In the charged atmosphere, Porsche stepped forward, attempting to silence Pete. However, Pete, poised for a confrontation, refused to be subdued. With determination, Pete landed the first punch on Porsche, a burst of kinetic energy in the tense air. Yet, Porsche, seemingly unaffected, stood firm, absorbing the impact as if Pete had struck a pillow.
Pete tried to punch again at Porsche's nose. Which was caught by him easily.
Pete was the one who had helped to train Porsche in the past. Porsche would huff in despair while trying to catch Pete's shadow in the ring.
In the cruel dance of power, Pete seemed to have momentarily forgotten the toll that time and trauma had taken on his body. The constant drugging, the side effects of childbirth, and the enduring scars of physical abuse and torture at the hands of Vegas' father had left permanent damage. Now, as Porsche manhandled him, Pete stood like a ragged doll, his attempts to gain control of his body met with huffs of struggle.
The harsh reality manifested as Pete's body slammed against the unyielding wall. A half-scream escaped his mouth, a sound that even surprised Porsche, the echoes of pain reverberating through the room.
"I wasn't even that hard... You're overreacting," Porsche tried to defend himself as Pete, undeterred, attempted to free himself in retaliation.
For the first time, Porsche took stock of the changes in Pete's physique. The arms that were once adorned with muscle now seemed soft and vulnerable. Holding Pete's wrist, Porsche felt a stark realization of Pete's weakened state.
Porsche sighed, genuine concern etched on his face. "What happened to you?"
Pete, in the whirlwind of emotions, felt a simmering anger rise within him. 'What happened to him?' The question felt like a cruel irony coming from Porsche. Of all people, Porsche, who had an affair with both Kinn and Vegas, seemed to lack the right to inquire about Pete's current state. Pete questioned silently, doesn't Porsche know the consequences of his actions? The domino effect of problems that had unfolded, leading Pete to this fragile state, had its roots in the choices and actions of those around him.
From Big's sacrifice to protect Porsche to Pete becoming the punching bag for Porsche's rejection by Vegas during the time Pete was held captive, the collateral damage seemed endless.
"Leave me!!" Pete screamed his eyes turning red and due to the scream even Venice started crying.
Porsche has to let go of Pete who ran to the crib to hush the child.
Pete looked back at Porsche with anger in his eyes.
"Stay away from me..."
Vegas pushed open the door to find a defensive Pete, his distressed state releasing hormones that added to the already chaotic mix in the room. Pete clutched a child in his arms, and the air was thick with tension.
"What the hell are you doing?" Vegas bellowed, his frustration directed at Porsche. The confrontation quickly escalated into a brawl, hormones pouring out of them, making it nearly unbearable for Pete. The room was a battleground, with Venice still crying in Pete's arms. Macau had collapsed near the door in the crossfire.
Pete, on his knees, struggled to maintain composure. The pressure to breathe was immense, and Venice's face had turned an alarming shade of blue. In desperation, Pete cried out for help.
"Please! Someone... someone..."
The chaos had affected everyone in the vicinity. Bodyguards, people, and even Kinn's own security team, all succumbed to the intense hormonal warfare. Kinn, however, stood unaffected, a layer of sweat forming on his forehead. His mischievous smile hinted at a twisted satisfaction.
