragging the sheet up to my chest and slept, i couldn't deal with all the thinking.
YOU ARE READING
Suits and Secret (Vegaspete)
FanfictionOne makes suit One is a mafia leader What's the secret? A vegaspete fanfic where Talior meets Mafia