VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 33⚠️[🔞+]

    TRIGGERE WERRNING:

   CONSENSUAL NON-CON    ELEMENTS/. VIOLENCE KINK

   NAME -VIOLENCE/BLOOD
  MENTION OF SUBSTANCE~

If you are untouchable with     the above-mentioned i request you to skip the chepter.
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PETE POV

This moment is so surreal. When you dream of something and imagine it in such detail, it eventually becomes an idea that you know deep down will never be a reality. So walking into Vegas's holding pen and seeing Jake helpless, is a real pinch-me moment.

Jake. My abuser, and my manipulator who destroyed all the happiness and good in me all those years ago. Granted, his dad was involved too and I still hate him, but Jake went that extra mile, and last night he was prepared to hammer that final nail into my coffin.

What he planned to do was no different than ending my life. Distaste fills my mouth just thinking about it.

A strong hand grabs the back of my neck and instantly I am centered again and calm. Vegas. Fucking Vegas has now become the air I need to survive this life and while he laughs at my possessive comments, I won't let the fucker be without me. I refuse to be without him.

I close my eyes and inhale the stale oxygen that fills the room, before focusing on Tommy and Jake who are on the floor in front of me. They are back-to-back, chained together. It looks like they had an uncomfortable night, and from the smell of piss, I would say they don't feel at their best.

Jake is zeroed in on Lev's hand on my neck, and his jaw tenses like he’s grinding his teeth in anger. Even on the doorstep of death, the jealous controlling monster in him refuses to die.

“Have a comfortable night, boys?” Kinn asks, but they don't respond. Jake is still staring at Vegas's hand on my neck while Tommy is looking at me like everything bad in his life is my fault. Nice to see nothing changes.

“Wanna watch or play, doe?” Vegas whispers into my ear.

I know I shouldn't, but my cock starts to perk up from his question. Watching him play is the same as watching porn is for others, only this time, it’s more intense. I know the victims, and I know I’ll enjoy it. For now though, I think I’ll watch. I’m not experienced in torturing people, but I want to be part of the end for Jake. I think I’m the type who would enjoy messing with my food more.

“I’ll watch. For now.” I don't intend for that to come out all sultry and breathy, but it results in a quick deep kiss. I wonder if we could sew our skin together so I never leave his side? I ponder that thought but think Vegas would not agree.

“Go sit.” Vegas shirks his head over to a chair that I hadn't noticed before, which has been placed at the side of the room, with a full view of everything that will happen. It makes my heart skip an extra beat that he would do something so thoughtful and romantic. I take my seat and prepare for the show.

Vegas walks to the back of the room and I nearly swallow my tongue as he removes his shirt. Part of me wants to leave the pen and go back to bed with him. I have yet to dine on that meaty muscle ass that looks so delicious in his gray sweatpants. His back is so strong and wide, I want to kiss it all over, rub my naked body over it. I’ve already memorized his tattoos but I want to do it all over again. Dima pulls me out of my thoughts as his voice booms across the blindingly white walls in this room of terror.

“So was it worth it, boys? Betraying your family? Thinking you pussies would be able to take over our turf?” he asks as he walks around them in a slow circle. Tommy tries to follow his movements, nervous with what may happen. But Jake is as cool as a cucumber. Silent and still watching me. Normally, I would be wilting like a flower in the corner, avoiding his direct gaze, but I feel strong down here, I feel untouchable wherever Vegas is. Yes, I know that's stupid because nobody is untouchable, but I don't give a shit. I bask in that feeling. I’ve never had it before.