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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 told Arm to inform the guards infront of the training rooms to not let anyone go outside. He also took the information of the guard who harrassed Pete.
He stomped his way to the said room with two bodyguards. Everyone flinched when he opened the door and it slammed on the wall.
Vegas went straight to the room where all the chaos regarding Pete happened earlier. Everyone looked at him like he had ten heads.
"Who is John Moore among you all ?" Vegas's tone sent chills of petrification down their spine. No one uttered a word.
"So we're playing it this way? Okay" Vegas grinned, grabbing a gun form the weapon specialist. Pointing it to the intimidated group of trainees, he stated, "How about you come infront of me on your own or I shoot every single one of you dead"
All of them stiffened.
"Hm..then let's start, shall we?" Vegas leaned on a table pointing the gun to one of the guards who, he recognised, was laughing at Pete earlier.
BANG!
The other guards moved away in fear as they witnessed the lifeless body of their peer falling on the floor. Thick crimson blood gushed out of his head making some other trainees' face green.
Vegas killed two more guards who were with John.
"Now the alpha of the pack. Come on I'm waiting" Vegas's eyes were neutral but his lips were stretched in a big smile.
A guard kicked John on the ass making him stumble forward near Vegas's feet.
"Sir, he's the one you're looking for" it was the same guard who tried to intervene in the fight .
"Great job" Vegas said grabbing a handful of John's hair.
Putting the gun away, he yanked the scared man up by his hair.
"We've got a brave one here. Look how his knees are shaking tsk"
"Mr. Vegas I didn't c-cause an-any trouble. S-spare me p-please" John pleaded pathetically.
Anthony smirked from the crowd looking at the scene.
"How dare you think of laying those filthy hands on him ?" Vegas said in a menacing tone. His pupils were merely a black dot . He shoved John's face lower and kneed him in the face breaking his nose.
"Ugh!!"
Blood was flowing from his nose as Vegas pulled his face up.
Vegas grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up in the air. John struggled to breath. Vegas then slammed him roughly on the floor. Everyone heard a crack of bone breaking.
"AHH!"
Standing up Vegas looked at the direction of the frightened guards. He set a foot on John's neck and started putting pressure.
"AGHH!! AHHH!!"
"This is my first and last warning. If anyone lays a hand on Pete...I will make sure to be your worst nightmare" Vegas said removing his foot from John's neck and landing it viciously on the latter's rib cage.
"URGH!!!" John's whole body curled up in severe agony.
"This isn't over. Take him to the wearhouse" Vegas ordered his two bodyguards.
"N-NO!! MR. VEGAS S-SPARE ME !! I B-BEG YOU!!"
All the screams of horror fell to deaf ears as Vegas's bodyguards dragged John out of the training room.
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