Assassin

11.

Vegas's pov ~

I sucked in another whiff of the filthy warm smoke. It went down my throat filling my lungs and then releasing it with a sigh. It was strange, how it affected me. It wasn't like I have never done this before infact truth being this is one of the things that I have enjoyed most over the past few years. Torturing people who dared to cross me.

Hurting people, making them bleed, hearing there endless plea for mercy and mostly the painful cries were the best of my entertainment activity. I enjoyed it like people enjoy music, sports etc.
It was a way that allowed me to relieve the pent up frustration and anger. But this time it didn't seem to give the same feeling.

I was so annoyed when he didn't answer that I lost it . I landed exactly twelve punches and whole of the left side of his face was injured. The metal ring that I wore that was meant for the head of minor family busted his cheek. His face bled profusely until I finally took hold of myself.

But what he said confused me even more. He did work for the Thithiphom family was now sure but he said it wasn't Vayu or khun Metha then who would order him. Who would he need to follow and more importantly who would be benefited if things between me and the Russians declined further. I don't know why but everytime I think of my enemy the blinging face of uncle comes in my mind.

Though I have my doubts he would plot it now because recently I have worked in favour of us. And I didn't cause him any harm then why. Maybe there's someone else this time. I need to look at it with a broader aspect I cannot narrow the options just because I don't trust uncle korn and let the real one get off the hook.

Joe knocked and entered my room, pulling me out of my thoughts. "He's in the infirmary.", he informed. "Let me know when he wakes we need to know who was behind this before they get another opportunity", I said and pushed my cigarette in the ash tray.

We had a little discussion about the deal thay we signed a while ago and he informed me of the shipment that reaches our ports today. I am glad atleast there's nothing stressful at work. His phone started ringing making us halt our conversation midway.
He answered the call and I knew it was something bad as his expressions retorted.  "What?", "How? Just go after him", he aggressively answered and turned towards me lowering his head.

"He escaped", he informed with guilt him . I moved ahead and held his shoulder firmly "I need him". With that both of us walked out to where we heard painful noise.

I rushed towards the sound and notice him at the end of the garden a few feet away from the boundary wall. And since I know he's capable of jumping that high when he pulled the stunt at the club. So if silently walked towards him without him noticing it. He was too busy fighting with the guards and like I had ordered none of them will try to shoot him no one even pulled there guns out.

I grabbed him from behind and pointed my gun at his forehead and he paused. At within few seconds he started struggling again until I had no choice left but too pull the trigger.

"Bang", the gunshot echoed in the silence of the night. And I could se faint smoke coming of the nozzle of my favourite silver gun.

Pete's pov ~

(15 mins ago)

I was awake and now eyes closed tried to sense if anyone was around me. I could hear drop after drop of the glucose transcend down the pipe that was connected to my left arm.

I heard someone sigh and knew I wasn't alone in the room. Slowly I opened my eyes and noticed a man in white apron sitting close by and doing something on his phone. I also heard faint footsteps in rhythm that meant someone was guarding the room from the outside.

I opened my eyes and to draw the mans attention said, "Ca- can I - I have wat-ter", I tried to sound extra sound and behaved dramatic. The guy noticed me and walked to fill the glass for me. As soon as he was close enough I punched him right on the nose and that guy fell back without a struggle. I guess he was too weak just a punch and knocked out. I pulled out the IV drip from my left palm and walked towards the door.

I could hear faint voices and knew there was more than person. I found a scalpel near the bed taking a couple of them in hand I walked outside. As the guard noticed me the came to talk and I dodged a few while slitting a skin here there. Cuts weren't deep but enough to make them groan and not chase me. I rushed myself to find an exist only to come across with few more of them.

I fought all of them fiercely not hurting anyone too much for them to die just enough to allow my self and escape. After a while I found a staircase and walked up to reach what seemed like a backyard. I could see the boundary wall close by and knew I could jump off it. I rushed towards it but a few guards came around and started to fight. I dealt with all of them together. I was myself hurt too. I punch on my injured face started to pain but I resisted the urge to attend it kept fighting unless I was caught in hold from behind and I could feel the cold metal in contact with my forehead.

I paused and took a breath only to fill my lungs with the familiar woody- musky odour, and knew who stood behind me. Without another thought I started to protest and tried to hit him hard until I heard a gunshot.

I paused and realised what just happened I am shot and now am I gonna die. No I can't how will grandmother be without me. The happy memories of my childhood with mom and my grandparents flashed infront of my eyes. The face of my grandmother loving me taking care of and how she cried when I left her to be in Mafia all come to my mind. Drops of tears made there way into my eyes until my vision blurred. Suddenly, I realised that I don't feel any pain.

And don't even feel like blood ozzing out of my body. I turned and noticed the barrel that was pointed at me had it's open end directed to the sky now.  Did he not shoot me. Was that a false shot.

I turned further to come face to face with the him. He was so close,  his hand on my neck tightened and my collided with his body. I could clearly feel the contrast of the chilly midnight winds and the warmth that his body rediated. Our faces were just a few inches apart his warm breaths were hitting my face. 

I noticed his soft skin gleaming under the moonlight untill my focus travelled to his eyes. They were dark. A pair of datkest orbs I have come across. He had a small smirk plastered on his face that pulled me into reality that I was standing close the man who inteded to kill me. And like a fool I was adoring him and noticing his features like he was a peace of art.

Well he is one masterpiece indeed. His features were beautifully and precisely sculpted that must have took a lot of time and patience to be crated. Damn you my stupid brain why the hell do start behaving like a fool infront of him. I decided to nudge him hard with my elbow but his reflexes worked faster he pushed me around and grabbed my hand dragging me inside the huge mansion. Why is he taking me here. I wanted to resist but he dodged all my efforts and kept dragging me infront of everyone.

I lowered my gaze and decided to get myself taken where he wanted.
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