That was how Peter came to sell himself for his mother's freedom, he just needed to take his back and walk in the door and Lynda would be free.
"Hey, we can find some other way." Destiny said grapping his arm. "You don't have to do this."
Peter knew this to be true they could find another way. They could work scams and steal the gypsy way. Be true Romany and not asking help from outsiders. There weren't any guarantee that they could do it fast enough to safe Lynda. Peter had to do this; he had to protect the only person that had never judged him, his mother that had always protected him and his wolf. Even if it meant she constantly would be on the road and be alone. She would never find a partner to keep her company, to find love again.
"Yes, Destiny I have to."
"Okay, but be careful that he don't kill you in the process."
Peter walked away from her and to the door, which he opened soundlessly. He looked back one more time before entering the house.
Roman stood leaned up of the dining table and sitting at the table was a fancy dressed man bend over a piece of paper. He looked up at Roman.
"You can't to this!" he said.
"It's already happening." He said as he looked directly at Peter.
"But.." the lawyer said.
"Shut up!" Roman snapped. "Peter come here" and Peter did. The lawyer shook his head and gave the pen he was holding to Peter and pointed on a line. It was so easy he would just have to wright to words and his mother would be free. But it wasn't easy, it was hard. However, it was like ripping a bandage, do it fast. He did.
He didn't read the contract all the way though he just skimmed in and signed it. Maybe he should have, because the second he let the pen lift from the paper Roman knelt down beside him and pulled something out of his back poked. Roman lifted Peters pants op from the ankle and wrapped the device around it. Peter took a closer look at the device it was a monitor.
Peter laughed, of cause Roman would always like to know where he is. Peter didn't say anything he just stood there gazing out into thin air. He registered Roman speaking and his mother's name mentioned, but the he couldn't listen he done what no gypsy should newer do, bind you to an outsider. He was no longer a wolf, but a dog, a pet kept on a leash.
When the front door closed, he was brought back to moment.
"So what now?"
"You belong to me." Roman said not looking at Peter. "Follow me." Roman instructed, and Peter did. Roman led them up the stairs to a closed door. "This used to be a guest room, but now it is yours." Peter looked around it was way too fancy for him, nothing he had ever seen compared to this. They both stood in the door. Roman didn't say a word as he left, much like Peter had done to him. Peter went into the room and closed the door behind him, trying to settle into his new home. But in reality this was his prison cell, he had just exchange his mother's sentence for his own. Peter laughed a dry laugh, and the laugh turned to sobs and before he knew it, he was crying like a baby curled up in the bed sheets.
Peter must have fallen asleep because Roman announcing it was dinnertime woke him. Peter didn't move, he felt sick and didn't want to eat. He just turned to the other side and ignored Roman. Irritated Roman slammed the door hard enough that the vibrations could be felt within the rest of the house. Peter cringed when he was reminded of Romans temper.
All night and the next day Peter did not move from his bed, not before Roman came storming in the room forcefully pushing and pulling up and out of the bed, throwing him towards the wall and biting him like he had done the first time Peter had come around. When Roman was done, he turned to leave but stopped before going out of the room.
"Go take a shower, you stink like the dog you are." And Peter did, he didn't want to go down not knowing what Roman he would find, but his body betrayed him, he was hungry and shit if Peter was scared of Roman. The smell of cooking food even from up here smelled delicious
As he went down the stairs, the mood form before his shower had changed. Roman was humming standing in the kitchen. It was wired to see the Upir making food, cooking as if it was a normal thing to do. Peter just watched from a reasonable safety distance, even if Peter traded his own freedom for his mother's it didn't mean that he had a death wish. With Roman, it wasn't sure if he had finely snapped and turned insane. The same kind of insane as his mother or just had mood swing. Peter was sure the upir and way worse mood swing then any female or pregnant person he had ever meet.
The table was already set for two, but Peter or rather his wolf didn't dare take a sit before knowing what would happen next.
"Sit." Roman commanded not looking and the newly washed Peter. When Roman was done in the kitchen he took the pan with him over to the table and filled both plaids with eggs, beans, bacon and toasted bread. After sitting the pan and pots he had been using to cook in the sink he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carafe filled with homemade lemonade.
"Eat." He commented when he sat at the stool across for Peter.
"Are you gonna tell me to roll over?" Peter couldn't help but bite at Romans sudden mood change.
"Properly, at some point." He said with a smirk.
"No." he sobered up. "Eat and then we are gonna go to town."
"What for?" Peter asked a little more relaxed now that Roman wasn't scary over happy.
"You need cloths and a haircut." Peter wondered what was wrong with his appearance, Roman had never before said anything about his cloths or choice of hair style, so why know? He did not ask. He just ate the food in front of him. When done eating Roman rose and Peter followed Roman out to his car. Not commenting on how much more he had liked Roman res sports car then this silver one, it seemed deader, without the character of the little red car had admired much the last time he had been in Hemlock Grove.
Roman drove them to the fancy part of town, he parked the car and when for one of the shops, a clothing store and a pricy one it looked like. Roman hadn't ordered Peter to follow him, but Peter wasn't stupid. He did follow him into the store.
After being measured and pinned with needles, corset into what felt like a hundred different outfits they left the store with more bags of clothing that Peter had ever had in his. The person did look Peter over more than once as if asking 'What is this street dog doing in here?' and his eyes had widened at the ankle monitor hut said nothing, only answered to Romans very whim as if he was a dog. Peter had expected Roman to drive them home; however, the Upir stopped not long after. Peter looked at the shop in disbelieve.
"A barbered Shop?"
"Yes."
"What is wrong with the way I look?"
Roman just gave him an unimpressed look. "Have you looked in a mirror recently?"
"Yeah? And so what, that is how I look. Or the way I dress for that matter?" Peter felt defensive over the choices Roman was making for him. Like he was trying to change him. Peter didn't fear that someone wanted to change him mold him even. He feared however that he would let Roman do it. It had always been that way, Roman made him do thing he didn't necessarily wanted or needed to do. He always had power over Peter even if he didn't knew it.
The soft and goofy guy he skipped lessons with despaired and the cold basted of a monster took over as Roman griped is thought.
"You do as I say." He spat the words in Peters face. Peter wasn't scared, not right now, maybe he should have been however he was angry.
"Why because I … what? A pet? A fucking dog on a leach."
"Exactly, you belonged to me and I can pretty much do whatever the hell I want to you. Or didn't you read the contract and all is paragraphs." Roman removed his had from Peter.
"I don't wanna be associated with Gypsy trash. That is why you need to look the part you a gonna be playing."
"What part?"
"Whatever the press will give you when they notice you moved in to live with the youngest CEO in Hemlock Grove."
Nether said anything as they walked to the saloon, but both felt the argument still under the skin.
"So how do you want it?" the stylist asked Peter. Peter knew it wasn't up to him though it was Romans choice.
"I want it a little shorter and stylish. And be beard trimmed short."
"I believe I wasn't asking you Mr. Godfrey. I was asking your friend here" said the man running his had trough Peters hair.
"It's fine, he's the one that has to look at it all day and he's paying anyways." Said with a smile trying to ease the tension between the man and the monster. Even if Peter was against Roman deciding he didn't was to piss him of, knowing he could be real nasty, a down right monster.
When they were done he looked like something he never imagen he could, he looked like money. He looked like he belonged in the same liege as Roman, even if he still wore his old cloths.
"Can I go see Destiny?" and that was how they ended up eating at the diner where Destiny works. Even if Roman was holding him his captive, using him as a meal ticket and dominating how he should look Peter didn't feel as miserable by his side has he had expected. He looked at Roman out of the corner of his eye. He was a fascinating creature, trying to deny the monster he is by being an even worse one. They both properly looked out of place, but Peter hadn't felt this much at home since his mother was locked away.
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So I did deside to continue the story...
