Loved But Forgotten

Special

"Fuck we lost them!" Pete was hysteric that when he turned; Porsche, Arm, Pol, and Kim – they're all gone! He's only left with Vegas, the man was tugging on his wrist while his other hand carries a suitcase they picked up from the yacht.

"I'm sure they'll make it!" Vegas said. "For now, we have to hide."

They can hear shouts from different parts of the island, probably guests who are scurrying for survival. The enemies are getting closer as the gunshots are getting louder, Pete felt his heart will leave his chest any minute now. The screeches of shells roughly scrape his eardrums.

He wasn't this fragile before but now, his distaste for gunshots is taking a toll on him. He's shaking. He knows, he's shaking. His knees were wobbling from exhaustion and he was getting disoriented, if only Vegas isn't guiding him, he would've felt lost already.

'Why am I so weak damn it!' He's the bodyguard yet it's Vegas who's trying to bring him to survival.

Vegas pants hard while he roams his eyes around the area. Pete tried to focus on his surroundings too, he needs to sync his mind to the situation they were in.

It's dark.

The rain has just stopped.

The ground is still wet.

They are around the rocky area.

"This is not Cerulean Island, Pete... we're brought to another place. Someone set this up." Vegas said with gritted teeth.

Pete already suspected this, but Vegas' confirmation made him more horrified.

"What are we gonna do then?"

Vegas turned to him and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Just stay close. We'll find a way, alright?"

Vegas' eyes were assuring him and he felt a little peaceful. Yet what can they really do?

They were supposed to be on Cerulean Island for a soiree organized by the Suwanamas family yet when the yachts left for the said island, the atmosphere changed. The two-hour sail became three and what greeted them aren't party lights and cocktails but bloodthirsty men who are ready to slaughter everyone on the island.

There's no means of communication, the island is out of reach and the GPS trackers Khun Korn put on each of them were already stripped out of their reach when their yachts were hacked by the enemies.

There were some 20 guests who were here with them, he guessed, their yachts are hacked too. They were all brought to a house located in the central part. The men who abducted them explained that they will give them a chance to run, but whoever gets caught will be killed. It was like they were playing a game.

No one was able to comprehend what was happening. Some people thought this is just a game by the Suwanamas but when one of the guests was shot and killed, they recognized the danger, and everyone started scurrying for their lives. Vegas insisted they get back to the yacht to get his suitcase.

"Stop right there!"

Pete clenched his fists when their path was blocked.

"Are you afraid, Pete?" Vegas whispered, holding his wrist tightly. "I promise, I'll do everything to protect you... but you have to fight too."

'Do everything to protect me?' Pete just nodded, fighting is inevitable. He quickly puts up his fist in a fighting stance but one of the enemies laughed so hard.

"How sweet... are you boyfriends?!"

The other three idiots laughed with the first one.

"Unfortunately, not you—" The minion pointed his gun at Vegas. "Nor you little boyfriend—" Then at Pete, "Can be saved. We have permission to kill."