[WARNING: angst beyond this point]
-Pete's pov-
[1 month into marriage]
"You seriously just know when to quit do you?" I said to Vegas, who was laying half on and half off the couch with a bottle of liquor in his hands, absolutely shit faced. He looked up and smiled at me
"Hey baby!~ you're home- i missed you so much" he slurred through his sentence "Don't 'hey baby' me. Vegas do you know what time it is right now? And you're sitting here on our couch drunk off your ass!" I scolded.
"What's with the yelling huh?" he asked and lifted his eyebrow, getting up from his seated position on the couch, stumbling over his feet just a little towards me. I backed up in slight fear of what would possibly happen.
"You seriously need to stop getting drunk all the time Vegas, it's absolutely infuriating!" I said, raising my voice a slight bit. "As far as i'm aware, pete, you have no say of what i consume into my own person, am i correct?" he said, inching closer and closer to me. I stared at him dead-set in his face and held up my left hand, showing the ring that he had placed on my finger just a month before "I think this is enough to symbolize my say in your out of hand drinking problem, you alcoholic!" I yelled.
He raised his hand and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor with a burning sensation in my right cheek.
"You slapped me." I said softly, "YOU FUCKING SLAPPED ME VEGAS." I said, my blood boiling with anger
"Maybe you'll learn to watch your mouth for some things" he said and fixed his ring. "God why did I even agree to marry you!" i yelled and ran up stairs, his angered footsteps tailing behind me
I started grabbing a set of clothes and putting them into a bag "where are you going?!" he yelled "somewhere until you can calm your shit!" I yelled back, as he grabbed my wrist, preventing me from putting anything in the bag "Vegas. Let go." i said through my teeth "no. you're staying here" he retorted
"you can't make me" I said
And then a burning sensation on my left cheek was felt, tears now welding in my eyes threatening to fall, I raised my hand to slap him back, his face now turned to the side and i spoke through my tears
"If i would've known you'd be like this i would've never married you, i really thought i could change you Vegas, but your too deep for me to save"
I took his hand from my wrist and put my things in my bag and pushed him out of the way walking downstairs and out the door.
"I appreciate you letting me stay here Cau" i said walking into the minor family house, "and on short notice too" i added
"No problem phi, anything for someone who chose to stay with Hia. Something's wrong i assume because hia is not here with you like normal" Macau questioned, I let out a sigh
"I don't even want to talk about that Hia of yours. I'm currently contemplating my marriage with him at the moment." i scoffed "wow and only a month in, Hia you fucked up bad i guess" Macau laughed
"I'd say he fucked up badly" i sighed and put my bag down next to the couch, taking a seat on it
"What did he do now?" He asked, "He was drinking, and he-" i started "nevermind, it's unimportant at the moment anyways I don't even want to think about it" i said and laid down on the couch "Okay then Phi, I won't pry on your marriage with my idiot Hia" Macau said "You're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like Phi, you're always welcome here" he added before leaving the room to do whatever
My phone was constantly being blown up by Vegas, I ignored them all.
-A week later-
I woke up on the couch, I've been staying at the minor family house, out of my own home with Vegas. He has been blowing up my phone ever since I left.
Just as i had opened my eyes my phone rang, yet another phone call from Vegas
I decided to answer this time
'Pete?! Oh my god you finally answered, where are you? Are you okay?' he spoke, his voice horse
"I'm fine." I answered with a yawn, 'where are you?' He repeated, "I'll come home when I feel like it, Vegas." i said bluntly 'Baby look i'm sorry.. I wasn't in my right mind, you know i would never hurt you' he said with a small sigh
His words were genuine, but his actions explained otherwise.
"Are you really sorry? Am I supposed to feel bad now?" I sat up from the couch, my elbows now placed on my knees with the phone still to my ear, my head hung low.
'Baby I'm not trying to make you feel bad, I truly am sorry..' he said and sighed 'baby, please come home, i-i need you more than anything, just please..' he snivilled "I'll come back once every ounce of liquor is out of that house." I said 'consider it done, I'll do it right now' he said, slightly sniffling
Was he really crying right now? Shouldn't I be the one in full tears? The person I signed away my last name too decided to hit me under the influence and yet he's the one crying?
I guess I have to understand it though.. I did leave.
I ended the call and let out a frustrated groan
"Was it Hia?" a voice said from behind me, i jumped and turned around
"Oh, Macau, It's just you. Yeah it was "I said and sighed in relief "are you finally going home?" he asked "you say that as if you don't want me here any longer" i laughed lightly "No, that's not it Phi, i'm just saying." Macau stated "But to answer your question, yeah, I am going home today, maybe in a few minutes or so" i said and looked at my bag "do you want me to call you one of the guards to drive?" he asked "no no it's fine, i'll just take a taxi" i said
[timeskip]
The house looked quieter than usual.
I walked up to the door and opened it, the sounds of footsteps heard running down the stairs
"Pete?" i heard
I set my bag down by the door as Vegas appeared at the bottom of the stairs "Pete!" he said and ran to hug me "oh my pete" he said and caressed my hair fast, held my face and looked at me for any wounds and whatnot "where have you been? I've been worried sick" he said, frantic.
"I was at Macau's place, don't worry" I said, he relaxed and let out a sigh of relief
"Please don't ever leave me like that again, pete. You're all I have to love" he said and hugged me tightly "there's better people than me, Vegas." I said and hugged him back, resting my head on the front of his shoulder.
"Why would I find 'better people' when I have you, I chose you, I married you. You are all i need in this life" he said
Then treat me like it then..
[2 months after marriage]
Emotional disconnect; 2nd month into marrying Vegas, I felt like I was constantly walking on eggshells.
'I'll be home late tonight.' Vegas said on the other end of the phone "kind of figured, it's already 7 and you're not home, I put your dinner in the fridge." I said while washing the dishes of dinner from eating alone, once again.
'I'm sorry, I couldn't be home for dinner tonight' he apologized, I was so used to it by now.
"It's fine, Vegas." I said, little to no emotion in my voice.
'Thank you for understanding, Pete.' he said, 'I love you' he added
"Yeah.. Anytime, I love you too hun" i said and cut the line
Another lonely night, another quiet house.
I sighed and leaned against the sink, my palms facing in-wards. I snapped to my senses and turned off the water and dried my hands and turned the lights off to the kitchen, living room, and the main hallway, then went upstairs where mine and Vegas's shared room was.
I took a long hot shower, and got into sleep wear, a big tee, shorts, and one of Vegas's hoodies.
Us being different sizes, I drowned in his hoodies. But they gave me the most comfort while sleeping.
I went over to the bed and laid down, pulling the sleeves of the hoodie down over my hands. I put the sleeves to my nose and smelled the intoxicating scent of my nowhere to be seen husband.
"I love you Vegas, i wish you weren't so caught up in work that we can actually be together more" I said to myself before closing my eyes and falling asleep.
[1:45 am]
I woke up slightly to the sound of the door opening, I've always been a light sleeper.
A groan was heard from the doorway, footsteps now approaching the bed and the pressure weighing down on the other side.
I shuffled and turned around to see Vegas.
Still wrapped in the blankets and Vegas's hoodie, I looked at his back side with big eyes.
He turned around slightly
"Did I wake you up baby?" he asked in a soft tone "don't worry about it, how was work?" I asked with a yawn "tiring per usual, let me get out of these clothes and I'll come to bed, okay?" he said, I nodded and he got up and went into the bathroom with clothes in his hand.
[timeskip]
Vegas exited the bathroom wearing nothing but gray sweatpants, he climbed in the bed with me, wrapping me in his embrace, placing a light kiss on my forehead.
"Is this my hoodie?" he asked, again I nodded in response.
"It looks cute on you" he said as I weakly pushed his shoulder from being flustered.
"I didn't want to sleep alone, so this was the next best option" I said tiredly "I'll try to come home earlier so this isn't a problem. Okay?" he said, placing another kiss on my forehead and falling asleep once more.
[In the morning]
I woke up, in bed alone. Normal occurrence.
I rolled my eyes and sighed before getting out of bed, getting ready to do things around the house
When a message from my phone sounded off
[Porsche: Pete! Arm, Pol, and Tankhun are going to the bar. Wanna join?]
I opened the message and responded
[message box: porsche]
Pete: sounds like a blast, but I'll have to decline.
Porsche: pete you haven't been out with us in a few months! Are you sure?
Pete: I just don't want Vegas to be angry.
Porsche: Is everything alright?
{seen}
I shut off my phone. I didn't know how to respond to the question, Nor did I want people to worry about me.
Taking a deep breath i then exited the bathroom and down the stairs, and just like clockwork the front doorbell rang, i stopped in my tracks and approached the door and looked through the peephole, noticing who it was i opened the door
"Owh, Macau what are you doing here? Does your brother know? I don't want him to be mad about people showing up randomly" I said slightly and let him in
"I'm his younger brother, if he has a problem with it he can come to me about it, don't worry Phi." Macau said as i nodded
"So, the cause of your visit?" I asked as he set his jacket on the hanger by the door
"Just checking in on things, you know, am i not allowed to come visit you Phi" Macau said and laughed lightly "Porsche texted you and you rushed over as soon as possible, didn't you?" I asked with an eyebrow raised and my arms crossed as he looked at me.
"How are you that good at guessing Phi" Macau sulked "I just have a feeling" I stated and closed the door behind Macau.
"So why didn't you go with Porsche?" he asked and sat on the couch, I took a seat on the couch across from him "I don't want to bother with your brother while he is at work" I said
"But you're his husband, it shouldn't be an issue, no?" Macau said "I know, It's just- I don't know" I sighed.
"Phi, is something bothering you? I may be young but I can still help." he said and softened his gaze towards me, I smiled a bit.
"I just don't want to make your brother mad by being a bother to him at work, plus Porsche is going to a bar, I gave up drinking a while ago. I don't drink unless it's an event." I said "a hundred percent sure? Nothing else is bothering you?" He asked "Yes, Cau, I'm sure" i said
[timeskip: 11pm]
Macau had finally left the house, and I was now in the kitchen about to cook.
I hesitantly decided to call Vegas to ask him what he had wanted for dinner.
'Hey honey, what's up? A bit tied up in work at the moment' Vegas said as soon as he answered. "Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask you what you wanted for dinner" I said 'Anything you make is fine hun, can I call you back in a minute I'm getting another call' he said "mhm, sure" I hummed in response and ended the call placing my phone on the counter.
I started getting out ingredients to cook with, eventually starting to cook.
A little bit later, I was sitting on the barstool waiting for the food I had on the stove to finish cooking. When a pair of hands wrapped around my waist
I screamed and turned around and saw Vegas, i placed my hand over my heart and started breathing quickly
"MY GOD VEGAS." I yelled "I'm sorry i scared you baby" he said stepping closer and wrapping me in his embrace "god you asshat" I said and hugged him back as he laughed
"It's not funny, I nearly had a heart attack, vegas." I said and pinched his side as he winced a bit
"Ohoho.. My poor baby" he said, now cupping my face in his hands "what are you cooking?" he asked "curry" I answered "Smells amazing" he said and placed a peck on my forehead.
[3 months after marriage]
"God you are such an asshole!" I yelled "Oh! I'm the asshole here? Really?!" he yelled back "yes! Why must you constantly overreact to the littlest things Vegas!" i yelled
This screaming match had been going on ever since we got home.
To shine some light on the situation, me and Vegas were out when a random guy came up and started to speak to me. Vegas and his overbearing jealousy blew the situation out of proportion, the guy was only asking me where something was.
"He was flirting with you pete! And I'M the asshole?!" he yelled
"HE WAS ASKING ME WHERE SOMETHING WAS FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME VEGAS! GOD WHY CAN YOU NOT SEEM TO PROCESS IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL." I screamed at him
"YOU ARE SO NAIVE" he yelled "SO ME TELLING SOMEONE WHERE SOMETHING IS IN A DAMN SUPERMARKET MAKES ME NAIVE? YOU KNOW WHAT I'LL CALL MACAU TO SETTLE THIS" I screamed again and pulled my phone out quickly
'Phi? Are you okay?' he asked as soon as he answered "would you tell your IDIOT brother that me telling someone in a store where something is doesn't make me naive!" I said, my blood boiling with anger
'Hia are you serious?' Macau said 'Phi i seriously don't know how you put up with this, Hia if he was just telling someone where something was that doesn't make him naive, it makes you insecure' he added "thank you Macau!" i said and rolled my eyes at Vegas and hung up the phone
"You're being insecure! Do you not trust me? I MARRIED YOUR ASS." I said. Vegas sat there, his jaw clenched looking at me with his arms crossed "seriously you are unbelievable" I said and walked upstairs and disappeared into the room.
[4 months into marriage]
It was a weekday, and I was in the house, alone, and doing some cleaning, which normally consisted of mopping, dusting, and picking up and putting things back in their original positions.
Well the picking up part and the mopping was done in certain rooms, other than the main living room and the corridor.
Normally I would dust the tv stand, the bookshelf and the coffee table that sits in the middle of the room, acting as a centerpiece to the room itself, and the top of the mini-cabinets.
Given it's been 4 months since we have gotten the mini-cabinets I decided to dust the inner side of them.
Opening the cabinet I sat in absolute enragement.
Three half empty bottles of liquor sat in the mini cabinet. The ones I had told Vegas to get rid of, not to hide so I wouldn't find it.
I brushed it off for now and took the three bottles aside and set them on the dining room table, and continued my cleaning.
This will be dealt with when he's home.
[timeskip: 11:37pm]
I sat at the table with the bottles in front of me waiting for the door to open, because he would be home soon.
"Honey? I'm home" the voice said and the sound of the front door clicked shut.
He walked in and saw me sitting at the table, my arms crossed and my blood boiling
"Are we drinking tonight?" he asked "didn't I say get rid of this? What is it still doing in the house?" I said, my patience running thinner by the second
"Bottles are expensive, you expected me to just throw them out?" he asked with a hint of attitude in his voice.
"I told you to get rid of them. So why did you hide them, and just think I wasn't going to find them" I said, now standing up and walking to the side of the table
"How did you even find them?" he asked, "cleaning."
I was pissed. Pissed isn't even a big enough word to describe my rage, I felt like I had been conned into coming back to the house.
I guess he sensed my anger because I noticed how his jaw clenched.
Things were about to go downhill, and very quickly.
"Whether or not I get rid of them is my business. Whether you found them and you're 'upset' about it is yours, don't drag me into it." he said, with air quotes. Walking a slight bit closer to me
"It IS my business, I told you to get rid of them. ALL of them. And I feel like I've been conned into some bullshit. You are at a total disregard to my feelings, Vegas, and my safety because you become a complete and utter asshole when you drink and you become out of control." I protested
Eventually the slightly calm but heated conversation turned into a screaming match, hands being used in speech, and harmful words being thrown around. Vegas protesting how his drinking problem isn't something I should meddle in, however it is my business because him being drunk puts me at risk of being harmed, he's an abusive drunk and completely uncontrollable whenever he is.
If he wasn't an abusive drunk I wouldn't have a problem with it, cause hell I understand needing a drink every now and then.
I guess I had hit a nerve with my next choice of words, because then the downhill peak hit.
"I should've left you when I had the chance, I had it way better with the main family."
Vegas through a vase, in my direction but I had enough time to dodge it and look at him in disbelief
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS VEGAS." I yelled, my entire body slightly shaking in fear.
My own husband just threw an entire vase at me.
He stepped closer to me, grabbing me by the neckline of my shirt.
Even sober he's still abusive, what's the point in even trying.
My eyes filled to the brim with tears, jerking them back because I don't want to feel weak in front of him.
My feet were slightly dangled off the ground from him lifting me up by my shirt.
"Don't you ever. EVER. Say that again." He gritted between his teeth and threw me onto the floor, my hand being stabbed by a piece of the fallen glass from the vase.
I hissed in pain from the now open wound on my palm, I looked up slowly at Vegas with my now glossy eyes, as he jerked his head to the side and walked up the stairs as a door slammed shut.
Now letting my tears flow freely. I got up from the floor and walked into the kitchen, running my hand under water. Hissing slightly at the running water through the wound.
After cleaning the wound, wrapping it. I looked up the stairs and shook my head and sighed.
I went to the couch and laid down.
Normal occurrence when things get heated between us, whoever was mad storms off and the other doesn't follow to avoid further issues coming.
Is this just gonna be the married life between me and Vegas? How long am I going to be able to stand this.
[5 months into marriage]
"Are you 100 percent sure you don't have work today?" I asked Vegas, who was sitting on the couch watching TV and casually enjoying a drag from his half lit cigarette.
"Yes honey I'm sure." He said and patted the seat next to me, I sat a few inches from him, causing him to pull me by my waist closer to him. Eventually giving in, I laid my head on his chest. He had offered me a drag from his cigarette as I kindly refused as I was trying to cut down on them myself.
I didn't mind that Vegas smoked every now and then, as long as it wasn't hard drugs like he had used to deal during his time under the minor family.
"What are you watching?" I asked, pointing with my head to the tv. "I don't actually know" he said and laughed lightly, I grabbed the remote and clicked the guide to the channels as he was watching a drama called "the Untamed" a show of which was released a while ago, I guess they were doing a playback on the series itself.
"Well there's your answer" Vegas said and laid back more on the couch, man spreading his legs placing one hand on the inner side of his thigh.
I wish we could have moments like these all the time.
I grow tired of walking on eggshells, and the constant screaming matches that would lead to more serious things.
Vegas grazed his thumb across my knuckles and had his eyes set on the TV.
"I love you, my pete." He said in a soft tone, completely out of nowhere, which so happened to catch me off guard.
"I love you too, Vegas" I said and moved my face into his chest, hiding.
"Are you shy?" He chuckled and rubbed my back, I shoved his leg "ohoho.. My baby." he said and kissed the top of my head
[6 months into marriage]
"You should learn to cook. Or at least help with some of the chores around here vegas." I said wiping my sweat with a towel just after cooking dinner, right after cleaning both floors of the house, which is a lot of space to cover for one person.
"I cook." he said, flipping the pages of his book, "rarely. But Vegas you need to pull some weight around here." I said and crossed my arms now standing to the side of him. "Like what?" he rolled his eyes slightly to look up at me "do some of the chores around the house??" I responded, raising an eyebrow "we have maids for a reason" he retorted and looked back at his book.
"Oh for fucks sakes Vegas you're a damn adult. You can't have maids do everything for you. I thought we promised each other a normal life, a normal life where you're not being fed off a gold spoon." I rolled my eyes in disbelief.
"Loads of people with normal lives have maids, I gave up the whole mafia business for us to have a normal life, and I hired maids to do the cleaning around the house, what is not normal about that?" vegas said, his voice growing annoyance by the second
"People with normal lives don't have maid's vegas. They do it themselves. Because they work hard, not only in their occupation." I protested and grabbed the book from his hands, marked it, and set it on the table "up." I said.
"Up?" Vegas repeated, confused
"Get up." I said, Adhering to my order he stood up, crossing his arms
I can see the thin line of patience he has and boy am I about to push it till it snaps.
No, it's not a bad thing, Vegas needs to learn to pull his damn weight around this house, because if anyone is going to feed him with a gold spoon it damn well will not be me.
Standing at the door of the bathroom that had not been cleaned yet, I stood with my arms crossed
"And why are you taking me into the bathroom?" he asked, god I think I actually married an idiot.
"Your first project, cleaning supplies are under the cabinet." I said with a sarcastic smile written on my face.
"Clean the bathroom?" He laughed. "what? Can't clean a bathroom?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
I knew exactly what I was doing, was I conning him into cleaning the bathroom by challenging him? Yes, yes I was. And I feel no remorse for doing so, he'll pull his damn weight somehow, and if this is the way to go then so be it.
"I can clean a damn bathroom." he scoffed, "Then do it, prove it, because I don't think you can." I said.
Oh and how my plan unfolded ever so beautifully. The look of slight rage written on Vegas's face said it all, challenge accepted.
He scoffed and walked in the bathroom, and he started cleaning.
"Want me to hover over you or can you do it by yourself hun?" I said with a smile "I can do it myself!" he protested
And so I left him alone, going into the living room and sitting down reading my book on psychology.
For what felt like hours, it had only been about thirty minutes or so. There has been nothing but cursing and banging coming from inside the bathroom, I concealed my laugh for the most part but sometimes I slipped and let out a little giggle every now and then
"Need any help in there!?" I called out "No! You stay there!!" he yelled back and another bang came from the bathroom "Fuck!" he yelled
It was absolutely hard to keep my laugh in.
Now sitting at an hour and fifteen minutes Vegas finally exits the bathroom, his white tee slightly wet and his hands covered in powder.
"All done?" I asked "yes." he said with a slight nod
I book-marked my book and got up and went to the bathroom, to my surprise it wasn't bad, a few spots he had missed but they were minor problems I could go back and fix
"Not bad right?" he said with a proud smile on his face, a cocky one he is.
"Not bad indeed, but you also missed cleaning the bathtub, the mirror and sweeping the floor in here" I critiqued his work "listen I did not just fight with a broom in here for you to say I didn't sweep." he said
"You see what I have to do in here? not even just in here but all over the house." I said as he sighed "are you going to start pulling your weight around here?" I asked him as he nodded hesitantly
"Good. Now go get cleaned up you look like a mess" I said, now facing him and moving his long hair out of the way of his face "a hot mess" he said with a slight smirk as I smacked his shoulder
"a cocky one. upstairs with you" I rolled my eyes.
[7 months into marriage]
[6:30 am]
I was pacing by the entrance in the corridor.
Why? Because my husband is nowhere to be found.
Phone completely shut off, messages are delivered, and calls going straight to voicemail.
My head was racing with thoughts and my heart sinking deeper within me with each passing minute.
Then I heard the sound of jangling keys, without any hesitation I swung open the door to see Vegas standing there looking at me in confusion, I took his face in my hands and looked around his features then examined his arms for any wounds and or bruises.
"What is up with you?" he asked "what is up with me? No no what is up with YOU! You've been gone for hours! No calls, no text. Vegas I was worried sick! Worried that something may have happened to you" I said, my voice full of panic. "You don't have to worry about me, I can sure as hell handle myself." Vegas protested and pushed past me going inside. I followed behind him, shutting the door firmly and standing behind him, facing his backside.
"You should still keep me in the loop, Vegas. Who knows you could've died! I could've lost you! And- and I would've never known.." my voice cracked, tears slightly streaming down my cheek
"Where I go is my business, love." Vegas said "But what if you don't come back? What if one day you don't come home and I'm watching the news and they find a dead body on the street and it's you, Vegas you don't understand how much that eats at me.." I cried, Vegas turned around and came closer to me wrapping me in a hug
"I can't lose you, you asshole" I cried more, my tears staining his shirt "you won't lose me, who am I? Hm? I'm your husband, that's who.. There's no way I'm ever leaving you, my pete" he assured me, rubbing my back in small circles trying to calm me.
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Authors note;
Hello guys! So I decided with my editor that we'll upload this chapter today to get it out of the way so you all can have some peace for the next coming chapters. I will heads up this book isn't very long, but if you read until the end I will promise your going to love what happens- anywho I'm off to write Vegas's obituary after this chapter because I feel like a lot of you guys will be in raged with him. Hope you all enjoy my writing as much as I love writing these story's, your comments and reads and votes matter a lot to me, not because of popularity but because I can see how people enjoy it and their thoughts and it inspires me to keep going ❤️ much love
-author DJ