No Rest For The Wicked

I see Red

Wrong, everything had gone wrong.

It was an ordinary, quiet sunny day, at least for normal people. But not for the most dangerous mafia family in Thailand, and certainly not for Vegas Theerapanyakul. His world had been whirled in several directions in just one day, and surely the final destination left him more than unsatisfied. It left him furious.

Anger. It was the only emotion he could distinguish in him right now.

All the pieces had fallen into place, just as Vegas had wanted. All that remained was for them to follow the script Vegas had predicted for them. Everything was going according to plan. It would soon prove how naïve and unworthy of leadership Kinn was, how foolish it was of him to get carried away by something as meaningless and useless as love. Vegas believed that people were too fickle to be loved. It was a waste of time and energy. A living example? His own mother who for so many years put up with his father's behavior, giving him all she had until he sucked out her soul and sent her to her grave.

Apart from being fickle, people were also unreliable. Just like Tawan, who betrayed Kinn without a second thought for his sake. He found it both amusing and ironic how he had fooled Tawan in the same way that Tawan had fooled Kinn. Vegas was the puppeteer who pulled the strings as he pleased, so fucking Tawan had no business interfering with his plans. Vegas hated improvisation. That wasn't the fucking plan. The plan was to paint Porsche as a traitor and make Kinn reach a dead end by making him look unworthy.

But this was not the only complication in the puppet show that Vegas had set up. He hadn't considered Pete. He had underestimated him. It was wrong of him. He knew part of himself knew it was his own negligence, but he wouldn't admit that the fault was his. Because it wasn't. The young bodyguard decided to invade his mansion, so he better be fucking prepared to pay the consequences. Of course that applied to everyone, not just Pete. For everyone who stood in the way of his plans, first Tawan who he shot as soon as he messed up his plan. Vegas actually did him a favor by letting him escape with just the merciful touch of death.

Next in line was the insolent bodyguard, who had the audacity despite his lowly rank to fuck up his plans.

....

Darkness began to spread more and more across the streets, and the sky began to turn gray just like Vegas' soul which boiled with fury.

He lit a cigarette trying to contain the devastating feeling that had encircled his insides.

He finally reached the basement where Pete was kept.

He looked at the bodyguard who had his gaze fixed on the floor as if he didn't acknowledge his presence in the room.

Not only did he interfere with his plans, but he acted as if he had the capacity to belittle him.

Clearly he was not fully aware of the position he was in. Vegas was eager to teach him exactly what his place was.

Not only did the young man stare at him with a bold look, but he asked to kill him as if it were the simplest thing in the world. As if he deserved to get off so easily after causing a ruckus in Vegas' world.

So he decided that he would not only destroy him physically, but also mentally. Starting with crushing his faith in the main family. He would plant the seed of doubt until it would drive him to paranoia. Until he would beg him to kill him instead of demanding it as if he had a choice.

No legacy is as rich as honesty.

Clearly the universe was laughing in his face, trying to test his patience.

What honesty? Only the naive and the fool thought that such a thing existed.There was not such a thing as honesty in their world, there was only deceit. Did he really get played not only by a mere bodyguard, but a bodyguard of the main family that believed in fairytales?

It was like a humiliating slap across his face, reminding him of his failures.He wondered what his father's reaction would be when he found out about this situation.Displeased would be an understatement about the way he would feel.

Everything suddenly seemed out of hand, beyond Vegas' control. Everything was upside down in his head, and if there was one thing he detested more than improvisation it was the chaos that followed . He had to take matters back into his own hands.

He felt as if he had been crushed by a huge stone as he climbed the mountain of success, reaching the bottom once again. It didn't matter though. Because he wasn't alone. Pete was with him. Vegas was determined to bounce back. He would prove those who didn't think he was equal to Kinn, even his father, wrong. Especially him. He would reach the top and Pete would be his first stepping stone.

Of course that meant that Pete would be of no use if he inflicted permanent damage on him from that early on.

He did not like broken toys.

He examined once again the tools displayed on the table. His eyes landed on the jumper cables.

This is perfect, a smirk of a snake appeared on his face.

....

Pete's eyes followed Vegas' every movement. He watched him with an unreadable gaze as the other put on a pair of gloves.

All of sudden, the familiar annoying voice intruded his head once again. It was really active these days.

''This is what you get for living the way you did'' it agitated him

'' What made you think you really had a chance to turn over a new leaf?''

'' After everything you have done, you think you deserve peace?'' it continued with its arrogant questions, poisoning Pete's already stressed mind.

'' But hey, at least you are used to it. The pain, the misfortune. You must be really unlucky. Even the main family left you for dead''

The voice was right though. It was so fucking right it made him laugh. The universe must hate him if it had really flipped him off like that. He kept laughing in response to the world failing him once again. He should be used to it by now.

Maybe he did not deserve peace indeed.

If this was his punishment then so be it.

If Vegas was the devil then Pete was a sinner.

'' What's so fucking funny?'' Vegas asked, irritated while his eyes centered on Pete's face trying to decipher his reaction.

'' Nothing much, just the voice in my head cracking a joke'' responded Pete, his voice coming out brazen.

'' I am going to wipe that annoying smile off your stupid face'' he threatened with an anamused glare.

'' The only way to do that is by killing me'' countered the young bodyguard in a nonchalant tone.

'' We will see about that'' his words covered in a cold as ice menace. He approached the bodyguard as he sparked the cables together causing a looming tension to take over the room.

Despite the sinister threat Pete's laugh did not disappear until the first shock came, and now the confident loud laugh was replaced by agonizing screams.

The corner of Vegas' lips formed into a maddening grin of amusement, but he was not quite satisfied yet,for there was still no fear reflected in Pete's eyes and that only made the temperature of Vegas' body raise.

He needed Pete to completely surrender in order to calm the upsetting storm in his mind.

''one more time?'' he eagerly suggested, his voice challenging and demonic.

The second shock came soon after and Pete's ear-splitting screams echoed through the room. He shut his eyes closed and tilted his head backwards accepting all the pain, but still not showing any sign of fear.

'' I am sure you have realized that killing you would be an act of mercy. Too bad for you I don't know any mercy'' his death-like stare dueled with the stubbornness of the young bodyguard.

'' Welcome to my cage little bird''.