Be my S̶̶l̶̶a̶̶v̶̶e̶ || Book-I ||

something that belongs to me

Vegas’ POV

The hospital room was quiet, except for the soft beeping of machines. Pete lay unconscious on the bed, his face pale, his body unnervingly still.

I sat on the chair beside him, gripping his hand gently, my thumb brushing over his knuckles. The fragility of his touch made my chest tighten with a mix of anger and helplessness. 

It was late at night, and Macau was curled up on the couch, fast asleep. He had been here the whole day.

Thankhun and Porsche had been here too, but the moment I returned, I sent them both home. 

Thankhun, of course, threw a tantrum, insisting he’d stay until Pete woke up. But I didn’t have the patience for his drama tonight. So I send them home.

I leaned forward, my hand moving to Pete’s cheek. His skin was cool under my touch, and the sight of him lying there—so vulnerable—filled me with a fury I couldn’t contain.

I pressed a kiss to his forehead, my voice low and laced with a dark promise. 

“I won’t spare anyone, Pete,” I murmured. “Whoever did this to you... I’ll give them a death so horrific they wouldn’t have dreamed of it.” 

“I hope you know what you’re saying.” 

Kinn’s voice broke the silence. He was standing by the window, his face shadowed in the dim light. He turned to look at me.

“We should have acted sooner,” he said, stepping closer to the bed. “When Pete was first attacked, we should have taken it seriously.” 

“You think I don’t know that?” I shot back, my voice sharp. “I’ve been investigating. Someone’s targeting Pete, and I will find out who.” 

“But why?” Kinn asked, frowning as he sank onto the couch across from me.

“Pete’s just a college student. What reason would anyone have to harm him? Do you think this could be about you? Maybe one of your flings acting out of jealousy?” 

I glared at him. “I don’t have flings.” 

Kinn opened his mouth to say something else, but a faint sound from the bed snapped my attention away. My heart leaped as I saw Pete’s eyes flutter open. 

“Pete…” I leaned closer, my voice trembling as I held his hand tighter. Relief and fear surged through me.

“You’re awake.” 

He blinked slowly, his lips parting as if to speak, but no sound came out. Panic flickered in his eyes. 

“It’s okay,” I said softly, cupping his cheek to reassure him. “You don’t have to talk. Just rest.” 

“I’ll call the doctor,” Kinn said quickly, rushing out of the room. 

I turned back to Pete, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Baby, how are you feeling? Do you feel pain anywhere? Just blink if it hurts.” 

Pete’s eyes filled with tears as he tried to speak again, but his voice was gone. His hand moved weakly to his throat, clutching it in desperation. 

“Pete, no—don’t cry,” I whispered, wiping the tears that spilled down his cheeks. “Please, just tell me what’s wrong. Is your throat hurting...” 

Before I could spiral further, the door swung open, and Dr. Top entered the room. 

“Dr. Top,” I said urgently. “Why can’t he talk? What’s happening to him?”

Dr. Top moved to examine Pete. After a long moment, he turned to me.

“Khun Vegas... the poison he ingested has damaged his vocal cords. He’s lost his voice temporarily.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut.

“W-what do you mean?” My voice trembled as I looked back at Pete, who was staring at me with tear-filled eyes. He shook his head weakly, gripping my hand as if it were the only thing grounding him. 

“How long will it take for his voice to return, Doctor?” Kinn asked, breaking the silence. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” I whispered, brushing the tears from his cheeks.

“Everything will be fine. Shhh… don’t cry. I’m here.” I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. His tears kept falling, and with each one, it felt like another piece of my heart was breaking.

This is all my fault.

My throat tightened as the realization hit me again. If I hadn’t left him alone, if I’d been more careful, this wouldn’t have happened. My jaw clenched as a single tear slipped from my eye.

“I should have stayed with you,” I murmured, my voice barely audible. “I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

Dr. Top’s voice pulled me back to the present. “We can’t say anything for certain right now. We need to run some tests to assess the extent of the damage.” 

I nodded, forcing myself to focus. “When can he be discharged?” I asked, my voice hoarse. 

“You can take him home in two days, after we’ve completed the necessary tests,” Dr. Top replied before excusing himself and leaving the room. 

In a dimly lit room, the faint glow of a red light served as the only source of illumination, casting eerie shadows across the luxurious space. Seated in the center, a man in an impeccably tailored black suit leaned back in his chair, a glass of wine cradled in his hand. 

“For now, he’s only lost his voice,” he said with a sinister smirk, swirling the dark liquid in his glass. “Soon, he’ll lose his life too.” 

He took a deliberate sip, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold, grin. 

Across from him, another man sat on an opulent couch, his posture casual. He picked up a glass from the table in front of him and studied it thoughtfully, his gaze eventually landing on the man in the black suit. 

“You’re staring at me,” the man in the suit remarked, his tone laced with mock amusement. “Is there something you want to ask?” 

The seated man set his glass down and leaned back, draping an arm across the couch like he owned the place. A wry smile played on his lips. 

“There is something,” he began, his voice calm but laced with curiosity. “Something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a long time.” 

The man in the suit raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue. 

“Why do you want to kill him?” the man asked, his tone sharper now. “What harm has he done to you?” 

The man in the black suit froze mid-sip, the grin vanishing from his face. With a sharp, deliberate movement, he set his glass down on the table, the sound of the contact echoing through the room. 

“He took something that belongs to me,” he said coldly, his piercing gaze locking onto the other man’s. 

Without another word, he rose from his seat and strode out of the room.

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