Vegas's POV
Vegas and Porsche are on a private jet heading back to Bangkok (1)
"...If you kill the knight, the bishop will be vulnerable and the queen unsupported..." Porsche repeats the sentence I told him. "Pete is the knight...you are the bishop, maybe?!"
"And you are de queen, I suppose."
"Do you think it's Khun Korn?! Do you think he knows what we're doing?" Porsche looks at me worriedly. "He supported Pete when he resigned to follow you...maybe he wanted you attached to Pete for later..."
"I don't know. The only thing I know is that I can't risk Pete." I grip the arm of the chair tightly.
"That's why we have to keep doing what we're doing, Vegas."
"I made Pete promise me not to keep any more secrets from me. So, what am I doing to him?!
"I know. I'm feel the same about Kinn. But there is no turning back now."
I lean my head back on the private jet's chair... through the window, I look at the beautiful rays of sunlight that begin to light up the gray sky...and I think of the person who has the same power as the sun in my life.
Attention: This POV is a link to the context of VegasPete Novel (Daemi original novel - in course) (2)
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Macau's POV
Despite the tough classes at college, my brother is making me go to the office most days, but I manage to stop by at the Main Family Mansion every time I can.
My brother says I already need to get involved in the family business, but I'm sure he wants to kill me with exhaustion so I don't come here.
He went on vacation for two weeks with Pete and Venice. I can breathe now.
I feel wronged. I supported him from day one. Why can't he do the same for me?
Never mind. I'm a young man with a purpose and high levels of stamina.
Besides...that's not my biggest test of resilience and perseverance.
It's been a month since we returned from that island. And Arm never brought up the subject of what happened there. I don't have the courage to say anything either. I have some pride left...sort of.
It's like starting from scratch.
"Hey Arm! Can we practice shooting now?"
I jump out of my chair quickly, as Arm walks hurriedly, tablet in hand, explaining something to another bodyguard.
"Uhhh...sorry Macau, I need to resolve a matter for Khun Kinn. He looks at his watch. "I think it will take another half hour."
"That's what you said two hours ago."
"I'm sorry, I'll try to finish it fast, I promise" Arm makes an apologetic face and heads down a hallway.
I thought Arm spent all day watching TV shows with crazy cousin Tankhun. And that it would be easy to steal his attention. But actually since Pete moved in with us, Arm has spent more time with Khun Kinn, who is a working machine and is sucking his soul.
He doesn't avoid me, on the contrary. He tries to fulfill my requests whenever possible. He's so hardworking and smart doing his things. And also, so kind and playful with me when he has some free time, worsening my delusional mind. However, he gives me no sign of anything more intimate between us.
I go back to sit on the chair in the hall, bored and annoyed.
"Khun Makau! What's up? Are you okay?"
"Hey, Pol, what's up, man? Where's crazy cousin? Dyeing his hair again?
Pol became a good friend. I watch some TV series with him and crazy cousin...well, when Tankhun allows me into the room, of course. It's fun.
"Khun Noo is in the spa."
"How come you are not with him?"
"I saw you around here a few hours ago. I came to see if Khun Macau was ok."
"Will you keep calling me Khun too? I already told you. I feel like you are talking to my uncle."
"Nong Macau, then?!Do you want to see some TV series in Khun Noo's room?"
I look around and no sign of Arm... 45 minutes have passed.
"Okay, let's go."
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"Holy sh*t! What is this?!"
"Nong Makau, I don't think we should be seeing this..."
"Why does Tankhun have this bunch of comic books here?
"Well, he had Pete and Arm study this material for that mission...(3)"
"Wtf!Look at this!...to do what exactly? Does my brother know about this? I don't want to imagine what he would do if he knew."
"Well, let's keep this here..."
"Oh wow..." I rotate the comic a few times to understand what was happening there. "I wish I had Arm to do that."
"Cough, Cough!"
Pol chokes and turns pink...red...purple.
"Did I say that out loud?" I widen my eyes and ask Pol.
"Mhmm".
"Shit"
"Don't worry, Nong Macau."
"I come here whenever I can, Pol. I try to get closer, but... it's no use. Arm will always see me as a young master and himself as a bodyguard giving attention to a kid."
"True, but if he sees you often, he'll understand your feelings for him."
"But I already told him about my feelings."
"Shit."
"You see?!It's no use." I lie down on the couch, defeated.
"Don't be discouraged, Nong Macau. Don't give up yet. If you confessed and he's not avoiding you, there's hope. You mus understand...we are bodyguards. It is difficult for us to break this barrier."
"P'Pete did. And he and my brother are very happy together." I lift my torso.
"Mhmm...true."
"Although it was a painful process...Fuck!" I lie back on the couch.
"I know how you feel. Sometimes all we can do is try to be next to the person we like as much as possible. Cheer up this person when in need. Support this person, even in most crazy moments and love unconditionally. Until one day this person realizes it...or we move on."
"Like Arm about P'Pete?"
"Do you know about it too?"
"Yes...sad to say it, but unrequited love is one of my specialties. Do you think Arm moved on?"
"Sure!"
"So he doesn't like me because he doesn't like me. Not because he likes someone else. Or does he like someone else?"
"Not that I know. But who said he doesn't like you? Perhaps it is the issue of the boss-subordinate relationship itself."
"And about you? Do you like him? You are close."
"No! We are just friends."
"You're telling me all these things like...you're going through the same..."
"Me?"
"You are, aren't you? You can tell me."
"No...I'm not..."
"Let me guess... If it's not Arm, who could it be....Not Phi, right?"
"No!! It's not Pete! I have love for my life!"
"Ah... so you're in love with someone!"
"Nong Macau, let's change the subject..."
"Lucky you it's not Phi. My brother would literally kill you. But you already know that. Hmn...who else...?! Porsche?"
"No!!"
"Good. My cousin Kinn would send someone to kill you, I guess. He would not get his hands dirty...hmm...Oh no!! Not Chay... is it Chay?" Pol shakes his head hard. "Definitely not a good option. Kim is dangerously unpredictable. Some girl? Nah...I don't think it's a girl... I don't see any straight couples around here. Who else? I must be forgetting someone..."
"Nong Macau, we were talking about you, remember?!"
"I believe it's someone you are next to... someone you cheer up...and you support and love unconditionally...even in crazy moments..." I squint my eyes and think hard.
Pol shifts on the couch and grimaces apprehensively.
"Never mind, Nong Macau!"
"OH-MY-GOD!". I bring my hands to my mouth as if to keep a big secret. Then I snap my fingers. "I already know who it is!"
"..." Pol jolts.
"...your unrequited love. So obvious! It's..."
"Please, don't say it!" Pol puts his hand over my mouth. He's sweating.
I nod. He withdraws his hand, embarrassed.
"Geez...does he know it?" I laugh.
"No!!! He can't. Besides, I'm happy this way. It's enough for me."
"Really?!... You are so selfless." I pat his shoulder. "Don't make this face of distress. I will keep your secret."
"Thanks, Nong Macau"
We get back to flipping through the comic books.
"I would definitely be a seme...and you, Pol?"
"Well..." Pol makes an uncertain face. "It depends on the moment with the other person...what would be best for both of us, I think."
"You definitely like him." I shake my head.
"..."
"...Damn, who do I want to fool, anyway?! I'm up for anything too. I want the boyfriend first. Then I can fix it. My brother and cousins are tops, I guess. But what's the point?!This has nothing to do with manliness. Their wives kick their asses all the time! I'm from another mafia generation...more open-minded. I can be both. I just need to convince Arm to be mine first."
"You see. Your situation is much better than mine." Pol tries to cheer me up.
"Your unrequited love seems to be more open-minded as well. Rest easy Pol. You help me with Arm, and I'll help you with him."
"Let's keep this between us, shall we? Please?"
"Don't be afraid. I promise. I'll keep my mouth shut"
Pol cheers up. We smile at each other, and toast with our milkshakes.
"Are you on a date in my room?" Tankhun yells from the door.
"Geez...Can you 'scream any lower'? I say wryly.
Arm, who enters right behind Tankhun, looks at the comics on the table. He makes a puzzled face but doesn't say anything.
"Pol, I've been looking for you everywhere! Are you trading me for this brat?"
"That's not it, Khun Noo. I'm sorry." Pol speaks hastily, picking up the comics and tossing them into a box.
"Don't you have a home, Macau? I don't think I've adopted you. Leave!"
I was about to reply to Tankhun, but Arm grabbed my wrist.
"Come, Makau. I'll take you to the second family mansion. It's late."
"Another bodyguard can take him, Arm." Tankhun speaks casually.
"Khun Kinn has authorized Macau to come and practice shooting with me, Khun Noo. And I couldn't pay attention to him today. I feel responsible for taking him back."
Tankhun narrows his gaze at both of us for a few seconds, makes a face and nods, annoyed.
"Pol, prepare my bath, will you."
"Goodbye crazy cousin"
Tankhun motions with his hand for me to leave soon.
I turn to Pol.
"Thanks, Pol. I enjoyed our time together a lot." I say smiling.
Pol smile at me, embarrassed.
"Go, go...brat!" Tankhun kicks me out of the room.
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"Sorry, Macau. I couldn't pay attention to you today."
"No problem, Arm. Pol kept me company."
"Was it fun?" Arm asks me seriously.
"Sure. Pol is great company."
"I see."
Hmm...I like this feeling.
Macau smirks
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Vegas's POV
"...If you kill the knight, the bishop will be vulnerable and the queen unsupported..."
"It's the hundredth time you've repeated this phrase, Pete." I keep kissing his neck.
"Sanya said the knight is me. Maybe you are the bishop...but who's the queen?!" Pete flips over me, grips my neck with his hands and squeeze.
"Ow, ow, ow... are we changing something here?"
"Think, Vegas, think! Who's the damn queen?"
"I don't know who the damn queen is!"
"Are you cheating on me?" Pete frowns at me.
"Do I happen to like women?"
"Perhaps it is not a woman."
I flip over him, returning to the original position. Pete let go of my neck. I hold his wrists tightly on the bed.
"Can we stop talking about it? You are spoiling the mood." I go back to kissing his neck.
"If you keep doing this, I'll have to wear a turtleneck shirt right on the beach."
"I told you I have to erase other people's tracks on you."
"Ouch! Don't leave hickeys!"
"Why did you let that bastard kiss you, touch you? Dammit...this is taking my sanity."
"And you're peeling my skin off...again! That was a month ago and you already bathed me, remember?"
"You know I won't settle until I kill him."
"You tried to kill him three times after you rescued me from The Diamond Hotel, knowing nothing about Sanya's plan. How could I have told you before I got all the information I needed?"
"But I was right not to like him. He was a jerk after all. Was the folder 'Pete' deleted?"
"I sent Nop to The Diamond Hotel and had Sanya delete everything in front of him"
"Since I can't kill that bastard, for now, you will have to suffer the consequences, Pete."
My mouth travels over his chest and abs, tasting his skin, and leaving my marks all over.
"Vegas...ouch!" Pete smacks my back after another bite. "Are you a fan of cannibalism? You've been making me suffer since yesterday. You just got back from your trip. Are you not tired? You barely arrived and brought us here. How long will we stay here?"
"Two weeks. Then I need to get back to the office."
"Good. I left everything behind. There's a lot to put in order."
"You're not coming back with me, Pete." I say these words with the greatest pain in my heart.
Pete frees his wrists from my grasp and pulls me by the hair to look at him.
"What do you mean? Venice needs to continue treatment with Dr. Top. He cannot miss appointments."
"Are you more worried about Venice than being away from me?"
"Don't be childish and selfish. He needs to continue the treatment until he is 100% healthy. And of course I don't want to be away from you...or Macau. I can't sleep well without you."
That's what I wanted to hear from Pete.
"I already talked to Dr. Top. The medication will be sent every week and our bodyguards will take care of it. Nop is good with kids. And I will come back here every friday to spend the weekend with you."
"But..."
"You're not leaving this new safe house, Pete. I have 30 men out there to make sure of it. Nobody leaves, nobody comes in, except me."
"Why are you doing this?"
"You know why. If everything Sanya said is true, there is a delivery order to be executed."
"He won't do that. Not now."
"I don't trust him. And besides, that assassination order was suspended, not canceled."
"I'm not easy to kill. You are underestimating me."
"You've already proved how capable you are. That's not the point. It's not a game for me. I will not take risks. Not with your life."
"You can be in danger too."
"Besides my bodyguards, you set that ghost team to protect me and Macau, didn't you?! They are still doing it. Don't worry."
"Will you keep me here forever?"
"If I have to, sure I will. But I'll lock myself in here with you. "Now...can we get back to what we were doing?" I bite my bottom lip...my lust for Pete is smoldering.
Pete released my hair, defeated. He knows he can't overcome my stubbornness. Much less when I'm so resolute. Much less when it's about him.
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I had the cottage built for us to stay alone for two weeks. Venice is annoyingly on Pete's lap most of the day, except at night, when Pete's all mine.
The time we're together needs to make up for the time we'll be apart when these two happy weeks are over.
Then Pete will be kept in the main safe house along with Venice, surrounded by our bodyguards. Nop will stay here and report to me every day. Macau will not be able to come because of college classes. But there is a team protecting him. And I also don't think Macau would agree to come considering his new interests.
I open my eyes when the sun's rays illuminate the entire cottage that is on the edge of the deserted beach, over the waters of the sea (4). I devoured Pete so intensely the night before that even I was drained.
I know I express how obsessed I am with Pete and how vital he is to me through making love with him. And I feel that by giving himself to me the way he does, it's also Pete's way of saying he loves me for who I am. It's not just physical. Pete's entire being is engraved in my body, in my heart. And I want to be engraved on his too.
When we're together, connected, I long for our nights of love to never end. But when I fall asleep and I don't hear his voice...his moans anymore, I'm grateful when I finally wake up. That same nightmare has been haunting me every other night. At least that awful nanny isn't showing up anymore. It's just Pete...like an angel...who without mercy leaves me alone. I wonder if it is guilt or fear I'm feeling...certainly both (5).
"Pete? Pete?" I notice he's not in the cottage. When I try to get up, I find myself with one of my wrists tied to a chain attached to the bedpost. "PETE!" I start to scream for him.
Did someone take him and hold me here? When did this happen? Panic starts to take over me.
I have to get out of here. I have to find Pete.
"PETE!"
The cottage door slowly opens.
I hold the chains in my hands so I can use them to attack or defend myself.
The door wide open causes the sun's rays to enter the room more forcefully, making my eyes blink instinctively.
And then I see a big bright smile that warms my heart every day.
"Good morning, Vegas! Finally you woke up! It's already noon! I brought your lunch.
"Fuck, Pete! You scared me! You can't disappear like this" I frown at him.
"Easy, Vegas...I was only absent for a few minutes to get lunch. You were sound asleep. I didn't want to disturb you."
"And about this chain on my wrist? Have you done this?"
"Mhmm"
"Why?"
Pete approaches the bed carrying the lunch tray.
He drops the tray on the nightstand, turns on some background music. He sits next to me and caresses my face.
[Don't be afraid
Love is the way
Shawty I got it
You can call me monster]
Artist: k-pop group Exo ("Monster")
"It's a punishment." A mischievous grin forms on his face.
"What? A punishment? Why?" I ask, not understanding.
Pete kiss my lips provocatively.
"You can't run from your lust past, Vegas." He whispers in my ear (6).
And then he smiles radiantly again, opening the plate lid.
"Ta-da!"
"Sh**...I can't eat this, Pete."
"Why not? It's southern food. Hmmm...smell that...delicious. Taste it."
"That dish has the color of hell! You know I can't eat very spicy food!"
"Open your mouth, Vegas!" Pete brings a full spoon close to my mouth. Devilish smile.
"I can't" I try to pull my face away.
"Aish" Pete puts the spoon in his mouth and then brings his lips to mine.
I feel my mouth on fire. Because of the southern dish...both dishes.
I flip over Pete, making him lie down on the bed.
I lift his arms over his head and wrap his wrists around using the chain. We are now tied together.
"I told you spicy food tastes good, Vegas"
"Pete...I love the way you taste."
Background music
[I'm creeping in your heart babe
dwijibgo muneoteurigo samkyeo (I'll flip you over, break you down and swallow you up)
geurae neol humchyeo tamnikhae (I'll steal you and indulge in you)
nel mangchyeo noheum geoya (I'm gonna mess you up)
ni mansoke gakindoen chae (I'm engraved in your heart)
jukeodo yeongwonhi sallae (So even if I die, I'll live forever)
(Come here girl) You call me monster
(You call me monster)
ni mameuro deureogalge (I'll go into your heart)]
Artist: k-pop group Exo ("Monster")
The End.