All Along, You

XX- FUTILITY OF EFFORTS

"Everyone, this is my sister" he faced his children.

"She is Porsche's mother and your aunt, Nampheung Theerapanyakul-Kittisawad"

Everyone fell silent, even Tankhun had his jaw on the floor.

Vegas carefully eyed the woman. Could it be her? Could it really be her? He tries to look for resemblances between the both of them, he found none. If anything, she looks a lot like Porchay, a little bit like Porsche, and nothing like him.

"Porsche, my son. I'm sorry" she knelt on the floor to comfort the crying Porsche. Vegas clutched his pants tightly, trying to calm his expression so no one knows what he's thinking.

"M-ma..." Porsche stuttered between sobs. Vegas felt even more uncomfortable at the fact that Porsche could remember her after all these years, yet Vegas doesn't have a clue. It wasn't his fault, though. She probably disposed of him as soon as he was born.

"Maybe we should give them some privacy so they could talk, mother and son." Everyone stood up, even Korn started to walk towards the door. Maybe Vegas should leave too but he stood frozen while looking at the two.

"If you all don't mind. Thank you for letting me speak alone with my first-born" she said but she was looking at Porsche, not Vegas. Vegas was born first. He didn't protest. He went out with everyone.

Everyone found their spots, some sat on the benches outside the room, some stood on certain spots to smoke, and some just comfortable stood in silence but not Vegas. No matter where he looked, he felt unwelcome, especially inside that room earlier.

It was not like he expected the woman to look for him. He knows she did not love his father. His uncle said his Pa assaulted Nampheung, didn't he? But then, he also said the woman had killed herself but it turns out she didn't.

Vegas knew she never wanted to have him in the first place, he shouldn't have been born so why didn't Nampheung abort him? Why did he have to be alive? And what happens to his deal with Porsche now?

Flashback:

"Hia..." Porsche suddenly approaches him as he arrived in the restaurant Porsche told him to go to.

"Have you gone mental?" Vegas felt weirded out. Porsche has never been the most put-together but this is just crazy.

"Hello." The woman greeted him. He knows her. He knows all the important contacts of his uncle and father. The woman who shares the same name as his deceased mother. He clears his throat at the thought.

"Khun Mylin, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Vegas tries to be as formal as he can. Ever since Porsche took over his place as the Minor Family's leader, he's never gotten any big deals done but now they're face to face with the only daughter of one of Italy's most powerful mafia lord.

"The pleasure is mine." The conversation starts and Vegas can't help but notice there's nothing about business. Everything was personal. Mostly about Porsche's mother and Vegas' father. He was trying his best not to snap at these two. He'd rather be home than be here for small talk, especially with a very weird Porsche around.

Later on, Mylin finally handed him a brown envelope.

"And this is?" He asks.

"DNA test results. Please do look inside" the woman says and he opens it.

Pachara Kittisawad/Kornwit Theerapanyakul- 25%

Pachaya Kittisawad/Kornwit Theerapanyakul- 25%

Just what on earth? "What game are you trying to fucking play?" Vegas lost his patience.