CHAPTER 9
Pete
When Vegas mentioned Khun's name....
My mind drifted back to the first family's funeral...
"Whose funeral was it?" I abruptly asked Vegas with a stern expression.
"What?" Vegas asked in deep thought. Silently looking me over from top to bottom, before a faint smile appeared on his face, he followed with a laugh.
"What are you laughing about?" I frowned as I look at him, as it was very difficult to get a read on his sudden mood changes.
"Damn, they made such a big fuss. I had thought perhaps it was Phi Chan that had died. Why did they decide to go along with such an odd idea? Who the hell did I go and pay respects to?" Vegas whispered, scratching his head, struggling to understand.
"Was it him? Phi Chan, I mean." I asked when I heard him say Phi Chan's name. My heart sank as Phi Chan was the one who had trained me in everything. From how to shoot a gun to knife handling, as I wasn't very useful when it comes to the corporate side of the first family business.
"It wasn't Phi Chan..." Vegas sighed as he took off his soiled clothing until he was only left wearing his boxers.
"So, who was it then?!"
Vegas didn't answer as he grabbed a towel, threw it over his shoulder, and walked towards the bathroom before turning around and looking at me.
"It was my wife's*!" Vegas said abruptly, causing my heartbeat to bolt like a spooked rabbit.
Dammit! What the hell is he on about?
Because that bastard had answered in such an unexpected way, I didn't get a chance to reply before he turned around and walked into the bathroom, closing the door.
Bam! Bam!
"What the hell are you talking about, Vegas? Who died, dammit! Just tell me who it was!" I demanded as anger welled up inside my heart, furious that he won't tell me clearly who had died.
I keep calling out to Vegas, banging on the door for answers, momentarily forgetting my plan to be boring and not behave like this.
Eeeeek...
The sudden sound of the door opening startles me as the sight of Vegas, drenched and naked, causes my eyes to open wide in shock. Not quite believing what I was seeing, Vegas ensured the door is open all the way before going back inside the shower to continue washing. I suddenly feel a bit flustered, my body trembling as I quickly turn my eyes away.
Who opens the door to the bathroom, mid-shower? Why is he taking a shower in front of me?
"Go on, ask what you want. What is it you want to know?" Vegas said before lathering his body with soap. Clearly not feeling ashamed, he glided his hands over his body in a way that said he had no qualms doing such a thing in front of me.*
"Uhhh... You can finish your shower first." I said quietly with the same voice that had been shouting just moments before, my face turned to the side. I reached out for the door handle, intent on closing it when...
"Hold on!" I stopped, mid-motion, as I swallowed back some excess saliva in my mouth, looking over at Vegas who was now calling me over with his finger, "Come over here."
"No way!" I snapped back abruptly, moving to close the door once more.
"Wait!" Vegas yelled out to me again as I remain.
"What?!"
"Come over here!"
"Why do I have to? I'm going to get wet if I go in."
