VEGAS X PETE (18+) full story

Chapter 39

"... "

"But it's fine. I want to know too if my family has nothing left.
The major clan took all of them seriously. I'm not that worried
about our survival. But I'm worried about Macau. I still don't know what it will be like after this. Surely Kinn probably won't
keep me. I played with his lover like that. He'd get revenge on
me." Vegas sighed. He stared into space, deep in thought.

"But you still have time to undo all the wrongdoings you did.
You can stop messing with Porsche. You can stop thinking of corrupting your own family's company. I think there's still time."

"I haven't messed with Porsche for a long time... and I've been
sitting still for a while now. I've
just had my dad take care of everything."

"Take care? You mean let Big destroy the evidence like
always." I accidentally let that out harshly than I intended. But it was true that was what the minor clan did all the time.

"That bastard Big has disappeared. I think he might have been taken away." I furrowed my eyebrows. If it's what Vegas says,then the major clan were definitely serious this time.

"Already...?"

"He was useless, Pete! And it's up to my father on what to do.
My patience is running out and I'm tired. If they want to destroy my family, then let them. I just want Macau alone. Besides, I don't want to beat Kinn anymore. No matter how good I do, no
one can see my efforts. Now I'll just wait for the day when my
father falls. I want to know if his wife and children are still with
him or not," Vegas said. I just stood still.

"You can let go of anything. Different people are different, you don't have to mess with each other. I believe that everything is not evil. There's still time for you to step out, and from there on
Boss Korn will love you and Macau. Aren't you his nephew? If something goes wrong, just feel it and adjust. You know that
what you're doing is not good,"

I said to make the situation
better, but I didn't know if I said it well. The bastard Vegas stared at me blankly. I got nervous! Fuck! Take it again.

"If I die, pray to me, too. You seem to understand the world sobmuch," said Vegas, his lips twitching into a small smile. Geez! My heart sank.

"Uh... So do you like playing guitar?" I, who was especially
afraid of dying lately, pointed daftly at the guitar in his hands and changed the subject. I couldn't stress Vegas out anymore or else he'd transform again.

"Yeah."

"Why do you like playing guitar? Why not drums or bass?"
Argh! I just wanted to know about him. Was it okay to change the subject? It was smooth, but maybe it was a bit suspicious.

"Well, a senior of mine from school said I could play guitar to flirt with girls. But I don't like women, so I use it to flirt with guys I like instead."

"Oh... and flirting?" Ahh, I want to slap myself on the mouth. I
just wanted to change the subject.The room was quiet just now, the more we talked about stressful things. Argh! It's all gone.

"I'm not sure anymore though. I recently flirted with you but you
threw a pillow at me, so I don't know if you're just shy or you
hate me," said Vegas with a smile. The exact memory flashed in
my head, but I prayed that he wasn't meaning what I thought.

"I hate you, I guess..."

I hurriedly set my sights back on folding the clothes I was putting
in the suitcase. Vegas
strummed the guitar. His eyes stared at me before opening his
mouth and started to sing. As for me, I tried to keep my head
down while doing my business, folding the clothes and putting
them in the suitcase. He kept playing while looking at me like
that, and I was getting a little uncomfortable.