A Mafia Halloween

The Little Trickster

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Vegas was a terrifying mafia leader, feared by everyone who knew his name.

After Korn's death, he took control of the Theerapanyakul empire alongside Kinn, erasing the lines between the Major and Minor families. His power was undeniable, and just hearing his name was enough to make people nervous.

Vegas was the kind of leader no one would ever think of crossing.

And he was married to the most breathtaking man to ever walk the earth.

A man whose gentle smile could light up the darkest days. His eyes, deep and expressive, turned into crescent moons when he smiled, radiating a warmth that was impossible to ignore.

And oh! Don't even get him started on those dimples—so charming, they could stop time.

He could go on and on, losing himself in every little detail, because to him, there was nothing in the world more mesmerising than this man.

And yes! This pretty man (angel in disguise) was his husband.

Pete.

Their love story began with a bit of tragedy, but as they say, there's always light at the end of the tunnel. Now, they were living in their happy times, having overcome the darkness together.

There was a little hiccup during their journey towards their happiness. A hiccup that is unfortunately and fortunately is alive and was named Venice by his adorable husband Pete.

Pete who took one look at that alien looking baby when Vegas was basically fighting for his life in the hospital and was like yeah!

You are my son now.

Vegas had a little hard time accepting Venice at the start but well, at the end of the day whatever his sweetheart wants.

So it took two weeks for Pete to convince Vegas to adopt Venice as their son.

That is a lie.

It only took about a day and a half.

One look at Pete, cradling Venice in his arms, swaying awkwardly as he sang off-key lullabies with way too much heart, and Vegas was done for.

Pete's brows were furrowed in concentration, trying to rock the baby just right, his lips in a pout whenever Venice stubbornly refused to sleep. Every time the baby squirmed, Pete let out this soft little huff, muttering, "Come on, buddy, work with me here," while his voice cracked on a high note.

He looked so adorably flustered—desperately trying to be the world's best dad, even when Venice was having none of it.

At that moment, Vegas didn't need any more convincing. Seeing Pete, all cute and determined, was enough to seal the deal—Venice was theirs.

Vegas was Venice's half brother anyways so why not become his Dad. Also he can never go wrong with Pete by his side.

Venice, as a baby, was like a squishy little potato with arms, legs, and a tendency to turn the most peaceful moments into a whirlwind of diaper changes and midnight wake-ups.

He had that classic baby look—tiny fists clenched like he was gearing up for a fight, and a face that could go from angelic to "why is this happening to me" in seconds.

His favourite hobby seemed to be turning every quiet moment into a sudden, urgent demand for food or cuddles, and yet, one sleepy yawn or giggle was enough to make anyone forget the chaos he left in his wake.