Amidst the unspoken tension, Macau brought up the topic of the 100-day party, a celebration awaited by the elders. Vegas, expressing his displeasure, unknowingly tightened his grip on Pete's arm, causing him to groan in pain. An apology followed, and Pete, excusing himself, left the room.
Later that evening, as Pete walked towards his room, he was abruptly pulled into Macau's quarters. Pressed against the closed door, Macau's body bore down on him, and Pete, feeling the force, tried to push him away.
"I have waited so long... Please," Macau pleaded, his words revealing a depth of longing and frustration that had been building up over time.
Pete, aware of the potential consequences, voiced his concern, "Someone would see us... your smell would linger on my body."
However, Macau, seemingly undeterred, found allure in the idea. "That would be so good... you know the urgency I feel to hold you and smell you," he admitted, revealing the intensity of his desires.
The seductive exchange between Pete and Macau took a turn when Pete playfully bit Macau, the atmosphere charged with a mix of desire and teasing. However, the mood shifted abruptly as Macau teasingly pinched Pete, causing a groan of pain from him.
Concern etched on his face, Macau noticed the bruising on Pete's lower abdomen, and anger flickered in his eyes. He forcefully tried to lift Pete's T-shirt to assess the damage, encountering resistance. The revelation of the bruising brought a surge of anger.
"Did he do that to you?" Macau demanded, the anger evident in his tone.
"No! It was my fault... so calm down, okay?" Pete responded, attempting to downplay the situation.
In a tender moment, Pete held Macau's face gently, reassuring him that everything was fine. "Look me in the eye... Everything is okay... Calm down," Pete consoled, his words carrying a soothing tone.
Macau, visibly relieved, hugged Pete, seeking comfort in his embrace. Pete reciprocated by gently patting Macau's head, a smirk playing on his face.
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Day of celebration for welcoming Venice into this world.
Pete, despite the visible scars that marked half of his face and the disability in one leg, exuded an air of opulence. He was adorned from head to toe in luxurious attire, from a distinctive necklace to bracelets, and even a unique pearl earring. His lavish appearance extended to a fur shawl laid across his leg, providing both warmth and an additional touch of extravagance. A walking stick, crafted from the finest wood and crowned with gold, served as both a support and a statement piece.
As a group of omega individuals approached Pete, their flattering words couldn't hide the realization that they were in the presence of someone incomparable. Pete's attire wasn't merely about wealth; it spoke of a status that couldn't be bought with money alone.
In the complex hierarchy of the Major family, it was evident that Pete occupied a position that went beyond material wealth, establishing him as a figure of significance and influence.
As Porsche and Kinn made their entrance together, a ripple of surprise coursed through the gathering. Vegas, maintaining a cordial smile, welcomed them in, masking any underlying tensions for the sake of the event.
The two seated themselves and engaged in socializing, their joint appearance raising eyebrows. The history of their relationship, once soured, was a topic that lingered in the minds of many attendees. Some feared the potential resurgence of Porsche's influence, while others saw an opportunity to maneuver their family omegas to Kinn's sphere of influence.
Porsche's eyes inadvertently wandered to Pete, noticing a significant change in his appearance. Pete's body seemed weakened as if he had lost a considerable amount of weight.
As eyes collectively turned toward Pete, it wasn't just Porsche who found his gaze drawn to the enigmatic figure. Macau, unable to resist the magnetic pull, stole glances toward Pete intermittently.
Close by, Phayu positioned himself near Pete, seizing the opportunity to be in his presence. Pete, in turn, cherished the closeness.
In the midst of the gathering, Pete, mindful of the complexities and potential dangers, had hidden Gun away from prying eyes. As others indulged in alcohol, Pete refrained from partaking, his attention elsewhere.
Seizing a moment of solitude, Pete excused himself to feed the infant quietly. However, his solitude was abruptly interrupted when Porsche, with his signature smile, appeared.
"You know, his nose is just like yours," Porsche commented, an observation that caught Pete off guard. Pete instinctively stepped back, his gaze darting outside for a semblance of security.
"Don't worry, they'll be busy for a while," Porsche assured, adding an element of intrigue to the conversation.
"Why are you here?" Pete questioned, his guarded demeanor suggesting wariness and uncertainty about Porsche's presence.
"I...I am"
As Pete calmly put Venice back in the cradle, buttoning up his shirt, Porsche, grappling with the weight of unspoken words, struggled to find an explanation. Pete, sensing the unease in the air, spoke with a calm authority, "You should leave."
Porsche, regaining his confidence, asserted, "I will let you run away from here."
Pete, shocked at the audacity of Porsche's proposition, listened as Porsche continued, "You know it's difficult to hide from Vegas, but I can hide you from him."
"And how would you do that?" Pete inquired, suspicion lacing his words.
"I can give you a place to live and provide everything necessary," Porsche offered as if casting himself as a savior in Pete's narrative.
Pete, processing Porsche's words, couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong in his absence. The audacious offer from Porsche, considering their complex history marked by broken trust, left Pete questioning the motives and intentions of those around him.
Pete's smirk played on his lips as he observed the shadow lingering at the entrance. "You're as sick in the head... you should see a doctor," Pete remarked, his tone cutting.
Continuing with a measured disdain, he added, "I would rather believe that a snake won't bite than believe you..." With a sudden increase in volume, Pete shouted, "Anyone out there! Take this person out!"
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