Find your way to me

Adrenaline surges through Vegas as he races along the bustling streets of Bangkok on his Ducati, pursued by Kinn and his bodyguards. His heart pounded in his chest, his concern growing for Porsche, who sat injured in the back with a bullet graze. Fortunately, Kinn had ordered his men to cease fire upon seeing Porsche bleeding, but the relentless pursuit persisted, with bullets now aiming for the tires. They were miles away from their planned meeting spot and unable to reach their contact amidst the chase, the situation looked dire.

What began as a straightforward pick-and-drop had escalated into a midnight chase when Kinn spotted Porsche sneaking out with Vegas through his window. Vegas, disinterested in Kinn's affairs anymore, had only involved himself in the fiasco due to the debt owed to Porsche. Porsche had facilitated a brief meeting with Pete when he needed a quick reassurance that Pete was well and safe with the main family. Despite the brevity, it was the most Vegas could hope for at the moment.

Preparations were made for Porsche's escape from Kinn. Vegas intentionally avoided prying into Porsche's reasons for leaving. His only objective was to get Porsche and his brother out of the city safely as soon as possible. As Vegas sped through the city, Kinn's guards, familiar with the terrain, proved to be a persistent threat. In a daring move, Vegas veered into a maze of narrow lanes, too cramped for the pursuers's big SUVs. In that fleeting moment of respite, he altered the plan.

After successfully losing the main family bodyguards, they spent most of the night on the run. Vegas's first priority was getting Porsche medical attention. Once he was treated and bandaged, he took Porsche to a safe house unknown even to his father. They lay low for a day, waiting for news on Porchay's location, before embarking towards Chiang Mai.

They changed vehicles frequently and covered almost a thousand miles in two days before reaching a secluded villa nestled deep in the mountains. It was a quaint, cozy cottage just big enough for two and at the far end of a tea estate with the nearest town almost an hour away.

"Porchay will be here by morning," Vegas reported after a call with his contact.

Porsche looks around and starts taking the covers off the furniture in the sitting area.

"Thanks," Porsche says, sinking into a couch by the large wall of windows in the back room of the cottage. "You didn't have to do this. You could've left me once we escaped the main family home. You should've gone back."

"Are you concerned about people thinking we ran away together?" Vegas chuckled, pouring himself a drink.

"Are you not?" Porsche gives him a worried look.

Vegas evades the question, handing Porsche a drink and settling down next to him. "It doesn't matter. I bought this place last year as a potential escape from my father and my old life if I ever got a chance. You and your brother are safe here until I find a way for you to leave the country."

"Thank you, Vegas. For everything."

"It's only right, considering what I've done to you in the past," Vegas sighed, taking a sip. "Don't worry for now. We'll wait until Kinn eases his pursuit before finding a way out. It's not worth risking anything now." Vegas assured him, though it did nothing to ease Porsche's worry.

Hunted by both the main and minor families, Vegas hoped the hidden villa would remain undiscovered at least until Porsche and Porchay left the country. He wished Pete to find him here soon.

A month passed without any significant incidents. Vegas had adapted to the tranquil life in the secluded cottage. He would have been at peace with this life away from his father and the mafia if only he didn't miss Pete. He could not get Pete out of his head.