"Lies leave bruises that will never fade away"
Fire Dragon is an underground fight club well known for their bloody fights and almost no rules. Earth "the shadow" Pirapat is Fire Dragon's best fighter. Having grown up in the club, it would be surpri...
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The plane landed five minutes after midnight.
Mix's body was stiff from the long hours in the air, and all he wanted to do was fall into the safety of Earth's strong arms and pretend that the rest of the world didn't exist for as long as possible.
If only he didn't fly with a little bit of unwanted baggage...
"Khun Sahaphap, if you don't mind, come with me this way."
Mix looked at the guy who was his fateful companion his entire stay in Barcelona. The mafia was for sure very persistent. "I do mind, actually. I just want to get home," he replied and moved past the annoying guy.
"Boss wants to talk to you!"
"I figured that, but I don't want to talk to him. Now, let me be!"
"I'm sorry, but I cannot do that," those were the last words Mix heard before everything around him turned pitch black.
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Blinking his eyes open, Mix couldn't believe that that guy knocked him out in the middle of the airport and no one noticed... or worse—noticed but didn't do anything because after all, whether you like it or not, the mafia in one way or another runs everything.
Mix looked around. He was in a small, barely lit room. It looked like it was one of those rooms that airport security used. But Mix didn't know how much time had passed. Earth was supposed to be waiting for him. Was he still waiting or was he searching all over the airport of Mix?
His phone! He could check his phone—Earth surely called him at least once! To Mix's surprise, he realized he could freely move his hands. He wasn't tied to anything or with anything. Carefully, not believing that it wasn't some kind of trap, Mix pulled out his phone from his pocket and unlocked it.
Just then, a shadow emerged from the corner of the room and a man sat down across the table from him.
The mob boss.
The brother of his dead mother.
The killer of his father.
His uncle.
"Stop fucking with my life!" Mix groaned, throwing his phone on the table in front of him.
"I'm glad to finally meet you as well, Mix."
"Well, I'm not," Mix rolled his eyes and was already half-standing when his uncle spoke again.
"Sit! Let's talk. Just one conversation and then you are free to go."
"If all you wanted to do was to talk then you didn't have to order your gorilla to knock me out!"
