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(Wrote this in my cringe writer era. Forgive me people)
The Italian mafia killed Vegas's parents when he was barely 15. His uncle managed to save him and his brother from the rival mafia and took them under his care.
Pete is an orph...
Vegas entered in his study only to find the person who was occupying his mind from this morning, standing there.
But wait a second. What was he doing looking like a mouse who got caught stealing cheese.
Was that his book ? Drenched in coffee ?
Vegas narrowed his eyes. He walked closer to his desk and his eyes fell on the mess surely created by the smaller male.
"Mr. Ve-vegas I can e-explain-" Pete's words died in his throat when the taller looked at him with a menacing glare. That petrifying gaze almost made him pee .
"Can't even properly do one thing...how did this happen?!!" Vegas suddenly roared. Pete's shaking hands gently put the book on the table ; away from the mess. He swallowed roughly to wet his throat.
"I.....I tripped on the carpet. I swear this was an a-accident" Pete stuttered out an explanation. It didn't help much because Vegas was still looking at him with that same terrifying stare.
Vegas got closer to Pete. It took Pete by surprise . He backed away from the taller which led Vegas to keep walking forward.
"Eek !" Pete made a noise of horror when his back touched the edge of the desk.
Vegas slammed his hands on either side of him, leaving no room for him to run away. Pete's eyes went big and his heart beat picked up at an alarming rate.
"I've been trying to hold myself back but you're making it much harder for me to do so"
"Say...what punishment you should be given for not doing your job cleanly?" Vegas rasped out, taking in Pete's prey-like state.
Upon hearing the word 'punishment' Pete started getting flashbacks of the time when Vegas tortured him. His throat tightened and eyes started getting teary.
"I-it won't happen ever again, just please don't h-hurt me" Pete said with a wavering voice, trying to prevent his tears from spilling out.
Vegas raised his hand and Pete closed his eyes tightly. A few droplets of tears fell from his eyes in the process. Oh no he was going to get hit. But instead of a slap, he felt a thumb lightly brushing his tears away.
"I'm not going to hurt you" Vegas spoke in a calm tone. Seeing Pete flinch to his touch made him realise just how bad his image was to the latter. What was sinking feeling in his gut ? Guilt ? He dared not to delve into it further. He pushed the feeling aside and concentrated on the boy infront of him. Finally alone with him in a room.
Pete opened his eyes to look if the other was being sarcastic or not. His lashes were clumped with tears and cheeks were a pretty shade of peach . He looked absolutely gorgeous in Vegas's eyes.
"B-but you said..." Pete's words trailed off. His doe eyes held confusion as he stared at the taller. Vegas clenched his teeth because Pete's innocent mind was making him think of so many not so innocent things he could do to the smaller.
Vegas grinned like a wolf showing his pearly white teeth as if he was about to devour his victim. Oh that's exactly what he was going to do . He leaned in near Pete's jaw and took in a deep breath closing his eyes. He stayed there . A smirk took over his lips as he sensed Pete stiffening slightly.
"I'm going to eat you"
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The view you'll get when you're on your knees infront of him :)
