VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 21

PETE POV

Why haven’t Vegas and Kinn come for Jake yet?

I’m sitting at the kitchen table, staring at my sandwich. Why haven’t I heard anything yet? Are they going to come for the crew tonight? Tomorrow? I need to know what's going on. Everything seems to be falling apart. Jake is more on edge than usual. Tommy is sketchy. Shay’s hardly speaking to anybody.

Does … does Jake know that I'm the one that's ratted him out? No, that can't be it. Jake wouldn’t be able to contain his anger. But the waiting and the not knowing is killing me. Part of me wants to contact Vegas and ask him what to do and the other part … well, I just want to run as far away from here as possible.

I push my sandwich away, officially having lost my appetite. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I hate this.

I get up and just as I'm about to throw my lunch away, Shay walks into the room.

“Are you okay, Pete?”

I move towards the trashcan to discard the unwanted food and keep my back to him. “Yeah, why?”

“I dunno, you seem quiet, not really present. I mean, to be honest, everyone around here’s on edge and Jake won't speak to me. Tommy’s hardly here, and I just don't know what the fuck is going on anymore. Did you follow them the other night?” he asks.

Should I be honest? Can I trust him? Hell, I don’t think I can trust anybody anymore. I need to do what everyone else is doing. Lie.

“No, I didn't follow him. I ended up wandering around thinking about what you said about leaving. I'm just as in the dark as you are.” I am shocked at how convincing I even sound to myself.

He thinks about that, nodding his head slowly. “There's still time for you to leave, Pete. I can help you before it's too late.”

“What do you mean too late? I am so sick and tired of all the secrecy, treating me like some dumb child. If you really gave a shit about me, you would tell me what’s going on instead of the riddles that fly outta your mouth. Just be fucking real with me for once. My life is tied up in whatever shit you have going on!” I say. I’ve had it with Shay. With all of them.

What I don’t tell Shay is that it’s already too late. With Jake talking about leaving town and him refusing to let me go, what the hell else am I supposed to do? I know what I want to do. But I can't.

Just as Shay is about to speak, Jake and Tommy walk through the door. Tommy with his ever-present frown just for me. Whatever, bitch. I really couldn't give a fuck anymore. Honestly, after last night, for the first time in my life, I’m feeling like my true self. Even though I’m alone without a single person who gives a rat's ass about me. It’s a hard fact to swallow, but fuck ‘em, I don’t need anyone in my life.

“We’re heading out tonight, and I'm not sure when we’ll be back, but you’re not to leave this apartment, Pete. Do you understand me?” Jake says.

I want to argue with him, but what’s the point? I'm fully healed and don't fancy another beating. “Yes, I understand, Jake.”

“Good, finally learning your place,” he says. “Shay, be ready in ten minutes and we’ll head out.”

Everyone falls in line like usual.

Shay walks out of the room, leaving me on my own with Tommy and Jake. There’s a shift in the air between all of us and I'm not sure what it means. I just know that something is about to happen.

“When will you be back?” I ask because my mouth never knows when to shut up.

His nose wrinkles in my direction like he’s smelled something rotten. The vast emotions and feelings he has towards me are so confusing. It's like he hates me with every bone in his body, but wants me under his control. There’s uncomfortable silence until Shay returns. “It will be late,” Jake says, finally answering my question. “No doubt you'll be in bed like a good little boy. I mean it, Pete. You will not leave this apartment.”