Hold me close and we'll just leave it all behind

Just like your black lies

"Do you want coffee or–"

"I think alcohol is better for the conversation we are about to have" Kim cut off as Vegas scoffed at his snarky remark placing the order for two bottles of beer, both seated in a corner run-off restaurant away from the main city.

Though the relations between the main and the minor family were never good due to Korn and Gun's strained relation, Kim was among the first who Vegas had approached to dig deeper into his mother's death. Those two always had a common goal, to destroy their fathers.

"Please tell me that you were high last night," Kim stared at Vegas' eyes, still baffled from the conversation late at night.

"Oh yes, of course I would love to prank call my favorite cousin at 1am in the morning telling him my father was fucking my boyfriend's father," a fake smile plastered across Vegas' face.

"Your boyfriend's father..." confusion hung upon Kim's face as he realized, "No way–"

"Honestly Kim, what are you even investigating? You have not yet given any useful information but rather keep playing the spoilt mysterious rebel all the time. Why do I even meet you then?" pinching his temple, Vegas sighed, disappointed, eyes glaring at Kim.

Kim resisted rolling his eyes as he continued with his previous statement, "If Atin is Pete's father then he must have abruptly shifted down south for a reason. Atin grew up with Uncle Gun and pa here in Bangkok." He pulled out the photos he acquired from the pocket of his leather jacket.

"I looked around and managed to dig up that the three were close friends during childhood. Surprising, I know. Hard to believe uncle and pa were civil with each other at some point in their lives."

Vegas picked the photos staring at it. It had four small children in similar clothes, likely their uniform, standing next to each other and smiling. It wasn't hard to identify his pa, uncle and Atin but the fourth woman–

"The lady is Nampheung, pa and uncle's sister, step-sister to be accurate," Kim replied with the last bit of information he had gathered. "She is Porsche and Porchay's mother. She died mysteriously in a gun shoot-out one day and the guardianship of the two was transferred to their shitty uncle causing the three to move down south."

"If she was their step-sister, wouldn't our fathers be better contenders to raise her kids? Nevermind, selfish assholes like those two would never think about others. But Atin, why did he move?"

"That is the missing key, what happened between the four? Apart from them nobody knows and one of them is already dead," Kim continued Vegas' questions, wording his own queries.

"Why was my mother a scapegoat amidst them? Why did they ruin her? Us? Continue your search Kim, any new update and you report to me," Vegas stood up fixing his coat as he made his way to leave the place.

"Not your servant asshole," Kim commented.

"Don't pretend you don't wanna know the truth Kimmy," he replied, passing a smirk to his cousin one last time, as he exited, heading towards his ducati.


Unknowingly, his destination arrived in front of his lover's apartment as he found himself ringing Pete's bell. A pale-faced Pete opened up the door slowly, still a little sick from the drug overdose, who now held a soft smile across his face.

Seeing each other always made them forget about the worries of the world for a second.

"I missed you angel," Vegas mumbled as he engulfed Pete in his arms, burying his head in his neck, inhaling his sweet scent.

"How are you feeling now?" Vegas questioned checking Pete all over, for spotting any discomforts. Pete stopped him, cupping his cheeks, "I am fine, Vegas. What about you? Especially after–"

"Don't take their names right now, Pete. For now, I want to think about you and only you. Assholes like them don't deserve our time tonight. Just us," he finished stealing a peck from Pete.

Shy giggles filled the room, as Pete dragged Vegas over to the dining table, setting some food down for them to eat. Feeding each other, joking around, stolen kisses, the atmosphere in the apartment was filled with love, their love for each other.

"Vegas, no put me down, Vegas!" Pete shrieked at the top of his voice when Vegas had scooped him in his arms, carrying him to his bedroom. Vegas giggled at his adorable lover when Pete wrapped his arms around Vegas' necks, pulling him closer.

A pillow hit Vegas' face as soon as he dropped Pete on his bed. Vegas, always up for a good time, accepted the new challenge with a mischievous grin.