Owned By Stark - A Starker Fanfiction

Chapter 5

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The golden hour warmly flushed the New York city streets and coated the dusky buildings. Colors were brought to life as more customers walked through the bar door, greeting the well known bartender who cheered when he recognized his regulars. A server brought shots to Romeo's table and winked at him with a lip bite, bumping into him as she walked away.

"Oh, He's not going anywhere" Tony clarified as he caressed Peter's thigh under the table, "He's mine"

Viktor raised an eyebrow as he leaned back in the chair. Peter glared at the Swedish man, pressing his lips together in a thin line as he cursed him out in his head.

"One hour with him" Tony added. He grabbed his baby doll's hand and squeezed it tightly, knowing his words were gonna hurt. Peter squeezed it back as he drew a sharp breath, knowing full well he can't get out of this. This is normal to him. "that's all you get"

"I cannot accept that offer" Viktor shrugged as he cautiously hid the case under the table, questioning their intentions with him. "But I am still willing to give you that necklace"

"For 10 grand?"

"Correct"

"Keep your damn diamonds" Romeo jumped up and threw his black leather coat on, downing a shot before leaving the table. "I don't want em anymore"

"N-no, please!" Viktor pleaded, raising his hand up to stop Romeo from leaving. Tony and Peter promptly followed their boss without a second thought, the boy speeding to the nearest exit while keeping his gaze down.

"I'll do it!" Viktor stressed as he jumped in front of Romeo, his voice dripping in despair.

"atta boy" Romeo smirked as he patted the man's shoulder, "you've got yourself a deal"

Peter stopped in his tracks and gaped at Tony, the man who he thought would protect him. Vision became blurry in his puppy dog eyes, fully realizing this was his true reality. No escape. He clenched his fists as he blinked away the tears.

"No!" Peter shouted as the Swedish man yanked him by the arms and dragged him out, struggling to fight back "Let me go, you dick!"

"The hell's wrong with him?" Romeo asked as he turned to Tony and grabbed the case.

"He'll be okay" Tony sighed. He bit his lip as he watched Viktor lead his boy out to the alley.

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Viktor flung Peter by his collar and pinned him against the brick wall, smashing his lips against the boy's to shut him up and unbuttoned his jeans. Tears were streaming down Peter's face as the man's lips travelled down to his neck and bit down at his collar bone.

"Motherfucker" Peter hissed at the pain and pushed him off, "Get away from me!"

Viktor gathered Peter's hair in a fist and turned him around, shoving his face against the wall. He roamed his hands down to the boy's ass and pulled his boxers down, ramming his member inside Peter.

Peter zoned himself out in sobs while his body throbbed in pain.

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Dante darted towards Viktor with his jagged pocket knife in hand and tackled him down, slashing his torso multiple times. He pierced the sharp blade into his skull and tore it off swiftly, blood splattering all over Dante.

"Jesus christ, are you ok?" Dante asked Peter, desperately catching his breath as he wiped the blade clean on viktor's clothes.

Viktor was now lying in a pool of his own blood.

"Yeah.." Peter stared at the dead body in front of him. He was revolted but the way the blood neatly flowed out fascinated him. He gagged at the smell of the open flesh wounds.

"You killed him" he repeated his thoughts out loud as he covered himself up.

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock" Dante rolled his eyes and buried the weapon in his back pocket. "Now get in the car, we need to leave now!"

"W-Why did you kill him?" Peter Panted, anxiety taking over him completely.

"Go!" he commanded as he pointed towards Tony's car.

"I can't walk!" Peter argued as he barely balanced himself against the wall.

"Oh my god" Dante said under his breath before wrapping his arm around Peter's Back and supported him, leading him to the bugatti divo parked a few blocks away from the bar.

Nothing but dead, awkward silence in the car.

Dante helped Peter get into the car and slammed the car door shut, leaving the two men alone. Dried tears were painted over Peter's cheeks as he took in a shaky sigh, ignoring the clear bruised bites and the playboy. He was empty of words.

"I'm sorry" Tony gently apologized.

"You fucking kidding me?" exploded Peter as he glanced over at Tony. He gulped down a fresh slimy ball of emotions as his head throbbed in pain, stray tears running down the old ones. "Fuck, I thought you would protect me!"

"I am protecting you" he reassured as he started the car and pulled away from the over crowded street, "you're okay now, aren't you?"

"Jesus" Peter breathed out as he ran his hands over his face.

"I was doing you a favor, kid" Tony said, "Romeo let you off the hook. You're free now"

"Wait, really" Peter asked with widened eyes, his jaw dropping in disbelief.

"Mhm" he nodded.

"Stop the car" Peter cried as he yanked the car door handle, "let me out!"

"You're not going anywhere" Tony said, "we need to talk"

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