PITBABE - ENGLISH - Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Babe walked quickly to the safe house. The guards walking around the house and standing in various places bowed their heads to him and had no intention of interfering as everyone was asked to treat Babe the same way they would treat their own boss. Because of this, Babe often feels like a young mob boss, and that's a little odd.
Babe went straight into the house. He turned right through the door into the small hall where his host was sitting waiting for him. And it was just as the guards at the front had said, as soon as he walked through the door, Babe found the person he was looking for sitting on the sofa eating snacks and juice, looking very comfortable.
"Way held me down and threw me to the ground twice."
The hip-legged man complained as soon as he arrived, causing the homeowner to sit up and blink, unable to keep up with the situation
"Is it true?"
"It looks like it hurts."
"Okay, tonight I will call a masseuse for you. Is that okay?"
"Pete!" The owner of the voice has a stern face, while Pete looks clueless. The young Enigma raised a glass of mixed fruit juice and sucked it gently. He nodded and told Babe to come over and sit down, rather than standing straight with his hands on his hips, like he meant to scold him.
"If you don't play hard, things won't go smoothly," Pete said, smiling and moving the dessert plate in front of Babe.
"But he said he would do it gently," Babe grumbled angrily but his hand still moved to take a large cake, biting it and chewing it as if he wasn't annoyed. "He grabbed me and put me on his shoulder, then threw me to the ground until my tailbone almost broke."
"Okay, I'll scold him."
"Scold him severely!!!"
"So, did you get it?"
Pete asked with a hopeful look on his face. Meanwhile, Babe, who was eating snacks, casually leaned back on the sofa and put his hands in his trouser pockets, before taking out a small object and casually throwing it at Pete.
"Good." The Enigma accepted it with a satisfied smile seeing his two younger siblings who had completed their task well, even though it took a lot of fighting before the work could begin. "Are you sure no one saw it?"
"I don't think he saw it. He must have thought Babe was crazy."
"Not strange at all."
"What?"
"No, I said you were great!" Pete smiled shyly before taking the laptop and placing it on his lap, then connecting it to the small camera he and Way had helped put together.
Of course not, it's easy to get it.
In the past, Way had made the offer to Babe but he accepted it without any confidence. But the next day, he actually took him to meet Pete as agreed. Babe admits that at first he didn't believe it at all. Whether it was Way or Pete, especially when he got here and found guards roaming everywhere, it made no difference to the house. He even felt that it was more dangerous here that he hesitated and almost changed his mind if it weren't for him being willing to open up and talk to Pete first.
Pete looked very different than he thought. At first, he thought the guy would look scary, like the Italian Mafia or something. But in reality, the first time he saw Pete was when he was taking a flower arranging course in the park with a Shih Tzu. (He later learned that his name was Banzai) and the man's appearance was clean and kind, like the doctors in the hospital. And as soon as he saw him, Pete rushed to greet Babe in a friendly manner, who didn't look at all like the Mafia in his head.
Way said that Pete couldn't take anything his father could do. Whether it's about business or about raising children who have special abilities and take advantage of them. Therefore, he tried to find a way to escape, which of course was not easy. Even if he could escape, Pa could still follow and pull him back. Therefore, Pete had to look for a new big tree that was sturdy and strong enough to be used as a new home with the same views as those he adhered to. And most importantly, it had to be a home that could protect him from his father.
Kreuz is a business group of traders who trade in this area. The organization was born from togetherness to create a trade network and expand areas of influence, purely for business reasons, but in fact, the organization was already involved in underground circles before. But after Victor, the new president of Kreuz, or agency head Pete, took over the position of the old president. Kreuz was completely reformed until it became a legitimate business alliance and was no longer immoral. During the transition and formation period, there were many problems and obstacles. Just then, Pete arrives and asks to work with Victor, Pete's respected German Boss. And with the same determination, combined with Pete's abilities, he also took part in organizational reform. This made Victor trust him so much that he hired Pete as his right hand man to help with all management.
So when the little bird fell and landed on a new big tree, the harm it received from the old tree could no longer do anything to it. And now, Pete had more power than the man had ever had.
That day, Babe sat and talked with Pete for most of the day to find points that supported the idea. He shouldn't have trusted this man, but the more they talked, the more he trusted him. Babe feels that Pete is very different from Tony. He was the one standing on the other side. This means that Pete clearly has more truth and conscience than the old dog. Of course, he still didn't plan to confide in Pete, just because they talked for one day. But what that person said to him, it made him feel braver. And because of that, he decided to officially work with Pete from that day on.
Pete has the evidence in his hands. But, to truly take Tony down, they need more than that. Therefore, the people responsible for going in and retrieving it were him and Way. Pete's plan was much simpler than he thought. He uses Way, who can enter and exit any room in the house, to act as a thief to break in and steal Tony's business information. All important documents were kept in a secret room on the top floor of the house that only Tony could usually access. With Pete's knowledge of having already set foot inside it, it allowed him to know exactly how many important items were in there.
Way's job was to sneak in there, then use a small camera to extract as much information as possible in the document. But the problem was that on days when things were normal, approaching the room was very difficult because there would always be guards around to guard it. So if you want to approach that room without being discovered, there must be an abnormal situation in the house. And that's Babe's job.
Babe's role is as a madman who wants to confront the old bitch and drag him into the network, without a plan and without a single weapon. Letting Babe into his office was very risky, because if Tony wanted to get rid of Babe, he could do it straight away. But fortunately the old man was too careless. Tony probably thought Babe couldn't do anything on his own. So, he let Babe rampage as he pleased.
However, of course he still wasn't careless to the point of being alone in the room with her. His trusted subordinates like Kenta had to stay by Tony's side, no different from a shadow. As for the other subordinates at home, they were specially summoned to stand guard in Tony's office. Because, no matter how important those documents are, the most important thing in the house is Tony. And Pete knows this well. He then uses this loophole as a precursor to classic plans, such as making Way a secret agent and Babe as bait.
Babe's job is to distract everyone and cause chaos until Way collects all the evidence. Afterwards, Way would come to his father's office to confirm his identity and clearly show whose side he was on, by taking the responsibility of dragging Babe out.And finally, he throws Babe out of the house, as if he was the one who threw him out. Though, the truth is that he helped Babe escape for good.
That's how it all happened.
Simple plan, high risk, but the results were more successful than expected.
"So what do we do after this?" Babe raised his eyebrows and asked Pete. "Where are we going to send this evidence?"
"Sending? I won't send it anywhere."
"Oh?" From his seat, comfortably propped against the sofa, Babe jumped as soon as he heard Pete's answer. "If you didn't send it, why do you want me to take it? Do you know how risky that is?"
"I know, but listen first," Pete explained calmly. "If you secretly send the evidence, there's a chance that everything we did secretly will be lost."
"It means?"
"That is, the more people know, the more dangerous it is. Or, if we send it, there's a chance Pa will find it and destroy it first. And it will end there," said the tall figure in a calm voice, his eyes focused on the laptop screen, while his long fingers continued to press the keyboard as if he was tracing something. "And sending the evidence to the police is the stupidest choice. Because police work is not as important as money."
"So what are we going to do?" Babe asked, not really understanding what Pete was thinking. All I know right now is that the other person seems very relaxed, as if he is not worried about this plan at all.
"Make a live presentation"
"Ha?"
"Like this," Pete placed his laptop on the low table in front of him before turning the screen to face Babe. Then press the scroll down button to see all the documents that Way has taken, which is quite a lot. "If you send the entire file, it may be lost at any time."
"But if we put it out and make a live stream, lots of people will see it and it will be very difficult to get rid."
"Means...?"
"The media and netizens have more influence than the police, did you know?"
Babe looked at Pete's face and blinked as if he understood what the person was saying in his head and from the heavy processing by his brain, he was starting to understand where their plan would end.
"Right now... let's just relax, make a good presentation and wait for the presentation day," said Pete with a warm and friendly smile. Even though what was in other people's heads was extremely cunning, "Until then, we'll just display it to the best of our abilities."
"And I'm sure our group will definitely get full marks."
It won't be long before this will all be over.
Not long now, Charlie.
The current silence felt a bit unusual. Babe, who had just hung up on Alan, came out of the bedroom and frowned slightly, looking at the computer desk and not seeing the owner sitting there. In fact, before he left to discuss his business, the child was actually still sitting and working there.
But that doubt didn't last long. The beauty's slightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed when he looked into the living room and saw someone's legs sticking out from the edge of the sofa.
So high, his legs would dangle if he slept.
Should he buy a new sofa?
Babe chuckled and walked over to the couch. He stopped at the tall boy's feet and smiled when he saw the stupid boy sleeping with his mouth open. While his arms were loosely hugging a rabbit-shaped pillow. It seemed like this child had been waiting for him until he fell asleep.
Babe stood up and looked at Charlie, who lay there breathing evenly for a few moments. It was almost 6 pm now, their dinner time. And more importantly, he must not let this child sleep at this time because it will make him unable to sleep at night. And then he will become more lethargic than usual. Therefore, he should have woken the child up.
But he's so adorable. If he woke me up now, would he wake up upset?
Babe thought to himself and smiled. He crouched and sat on the edge of the sofa, before pressing a soft kiss to the back of his legs that extended beyond the sofa. He pressed kisses on both sides. Two or three times on each side without feeling disgusted. On the contrary, his smile grew wider when he saw Charlie's funny reaction. The boy pulled and folded his legs with his eyes still closed. The dark eyebrows knit together slightly in annoyance at being disturbed while sleeping. And that's the kind of attitude I like Babe the most.
"Um...don't kiss."
The sleepy child groaned softly before opening his eyes slowly. Charlie knew Babe was kissing his feet, even before he opened his eyes, because he always liked doing this lately.
"Get up..." Babe said as he stood up and walked in front of the sofa, before crouching down in front of a position that suited Charlie's face, "Eat first."
"What shall we eat?" Charlie turned sideways to see Babe more easily and asked hoarsely.
"I don't know. You can choose."
"You choose. I don't know what to eat."
"I don't know."
"So, do you want to eat me?"
"Okay," as soon as he finished speaking, Babe immediately rushed forward and kissed the young man on the cheek. The older man shook his head. pressing kisses from his cheek to the crook of his neck fiercely. As for the little boy who offered himself to Babe's dinner, he fell asleep laughing with joy.
"Enough. Ticklish..." Charlie tried to push Babe away. But Babe forced himself to kiss the young man's entire face and neck without giving up. "Babe— You kiss my feet and then kiss my face!"
"Yeah, feel the mouth kissing your feet!"
"Stop..."
"Why? Are you sick of your own feet?" Babe pulled away, making a seductive face. "I don't even mind at all."
"Well, because you love me."
"Hah!!"
Charlie smiled slightly before reaching out and touching the back of Babe's neck, then applied light pressure to get the other person to come closer. Which Babe works very well with. The figure brought his face closer to the young man lying on the sofa, before gently kissing his lips. They held the touch for a moment, then they slowly started moving and grinding their lips against each other. Babe's palm rested on Charlie's cheek and gently cupped the back of Babe's neck. They both kissed and put their tongues into their mouths intimately. However, that familiarity still made their hearts beat as fast as their first kiss.
From his seat at the bottom of the couch, Babe slowly rose to sit on top of Charlie. He kissed and hugged the young man tighter until he lay on top of him. Charlie's palm moved and touched the body of the person above him in a familiar way. He caressed his thin waist before slipping his hands into the other's shirt, touching the smooth, soft skin just the way he liked, and the touch made Babe feel just as good.
"Our mouths are a mess," Babe said softly after breaking the kiss. The slender finger moved to rub the corner of Charlie's mouth which was slightly stained with saliva from their kiss. Meanwhile, their faces were only a little distance apart. "How many kisses did you do? Why is it still a mess?"
"Because I'm not as good at kissing as you."
"So I will teach you."
"I wonder if you are still weak in training."
"Any more than that and your mouth will rot," Charlie chuckled at Babe's annoyed complaint. He felt that, since they agreed to become lovers, Babe looked much cuter. He liked to talk softly and sweetly to her, but of course that was only when the two of them were together and wanted to flirt. Most of the time, he is still the same.
"Baby"
"Hah?"
"Make a sweet sound."
"What?" Babe narrowed his eyes at him as if he was finding fault with him. "Why do I have to sound cute?"
"I want to listen."
"What."
"Do you want to?" Charlie gently ran his fingers across his soft cheeks out of habit. before continuing, "Can you say 'Daddy' and make sweet sounds like last night?"
"Daddy..." Babe said the words Charlie wanted. However, not with his sweet voice as he mentioned. The word 'Daddy' this time comes in a big voice that sounds more like a tall man with big muscles.
"Babe...," Charlie laughed, unable to stop himself from laughing at Babe's big voice. It doesn't look like his usual face at all. And that's the funniest thing. "Damn it!"
"Sweet, right?" Babe still pretended to make a loud voice. "Daddy?"
"It's really sweet," the tall man slightly pinched his cheek with his fangs. before raising his head and kissing the other person's lips quickly once again.
"You love me," Babe said, looking away. "Whatever I do is cute, right?"
"Did you know that?"
"Is there anything I don't know about your feelings for me? Oh, I know."
Charlie didn't want to argue with him because what Babe said was completely true about him loving her. He loves you so much that whatever he does, Babe always looks cute in his eyes. And because of that, you could say he's crazy about Babe even though they're officially dating.
"Glasses," Babe muttered softly as he moved his index finger to play with his face, as if examining every feature of his face. Starting from both eyebrows, the person slowly moves his fingertips along the eyebrows, down along the high bridge of the nose. "Why are you so handsome?"
"Hah?" Charlie made a sound in his throat before laughing softly, surprised by the other person's question. "Am I handsome?"
"Yes."
"Didn't you say I have a stupid face?"
"But now you're handsome."
"I'm the same as before."
"Its bad!" Babe frowned, using the tip of his little finger to stroke his mouth gently.
"What's bad?"
"I'm blinded by love!"
Charlie laughed at that answer. Babe likes to say strange things with a deadpan expression, but it always makes him laugh. The other person continued to rub his fingertips over his face while thinking. It's like he's trying to prove whether he's really blinded by love or not.
"When you fell in love, did I become more handsome?"
"Oh, just like North said," Babe answered softly. "No matter how handsome other people are, But his boyfriend is the most handsome."
"Did North tell you?"
"Yeah, I finally understand." Babe's expression and serious answer made his heart flutter indescribably. In the past, he never cared about other people's opinions about his appearance because he knew that he was very mediocre, and because of that, he never knew that hearing such praise from a babe's mouth could feel so good. "I think it's probably because of my personality, and because you love me."
"So I feel like you're getting more handsome every day?"
"Does that mean you couldn't see my good looks at first?" Charlie chuckled, reaching up to smooth the front hair that covered Babe's forehead. And no matter how he tidied it up, it kept returning to its original place. But, he kept repeating it for no reason.
"For me, there is no such thing as handsome or not," Babe answered quietly while looking into the boy's big eyes. "There is only like or dislike."
"If I like someone, that person will be handsome in my eyes. But if I don't like him, he will be just ordinary, no different from anyone else."
"Does that mean you like me because I'm handsome?"
"In my opinion, I don't like you because you are handsome, but you look so handsome to me because I like you. Understand?" Babe said in a calm voice, no longer sounding sweet but shy. However, that simple voice made him realize that Babe really meant what he said. "Many people say they are very handsome. But when I saw him, I felt Just normal."
"Is it because he's not your type?
"It's hard to make me like someone, Charlie," Babe raised his hand to stroke his head gently and said in a slow rhythm. "Just looking at his face doesn't make me want to get up and go see him."
"So you've never experienced love at first sight?"
"Never."
"I've never felt it either." said Charlie with a smile, "But if I peek for a long time, it might happen."
"Do you like peeking at me?"
"I've been secretly watching you from afar. What do they like to do and how do they act when they're with other people?"
"Are you talking about me?"
"Yes," the tall figure admitted without hesitation. That answer made Babe smile uncontrollably. "I go to watch you race cars every day, you know?"
"Why are you watching me? Are you worried?"
"I worry, and I worry a lot every day. How can you not let me like you?"
Babe tried to hold back a smile at that answer. But as soon as he made eye contact with those little eyes, he lost control and couldn't help but bury his head into the other person's shoulder. He didn't know why he seemed so inexperienced. Even though he always considered himself diplomatic, but why was he so defeated by that innocent punishment?
"Can you not love me so much?" Babe's voice was muffled as the other person continued to bury their face in his broad shoulder. He refused to lift his head and looked at each other well.
"Oh, how could I not love you so much?"
"Enough. You love me very much. I will love you very much too."
"And isn't that great?" Charlie asked with a slightly confused expression. "I want you to love me very much."
"I've never loved someone this much before." Babe's voice was soft, as if the other person didn't really want to accept reality. But he couldn't help but share those feelings with her. "I'm afraid that if I love you too much, it will make you uncomfortable."
"I'm afraid I can't love you as well as you love me."
Charlie was silent for a moment. The silence made Babe start to worry that what he said would make Charlie feel bad. But it didn't make him worry for long, because in the next second, Charlie responded to this confession with a sentence that made his heart warm.
"I don't know what it's like to love badly like you're talking about," Charlie said softly, stretching out both arms to hug his and gently stroking his head, "Because I was born and have never loved anyone like this. You were my first too."
"And I never felt it was bad."
"So, don't think about whether it's good or bad. Because I don't know either."
"Just loving me is enough."
Charlie's voice echoed in his head, it echoed over and over again for a few moments. Previously, he felt his entire body tingling, like he was being pushed down from a never-ending high.
And the next thing he saw was the ceiling of his own room.
Babe took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He told himself over and over again that this was a dream. That feeling of warmth and fullness is not true. He was now sleeping in his old bed alone. There was no one by his side, no warm embrace, no broad shoulders to sink himself into, no sweet scent and gentle voice telling him 'I love you' like before.
He had to constantly remind himself that Charlie wasn't here.
Babe reached under the pillow and pulled out a pair of old gloves and pressed them to his chest. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe in and out slowly to force himself to fall back asleep. However, the more he tried... he found that his dream was getting further and further away.
Because of that, it took Babe until almost morning, before he could remember that what he saw while sleeping was not a dream, but was a subconscious memory.