Fated to be yours

Chapter 62

Mew stares at the box, already having suspicion about who it could be from. However before he can step toward it, Tamp is already asking him to back away and going to inspect it himself. It couldn't be dangerous if it passed their security at the main gate but Tamp is always extra cautious. So, much to his bodyguard's chagrin, he closes in towards the box too, to have a close look. And his suspicion is right, it is from J.

How does he know it? Because, it's addressed to him and surprisingly, unlike previous times, the sender's name is on it too; J.

The fucker's getting brave.

Tamp gets to work, taking pictures of the parcel and the address, and sending it to the team to run an investigation on it. They both suspect that the address is likely going to be fake but they have to look into every little aspect they can get their hands on.

When the parcel is torn open, there's another box inside it, seal-tight. Tamp gives him a confused look before proceeding to open it.

They smell it before seeing it. The horrendous smell assaulting their nose is so strong he is forced to take a step back. And when Tamp opens the box completely this time it's not the smell but the thing in it that forces him to stumble back.

A pig. Slaughtered, disfigured, marred completely. Every inch of the pink skin covered with angry gashes and cuts.

He clenches his teeth and stays put despite his brain screaming at him to move away from the horrifying sight as his bodyguard digs in the box to take out an envelope. The envelope contains a note as always.

"Next time it won't just be a warning."

J, this bastard! What is he trying to play at by sending him this? Trying to scare him? 

He crumples the note, his anger rising, and throws it at Tamp to do whatever he does with the evidence. "Clear all this out before Gulf returns" he instructs.

But even as his anger rises, he can't help the feeling of dread pooling inside his stomach. He pulls out his phone to call the boy. The fact that he is still not home is suddenly too nerve-wracking.

"Dammit!" Each unanswered ring has his heartbeat accelerating in fear, unease filling him when the call goes unanswered. "Gulf isn't picking up his phone" he mumbles, throwing a panicked look to his bodyguard who is busy dragging out that damned package from the house.

Tamp halts in his steps, about to say something but gets interrupted when Mew's phone starts ringing.

"It's Gulf" Mew swallows in relief before picking up the call, Tamp going back to his work. "Tua-eng, where are you? Why weren't you picking up my calls?" He didn't intend to sound worried but the urgency in his voice gave him away.

There's a silence at the Gulf's end for a moment before his unsure voice follows, "Umm...I am here, just reached." Just as he says that the front door opens, and Mew whirls around to see Gulf...

...and sucks a breath, horrified.

Because, standing there is Gulf with a white strip of band-aid on his forehead, along with Korn who also has a bandage around one of his hands. They both look haggard and drenched from the pouring rain out there. 

"Gulf!" he runs to his husband, meeting him halfway, "What the hell happened? You are hurt! How did this happen? Why aren't you saying anything, dammit?" he snaps when the boy just stares at him wide eyed.

"Mr.Suppasit, I am fine-"

"Bullshit!" he snaps once again, "how the fuck is this called being fine?" Unlike his harsh tone, his hands are gentle as he inspects every inch of the boy he could reach over his clothes for injuries. Apart from the band-aid on his forehead, there is a scratch on his jaw and little gashes here and there. What the fuck happened? Was it J?