A world of pain and betrayal. (Vegaspete ff) DISCONTINUED

Revenge is a dish best served cold

Author's POV

"Fuck! How are they always one step ahead?!" Vegas cursed loudly when he saw the bar which was scattered with the dead bodies of his subordinates. "God fucking damnit!" He yelled and punched the bar. "Vegas, calm down." Kinn put his arm on Vegas' shoulder but he whipped around. "Don't tell me what to do! These fucking assholes! How do they know?! How can they always know?!"

Vegas' rampage did not stop for quite some time and Kinn waited it out. In the end, Vegas' fists were busted, there was a cut on his cheek and a piece of glass stuck out from it. "Calm down Vegas." Kinn again tried to calm his younger cousin down. "How?" Vegas asked under his breath and sat down on a stool. "We'll figure it out."
"We just lost millions! Millions Kinn! Why are you so fucking calm?!" Kinn walked around the bar and took a first aid kit before answering.

He sat down in front of the, heaving with anger, man and took his hand. "I'm angry too but we just have to figure it out. Maybe we have a mole." He started to apply antiseptic cream onto the wound. "The Saengtham clan may be under the radar but it makes me angry that they're so clever too." He continued to treat the younger's hand as he spoke. "They're fast growing, we need to hold it into account, you keep underestimating them." Vegas looked up and ran his other hand through his disheveled hair.

"You're right." He said as he nodded and Kinn looked at him in amazement. This may have been the first time his cousin had admitted that he was right. "Don't look at me like that."
"I'm just surprised." Kinn answered and Vegas scoffed. "Just hurry up and we can go." He grunted.

On the other side of town

"Yes boss, it's done." Came the voice through the phone. "Are you just doing this to rattle him?" The tall man on the couch asked the older but smaller man sitting at the desk. He rewinded the footage of the bar's camera again, "No but it is fun to see him get angry like that." He chuckled and the taller man shook his head as he walked to the computer.

"Who's that guy?" He asked, pointing to the man with the larger eyebrows and broad chest. "His cousin, Kinn. He's his right hand, just like you are to me." Porsche took the older's face in between his hands and shook it from side to side. "But we're so much cuter." He said with a voice like a small child. "Get off." The older slapped the hands away from his face.

"Really Pete, why are we doing this?" Porsche asked him but the older did not answer him. "Is it about your parents?" Pete looked at him but turned away again. "I'm going to bed." He announced and without giving Porsche time to interject he was gone.

When he got to his bedroom he looked at the picture of his parents on display. They were killed by a man named Gun Theerapanyakul. The father of Vegas Theerapanyakul. He knows this crucial bit of information because he was there when it happened. He saw them get executed and vowed to avenge their deaths.

When his parents died, Pete joined a gang that easily trusted him, he had that kind of face. Pete learned a lot from his friends but he had to climb the ladder and leave them behind, at least the people who weren't in favour of following the man. Pete started his own gang with his most trusted friend, Porsche.

They had known each other even before Pete joined the gang, Porsche was his best friend, the brother he never had. The reason Porsche joined Pete was simple, he had to take care of his little brother. Just like Pete, Porsche did not have any living parents and was burdened with the care of his kid brother at a young age.

Together, they fought until they finally made something of themselves and climbed higher. Two years ago, they were a mere gang and now, they have become the Theerapanyakul's most hated competitors without ever revealing the identity of the one behind it all.