VegasPete (fanfic) ABOverse

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Vegas' POV

"Fucking hell!" Why does every plan go wrong? Ai Kim found Porschay. As for Tawan, he's useless! Dare enough to betray me! Finally, he's dead.

"How the fuck did you they know?!" I can't think of anything. Besides ai Tawan, no one knew where Porschay was. Only me. No one knows about the location... There is only a CCTV camera...

I went to check my computer... It's warm like it has been used a while ago.

I think about how long I wasn't here and when I came back. There is no way anyone using the computer could escape.

They must still be here. But here... there's nowhere to hide. The one who entered must have unlocked the other room.

Someone from the main family must have sneaked all the way into my room. The one who told ai Kim where Porschay was must've been someone who wasn't in the main family's house today.

Just thinking about it, the worried expression on that person's face that I often saw came back to me, and I couldn't help but smile slightly.

I picked up some special gloves, put them on, and called my subordinates before going to the door of the other room.

As I expected.

Pete, head bodyguard of the main family, pointed a gun at me. His determined eyes stared at me with a look of challenge...

"Huh."

I turned on the electricity to maximum, quickly grabbing his wrist before he could shoot me. As soon as the electricity flowed through his body, his eyes widened, his mouth opened without making a sound. Then the gun slipped from his hand, and I held his wrist tightly. His body arched in pain.

"You did great for making it all the way here," I praised him, pulling my hand away. You are good at this, but that's it.

He tried to grab the gun that had fallen to the ground, so I grabbed him by his neck and continued to send electricity through his slender body.

He tried to free his hand by lifting his head back, but it was no use (useless?). I used some of my strength to drag him to the turned-on computer.

Cool, really, that he can find even these clips.

"Khun Vegas, why are you doing this?" A hoarse voice asked, interrupted by his breathing.

"Which one do you mean?" Pete's eyes met mine. His lips are red and bruised, so tempting...

"You have done a lot of bad things!"

"It's no different from what the main family did." I looked at him. He's giving me a challenging look in contrast with his exhaustion. Why do I feel so excited when I see this? Interesting...

"What did khun Kinn do to you that makes you so psychotic?" I reached out to hold his slender neck. Pete's eyes flickered with panic for a moment, then showed a look of surprise at not getting electrocuted.

"Which clip do you like the most, ai Pete?"

"Every clip is disgusting! Ugh-" His voice went quiet as I squeezed harder. Two hands reached up and tried to pry my hands away. But his eyes still showed a look of challenge. His strong (firm?) chest beneath his shirt panted (until he tossed ????) because he was about to run out of air. His red lips sores spread (part?) open and his pupils widened as he struggled to breathe. And when he probably couldn't stand it anymore, I loosened my grip.

Pete took in two quick breaths before flicking his eyes to stare at my glare.

Damn it, why does this person such a pleasant to me. I couldn't resist and ran my fingers over his neck, feeling his heartbeat. A feeling of struggle, of challenge, of no weakness or surrender. Since his life is in my hands, I would like to know if I did something else with him. How would he look like? Would he be able to speak well or bite his lips tightly in patience?