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Part-11

"Khun...Mr. Macau has chosen clothes for you to wear.."

The fabric was soft and one look and Pete knew this was expensive. He clenched his fist and tried to calm down. Trying to figure out what the other party wants.

He knew he didn't have much of a choice.
When he looked himself in the mirror he almost didn't identify himself.
Macau cleared his throat to get his attention and walked up to him. He has a smile on his face as if satisfied with himself.
He was like a child who likes to play dressing up the dolls.
The red suit fits his body perfectly. Pete just closed his eyes and sighed he knew fighting won't bring a result right now.
"Now you look like the mistress of this house"
"Can I see my son now...I did whatever you told me to do. "
Macau ignored his comment and picked up a necklace
"This is a 64-carat diamond necklace...."
Pete looked at Macau's reflection almost pleading.
Macau put the necklace around Pete's neck.
He paused a bit and looked at his and Pete's reflection in the mirror. A smile bloomed on his face. It felt just right watching them together.
His eyes moved to the mating mark around Pete's neck and various hickeys.
His finger subconsciously touched it making Pete flinch and back away.
Macau gained back his momentum and backed away.
"Phayu is okay..... He is playing downstairs. You can go and meet him now....."
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At 7 everyone assembled at the gate to welcome their Master back.
Vegas came in with a smell of blood. He was in a happy mood.
He just destroyed one of the Japanese gang hideouts and there were no casualties. Just a minor injury to a few of the people.
His eyes moved around and quickly fell on Pete.
Pete was attractive on normal days but today he looked extra spicy for Vegas.
He has stepped up to Pete and caged him in his arms.
"You dressed up for me..."
He has an enchanting smile on his face. Macau's smile gets frozen as he watches Vegas scenting Pete and ravaging his lips in front of everyone. Bodyguards hooting for their head alpha. Pete seems very small in Vegas' arms. Pete caught whatever he could to ground himself. He continuously tried to create space but Vegas didn't seem to have his fill. When Vegas left him, Pete was trying his best to catch a breath. His eyes have turned glassy and his lips and cheek turned a deeper shade of red. His body weight shifted on Vegas as he used him as support.
The welcome party was just a sorry excuse for people drinking and fucking around. Escorts were bought for pleasing the winner of today's war.
Pete sat like a doll next to Vegas who was laughing and listening to stories by his
men. He was familiar with this environment and more so part of this culture in the past. 
Escort flirting with men around the room. He stepped out to get some air and half an hour later someone came to tell him master wants him back.
When he went back inside where he saw Tawan sitting on a chair next to Vegas.
While he stood there and he seem to recognize the tension in the air.
There was no seat empty here.
No one made a move to get up and leave a chair for Pete.
"Oh sorry....it seems like I sat at your seat.... would you mind if I..."
Pete knew these were words said just for the sake of saying but he didn't mind at all. Before Pete could make a comment. Vegas dragged his body and made him sit on his lap.
Pete feeling incredibly uncomfortable tried moving but was restrained by Vegas' grip.
"Don't move if you don't want to fucked right now"
Vegas whispered in Pete's ear making him extremely quiet and well-behaved.
Pete knew this was not an empty threat and more like a warning
Vegas could actually do that.
Tawan clenched his fist while he smiled at everyone present.
Vegas listened to mocking waves of laughter while his hands constantly massaged Pete like an owner petting his cat.
Pete just silently drank sitting in Vegas' arms. A drink after another. He just wanted to knock himself out. His eyes moved around the room as he drank his 15th glass. The numbing feeling taking over him. He leaned back without any thought in his mind. Making himself comfortable and using Vegas' body as a cushion. He doesn't remember when kicked his shoes away while sighing and rolling deeply into Vegas' arms.

Vegas was taken aback for a moment. Pete never initiates physical contact with him. He sighed and carried him back to their room. Tucking him in gently with a blanket.