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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...
Horrifying screams were coming out of the wearhouse.
"Tsk tsk tsk....it hurts, doesn't it ?" Vegas asked holding up a finger which he cut from his hostage's hand. The man was howling in pain but was unable to do anything due to him being restricted by ropes.
"Hm...only two more left on this hand" Vegas said referring to the guy's fingers.
"So ? Still planning on staying loyal to them ? You can stop all this if you just open your mouth"
Vegas dragged the tip of his bloody knife on the side of the man's throat leaving crimson stains on his skin. The abused man's breathing was laboured. His face was full of tears and snot .
"I see, you need me to do something more" Vegas grinned putting the knife away. He pulled out a screwdriver from his briefcase. Kittibun's eyes went wide in fear.
"I wonder....how loud you'll scream when I take one of those eyeballs out of their sockets"
Vegas's tone sent shivers down his prey's spine. The man's chest heaved as he struggled to control his breathing. Vegas put pressure under Kittibun's eyes with the tip of the screwdriver. The man realised that Vegas meant what he said ; it wasn't just an empty threat.
"N-NO ! Stop ! I'll tell ! I'll tell you everything!!" Kittibun accepted his defeat. Vegas smiled in satisfaction.
"T-they are planning t-to urgh! export the drugs fifteen days later from Laem Chabang"
"Very good" Vegas smirked. He turned his back to the writhing male.
"Let m-me go now, I already told what you wanted"
Without turning back Vegas said, "Of course. I'll make sure that you.."
He whipped around with the knife, pulling Kittibun's head down by gripping his hair and stabbed him in the back of his neck, severing the spinal cord.
"Aren't in pain anymore" Vegas finished his sentence as he pulled the knife out of Kittibun's nape. His face was tainted with blood. He took off the coat and gloves. Then got out of the wearhouse.
"Take care of the mess" he muttered to the guards. They hurried inside to find Kittibun's lifeless body tied to the pole. Their guts churned at the sight.
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Pete was walking towards the kitchen after finishing his task. He was humming softly. The day was pretty uneventful to him and he didn't bump into Vegas. So everything was okay.
Or maybe he thought too soon.
Just as he entered the hall that connects the living room and kitchen, he saw his biggest nightmare walking infront of him. Vegas must've heard his footsteps because at the next moment the taller turned to see who was behind him.
Pete wished Vegas didn't turn back. Vegas's face was blood stained. He even smelled like blood. His eyes were dull just like a doll's eyes. And the look he gave Pete was bone chilling. Vegas had the exact expression of a ruthless killer which intimidated Pete to the point of not being able to run away. This Vegas reminded Pete of the time when he was being tortured. The smaller's head started hurting as those images came back to haunt him.
Seeing Pete so obviously terrified, Vegas took a step closer to him. Wrong move. Pete instantly took two steps back.
"M-monster..." Pete whispered through trembling lips as he ran away.
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