VegasPete (fanfic) ABOverse

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Pete's POV

I woke up in an unfamiliar room, my body feeling as if I had run a marathon. The upper half of my body was covered in bruises, hickeys, and bite marks, while the lower half had only a pair of boxers. When I tried to move my hands, I realized there were handcuffs on my left wrist.

This wasn't a dream.

I remembered what happened yesterday: I received orders from Khun Kim to find Porschay, which was indeed Vegas's doing. I was caught trying to gather information, and then Vegas chained me up. And then we ended up having sex.

What the hell is going on?

The point is, what happens next? Why can I only think of one possibility: that once he gets bored, he won't keep me around? That could be today or tomorrow. Otherwise, I have to find a way to escape on my own or wait for someone to rescue me.

But who? Only Khun Kim knows I sneaked into the minor family's house. Will Khun Kim even care if I make it out? Meanwhile, everyone else thinks I'm away on personal business...

"Awake already?" A familiar voice made me startle with paranoia, scattering my thoughts immediately.

"Here, drink some water," Vegas offered me a glass of water.

I looked at the glass, then into his eyes. I had no idea what he was planning.

"What do you think you will do khun Vegas? If you are going to kill me, don't waste your time like this on me." Him, seeing that I didn't take the glass of water, he drank from it himself but kept his eyes fixed on me, then smiled.

"Do you realize, Pete, how captivating your eyes are when you're defiant?" What the hell? This is nonsense. I'm not being defiant—I'm stressed and confused.

Fine, if you're going to answer like that, I'll ask more.

"Since you're not likely to let me go alive, can I ask you something? I don't understand why are you doing all this..." I dared to ask, but would he dare to answer?

I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. I didn't know if he was angry at my question, the main family, Khun Kinn, or someone else.

"Because it makes you look like a loser, a jealous person who's only good at sneaky backstabbing."

"Pete!" *crash* The glass in his left hand shattered into pieces, and blood started to drip, drop by drop, more and more rapidly.

I turned pale.

"Don't get too cocky!" His bloodsoaked hand reached out and squeezed my cheek tightly. I could still see shards of glass embedded in his hand.

"Before you get angry, shouldn't you take care of that wound first?" My bodyguard instincts kicked in. I tried to pull his hand away from my face, but Vegas forcefully pulled it back.

"Stay still!" I snapped, glaring at him. Blood was flowing like a faucet. I removed the glass shards from his hand, but I couldn't see how long or deep the wound was because it was obscured by blood. I pressed my fingers against the wound to stop the bleeding and dragged him to the bathroom. I turned on the water to wash away the blood and examine the wound. Damn, it was deep. About two centimeters long and reaching the muscle.

"The wound needs stitches..."

"Why do you care? Feeling guilty?" I looked up from his wound to meet his eyes in the mirror.

Yeah..... why do I even care?

"I'm not like you, hurting others without feeling anything," I replied, continuing to clean the wound and searching for any remaining glass shards. I could feel his gaze on me through the mirror's reflection.