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Vegas found himself entangled in a web of conflicting emotions. The news of Phayu turning out to be a blood protector of the highest degree, coupled with the flood of trinkets and congratulatory messages for the birth of a son, created a tumultuous atmosphere.
Even the elder and blind priest had sent letters urging Vegas to initiate an early ceremony for the newborn. The prospect of the child becoming a powerful blood protector fueled their eagerness for a swift initiation.
Vegas, his eyes shifting to the delivery from Porsche, felt a surge of frustration. Porsche's extravagant gifts for Pete, amid the celebratory messages, added to Vegas' foul mood. The room, filled with tokens of well-wishing and anticipation, seemed to close in on him.
Vegas, seeking solace from the turmoil within, walked out of the lounge and embarked on a long detour through the garden on a golf cart. The lush surroundings, usually a source of tranquility, now served as a backdrop to his contemplations.
As the cart meandered, it finally reached the secluded building in the west of the estate. This hidden ground held the secrets and challenges Vegas preferred to keep at a distance—the place where he had stashed away what he considered a nuisance.
The arrival of the uninvited guest had set off a chain reaction of dread in Pete. His situation, already complex and fraught with challenges, took a turn for the worse. Now, even meeting his own children depended on Vegas' unpredictable moods, and Pete felt the weight of this reality.
On one of the relatively good days, Pete had been able to care for his kids. Phayu, the eldest among them, sensed the impending tension as he saw Vegas' arrival. Fearing the potential consequences, Phayu ran to Pete, a mix of fear and concern etched on his face. He knew all too well that Vegas' presence often brought uncertainty, and there was a tangible dread that Pete might be taken away from them.
In a hurried moment of anxiety, Pete whispered to Phayu, "Go, hide in your room." Phayu, understanding the urgency, darted away to find refuge, leaving Pete with Venice in his arms, the infant peacefully lulled to sleep.
The weight of responsibility and the uncertainty of Vegas' arrival pressed on Pete. He gazed at Venice, a mix of protective love and worry in his eyes, before making a swift decision. Pete hurriedly moved, cradling the sleeping child, towards the nursery. Every step resonated with the urgency of the situation.
Vegas, quick to follow, was another heartbeat behind. The atmosphere crackled with tension as Pete navigated the delicate task of safeguarding his children from the unpredictable currents of the Major family dynamics.
"Vegas..." Pete began, his voice laden with an uneasy tension.
"You didn't return..." Vegas's words hung in the air, a heavy reminder of the shifting dynamics between them.
"I..." Pete faltered, the fragility and sensitivity in his demeanor revealing the toll of Vegas's erratic and unpredictable behavior over time.
Vegas, in a surprising moment of tenderness, gently patted Pete's head as his eyes rested on the peacefully sleeping Venice in the cradle. Pete, despite the gentleness, shivered at the touch.
Seemingly drawn by a mix of affection and possessiveness, Vegas proceeded to sniff and kiss Pete, deepening the intimate moment. However, the unexpected interruption came from behind, as Macau entered the room.
The peculiar dynamics of the Major family continued even during a seemingly ordinary tea time. Vegas, in a display of possessiveness, didn't let Pete leave his lap, a gesture that drew narrowed eyes from Macau, observing the interaction keenly.
Part 23
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