No Rest For The Wicked

Tool of Pain

Vegas arrived in front of his father's office and knocked the door twice with his knuckles.

'' Enter'' Kan's dull voice reached Vegas through the door who opened it and entered the room, closing the door behind him. His eyes fell immediately on the lifeless body of Big leaning against the wall, but his gaze quickly averted to his father who was leaning against his chair smoking his cigar.

'' I heard you asked for me, father'' the confident tone in his voice had disappeared in the presence of his father. His voice has come out somewhere between calm and weak.

Kan crushed his cigar as he got up. He did not bother to say a word. He started moving instead towards the door .Every time he moved, his slack shoulders sway, lending his firm frame the threatening air of a cutting blade. The danger roaming under the stretched silence tightened Vegas' stomach. He subconsciously stared down at his feet, avoiding his father's eyes, creating an illusion of protection which shuttered the moment Kan raised his hand and slapped his son, cutting the silence as the sound of it filled the room.

''Tell me, how hard is it for you to follow my orders?! He ranted letting the anger sprang forth.

''How many times do I have to say it until it gets through that thick skull of yours?!'' Kan kept hitting Vegas' head repeatedly with his knuckles. Vegas stood there accepting every blow,gritting his teeth to contain the rage-filled cry that was trying to escape his mouth. Vegas would not let it out. He had neither the right or the power to do so.

'' Do I really have to clean up after your shit every fucking time?'' his father roared. His hands were cupped around Vegas' chin, forcing him to look at the direction in which Big's corpse was lying.

'' Do not think I will take care of your mess every time you make a mistake. I do not have that much time in my hands'' Kan belittled him , disregarding every effort so far his son has made. His words stung like a deadly poison in Vegas' now rotten heart.

He looked at Big's body and then at his father with a half-apologetic and half-insolent stare not knowing what to say. He thought it would be better to keep quiet, because if he did not all hell would break loose. If he opened his mouth he knew he would not be able to hold back his suppressed frustration. He knew that the moment he would speak, he would instantly regret it. Every fiber on his body worked so that he would keep his anger under control.

''What are you looking at? Get out!'' Kan commanded and Vegas immediately fled the office.

......

Once Vegas was far away from his father's office he let every inch of his body feel the repressed fury.

''Fuck!'' He punched the wall in the hallway, but his heart was still not at ease. His mind was hazy. He was not sure who his anger was aimed at. His father for not acknowledging his efforts? Himself for allowing his father to criticize him yet once more? No. It was all that bodyguard's fault. More specifically, it was Kinn and his pawn's fault. Once again Kinn stood in his way, ruining his plans as if to mock him, reminding him of his place. He could picture Kinn laughing at his failure. It's as if Kinn warned him that it wouldn't be worthwhile to even attempt to oppose the main family, as the minor family fell behind them. Always did and who was Vegas to change that?

How was it that a mere bodyguard managed to satisfy his boss who probably gave zero fucks about him, yet Vegas was still unable to make his father proud? The anger crept inside him, growing and storming in his insides, burning his chest.

He needed to let it all out. Screaming and punching the wall did not suffice.

He headed to the basement where he kept his tools. He first glanced at the tools displayed on the table and his eyes fell on a bow saw. Maybe cutting off the limbs of Kinn's pawn and sending them to him would be an appropriate response but probably not satisfying enough for Vegas.