Mirror ✔ (VegasPete)

Chapter 9: Hunt

No one was prepared when Vegas— the number one in the black list, brought a horde of bodyguards to the main's domain while wearing his dashing coffee slim suit.

He managed to kill nine of papa's best bodyguards, three of mine and escape the safe house without using the boat , was what he had in mind as he wound his way to the front door. When it opened, he was greeted by multiple cocked guns pointing at him.

His bodyguards immediately reciprocate the greeting by raising theirs, but Vegas halted them by lifting his hand. The poor rays of the setting sun behind him bouncing and tracing the curve of his newly inherited ring.

No, he didn't inherit it. He'd decided to claim it away from those cold fingers.

Noticing the commotion, Chan— Korn's head bodyguard took a step forward among the river of black and white mobs. His right hand was stuffed inside his pocket, while the other was on the handle of his gun that's hanging on his waist. Ready to pull it off when needed.

"Khun Vegas," Chan started, keeping everything diplomatic, "We didn't receive any notice about your visit."

Instead of answering Chan, Vegas examined every bodyguard of the opposing side.

He is not here his jaw clenched when he realized that. Where is he hiding?

"I am here to..." he paused for a moment, his tone playing between genuine and sarcasm, "Surrender myself."

Chan raised both of his brows. His head tilted forward a little as he processed what Vegas had just said.

"That's very honorable of you," Chan nodded, obviously not biting it, "but I failed to understand the need of bringing the whole minor house with you?"

Vegas fought the urge to drop an unbranded remark. But he has more important things to focus on. More important person to trace on. Someone who allegedly swam the dirty lake just to get away from him, someone who left Vegas unharmed in that safe house— where Pete drove him crazy with his intimate touch and kisses.

"My father already explained everything," Vegas started, "But I have a lot of things to clear about what happened myself in detail and I don't think you are the right person to hear it. Now, if you could just inform my arrival to my uncle and dear cousin—"

"I'm afraid you didn't get my already direct question, Khun Vegas. Before I allow you to go up, I have to know the purpose of bringing ALL of your bodyguards with you."

Vegas smiled and took one ominous step, eyes never leaving Chan's. There was a moment of battle for pride and dominance, swirling heavily at the short distance between them.

That was until he saw Chan flinch a little. His eyes flashing uncertainty as he looks at what seems to be Vegas' whole new demeanor.

Chan noticed something flinch worthy about him, flaring Vegas' self esteem more.

"There is power in you Vegas. You might not be aware of it because of the inferiority complex that Kun planted in you."

And his father was not there to restrain him. His father was peacefully lying on that cold sterile aluminum in the morgue. Lifeless.

He is free .

"How long have you been working in the main family, Chan?"

Chan blinked once. Vegas' tone sounds like he was poking on something.

"Fourteen years."

Vegas hummed, "Long enough for you to be well oriented with this family's traditions. I believe you are the one who's educating every new recruit too."