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Part 23

Vegas noticed Pete and, with a gentle touch, patted his cheeks, softly calling his name. Pete, however, remained fixated on the ceiling, the weight of unspoken thoughts evident in his gaze.

Finally, Pete spoke, breaking the heavy silence, "Why does it have to be me?" He locked eyes with Vegas, seeking answers in the depths of their shared history.

"It's always been you," Vegas replied, his tone carrying a mixture of conviction and tenderness.

"But you don't love me," Pete asserted, the pain evident in his words.

"I really do... and I will be proving it for the rest of our lives," Vegas vowed, his commitment echoing through the room.

"People who love each other don't hurt each other," Pete stated, a plea in his eyes.

"I am doing this for your own good... Sometimes I just lose my temper... I won't ever do that to you again," Vegas promised

In a moment of apparent reconciliation, Vegas reassuringly held Pete's hand.

"How about this! I will let you meet the kids, okay? So please stop being angry with me and let's patch up," Vegas proposed, his tone a mix of nonchalance and excitement. The offer hung in the air, a dubious bargain where Pete felt the weight of the situation — Vegas holding Pete's children hostage and now bargaining for Pete's access to them.

Despite the wrongness of the arrangement, Pete found himself tempted by the offer. The longing to see his children outweighed the reservations about the terms. Vegas, with a smile, sealed the tentative agreement with a kiss, expressing affection and playfulness.

"Pete, please be a good boy!" Vegas pampered him, showering kisses on Pete's face. "Pete is a good boy!" The complex dance of power and vulnerability continued

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In the Major family, a web of intrigue continued to unravel. Kinn, taken aback by Porsche's unexpected presence, questioned him with suspicion.

"What are you doing here?" Kinn inquired, his tone edged with distrust.

Undeterred, Porsche made himself comfortable, a sly smile playing on his lips. "I have a proposal... which would be beneficial for both of us."

"And what would that be?" Kinn pressed.

"Plan to decrease Vegas' influence... or maybe his death," Porsche declared with a chilling directness.

Kinn raised an eyebrow, probing further, "What would you get in return? His gold mine or drug supply chain?"

Porsche, for a moment, didn't reply, allowing the weight of the unsaid to hang in the air.

Kinn, finding a dark humor in the situation, chuckled, "Don't tell me you actually want the Minor family throne... you are going to fight for the crown." His mocking smile grew as he sarcastically clapped his hands. "How delusional could you be?"

Porsche's eyebrows furrowed, a hint of tension emerging in response.

"If even you could take down Vegas... Every enemy of his won't be at his wit's end," Kinn added, laying bare the intricate dynamics at play in this dangerous game for power.

Porsche, with a half-laugh and an air of nonchalance, responded, "I don't want to be in this wreathed family... trust me... In return for my help, you would hand over Pete to me."

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