"Do you know how much trouble I'll get into if one day Mr. Jirochtikul comes to know about all these?" the man said with a smile, nodding his head as he tied the last wrap of the bandage around Fourth's arm.
"Don't know about you, P'Mix, but Fourth sure is about to get into something, which will be too small to termed as a trouble" Ford's voice interjected.
Fourth looked up staring at Ford as he narrowed his eyes a bit-
"What?", Ford said, "You side-eyeing me is not going to make your situation better, don't pretend like I'm lying",
"Of course", Fourth flashed his gummy smile in the most sarcastic way possible, "What would have I even done without you Khun Ford?", sarcasm dripping off that cheerful voice
"No no, think about what you are going to do when you are with mom", Ford's voice as cheerfully sarcastic as possible, "would be so fun na?"
"Jerk", Fourth whispered as he looked away from Ford
"Will he be alright P'Mix?", Phuwin stood up from the sofa as he came closer to Mix arranging back his stuffs
"Yes, he did bleed quite much, but as he is not feeling much dizzy I think he'll be fine, but Fourth-" Mix turned towards Fourth who was looking at his bandaged arm, "You need to be careful, be a little at rest and far away from places that are making you end up like this for quite some time"
Fourth just nodded slightly.
"Okay?" Phuwin looked at Fourth, who nodded in confirmation.
Fourth had a bullet wound, so taking him to any hospital would have caused a scene, maybe even a police case if the policies were strict. So finally they again set their destination towards their family doctor P'Mix's house.
P'Mix was an expert in any kind of bullet wound. Fourth and Ford has ended up here with Phuwin many a times in their life, so they can be treated without their parents knowing and every time P'Mix helps them to maintain their privacy, but the wounds incurred on Fourth today were serious, and enough to be noticed by anyone just the moment he walks in front of them. Fourth knew there was something big waiting for him at home, maybe not today night but definitely tomorrow. Bidding goodbye to Mix the three set out to go back home.
Settling in the car, Phuwin quickly started the car
As Fourth gazed out of the car window, the beauty of late-night Bangkok captivated him. The city was alive with twinkling lights, neon signs casting colorful glows on the bustling streets. The air buzzed with the distant hum of nightlife, a serene yet vibrant contrast to the chaos he had just escaped. It was a city that never slept, full of hidden stories and endless energy.
Phuwin glanced at Fourth in the rearview mirror, his voice softer now, "Did you get hold of anything"
Fourth glanced at the rearview mirror as his face reflected disappointment, "Almost."
"Almost?", Ford's voice interjected
"I was in the restroom when I overheard a guy on the phone, talking about some shady deal. I confronted him, but before I could get any real answers, someone fired a shot. The guy bolted, and I chased him out into the alley.", Fourth tried to move his hurt arm hissing slightly at the still persistent pain, Fourth moved a bit to lay back as he continued
"I managed to shoot a couple of them, but it turned out to be a trap. There were seven of them waiting for me. I took down four, but got hit in the arm. Just when I thought I had them, some stupid stranger yanked me down behind a car. Dude thought I can't dodge a fucking bullet, I tried to go after them, but they fucking got away.", Fourth's voice laced with frustration
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The Bound Collision
FanfictionSome people are just not meant to be "allies," but it's not always we who decide it. Fourth Nattawat Jirochtikul, heir to the Jirochtikul mafia clan, had his life decided since birth. He was meant to rule, and he knew it. But it wasn't in Fourth's c...
