The Gangster and The Vixen

Chapter Twelve

THE NEXT MORNING

Pete walks into S.T.O.P.A feeling uneasy. Something about today is making his skin itch and his stomach queasy, so now he's hyperconscious of his surroundings. He looks at his phone and checks the date, today is that day. The day Chowthawat kidnapped him and tortured him, Pete huffs angrily as he puts away his phone. If that bastard wasn't dead already, Pete would have killed him.

But he has a feeling whoever is the leader of cutthroats or Alternate is the reason behind it. He stayed up last night making a report and plan based off the information that they have, hopefully Mistress will approve of it so he and Ae can get their team together.

Pete sighs as he remembers how he and Ae fought last night. Heck, the reason why he worked on the report all night was to keep himself from dreaming about Ae. Not pleasant dreams, nightmares. Nightmares of Ae leaving him either for a woman or leaving him because he can't tell him how he truly feels about him.

Today's he gonna do it, he's going to tell Ae that he loves him. Pete winced as he feels stings of his scars and honestly that makes him panic even more, they only sting when something is definitely wrong or something definitely bad is about to happen.

"Stay vigilant, Vixen." He says to himself as he makes his way to his office, setting the plan on his desk before attempting to sit down in his chair only to yawns. "I can't give this report if I'm too exhausted to even sit down." He stands upright and starts making his way to the common room for a cup of coffee. He definitely needs one after last night's all-nighter. He opens the door and to his surprise, he's not the only one here.

"Agent Art? You're here? Usually, I'm first one here." Pete asks, setting his stuff  on the couch and walking to the H.U.N.K agent. Art smiles as he stirs what Pete believes to be some sugar into his coffee.

"Vixen Pete, good morning. I just had extra paperwork to do for Mistress, kinda pulled an all nighter." Art says and Pete shakes his head with a teasing smile.

"Agent Art, you know agents shouldn't be pulling all nighters at the office." Pete says and Art shrugs as Pete goes to make his own cup of coffee, Art stops him.

"Vixen, here just take mine. I can make another." He says, offering the cup to Pete which he takes.

"Well thank you." Pete takes a sip and shallow it, gagging a little from the sweetness. "Wow that's really sweet. I didn't know you like your coffee that way, you seem like a 'straight out of the pot' kind of guy." Pete takes another small sip as Art chuckles lightly yet darkly, making Pete raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

"You're right, I am. You're so observant, Vixen." He comments. "But then again, you're dating someone who can easily turn against you." Pete furrows his eyebrows in a glare at the remark.

"Excuse me?" Art shrugs again.

"I mean no harm, my Vixen. But Mr. Intouch is a gangster, one of the most dangerous man in Thailand. A bloodthirsty criminal and you're allowing yourself to be preyed upon by him, seems rather foolish considering your rank in this organization. I'd be careful." Pete's eyes narrow at him.

"I don't know who you think you are or who you think you're talking to, but you're not in any position to say a thing about me. My relationship with Mr.Intouch has nothing to do with my rank nor does it have anything to do with you." Pete snares and he storms up to him. "So I kindly ask you to leave your thoughts as thoughts." Art grins.

"I'm sorry, did I struck a nerve?" Pete narrows his eyes more. "All I said was you should be careful, since you let your guard down so easily." Pete fights back a growl, who does this asshole think he is?

"When have I ever let my guard down?" Art smirks evilly.

"Easy, just now. When I gave you that coffee with chloroformic sugar." Pete eyes widen as the words really start to register. Chloroformic sugar is sugar made out chloroform, ecstasy and Xanax crystallized and sweetened and once digested, it will make you unconscious while basically shutting down your limps. For how long, depends on how much you consume. Pete took a few sips of that coffee, but that's just enough to knock him out. Pete tries to run, but Art grabs him.