The Bound Collision

Chapter 9

FOURTH'S POV:-

The evening air was heavy in frustration as I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. The dim light cast long shadows, and I paced the floor, my mind racing. I couldn't believe my father would make such a ridiculous decision. Gemini as my underboss? Unthinkable. I don't know for how long I paced around the room-Where is Ford? Why isn't he coming? Was dad still talking to him? What was the meaning of all this? And that guy Gemini...just a coincidence?  My mind was racing too hard.

I needed to calm down. My eyes darted to the mahogany cabinet in the corner of my room, where I kept my collection of vintage daggers. They were my sanctuary, a reminder of simpler times and a family tradition that spanned generations. Each blade had a story, a piece of history etched into its steel.

Walking over, I opened the cabinet and carefully lifted out a polished wooden case. Inside, nestled in dark velvet, were the daggers. Their intricately designed hilts glinted in the dim light. I closed the cabinet as I ran my fingers over the cool metal of my favorite one, a sleek, beautifully balanced blade with a handle wrapped in aged leather. Holding it, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. These daggers were a connection to my ancestors, a symbol of our family's strength and resilience.

I grabbed the dagger, its weight familiar and comforting in my hand. I needed to clear my head. The blade gleamed as I turned it over, but my mind, which was just starting to get into it's peaceful corner, couldn't wrap it's mind around the sudden eerie presence my instinct was alarming me about. My sixth sense was alert enough to feel the presence get close to me as in a moment my right hand went back the presence behind me was immediately dragged in front and slammed against the closed cabinet and instinctively, in an immediate motion I pressed the blade of the dagger against the neck of the human exposed in front of me. 

AUTHOR'S POV :-

And the moment Fourth's eyes darted up to look at the man he had captured, his eyes widened-

Not again

"The fuck, did you fucking follow me up here?", Fourth snarled, his voice was laced with how annoyed he was.

"Your father wanted us to talk", the blade against his throat did not seem to bother Gemini much as his tone was low.

"Talk?" Fourth sneered, holding the dagger firmly against Gemini's neck, "You think you can just walk in here and talk?" 

"Is this how you handle your problems?", Gemini's playfully lift his right eyebrow looking straight into Fourth's eyes. "Always using violence and holding up knives?"

"I have to if I'm pushed to do so", frustration was quite evident in the low tone of Fourth, "And since you're so fond of getting on my nerves, then this is exactly what you get", Fourth couldn't help but smirk, his hands still firmly holding the dagger

"So tell me, Mr. Gemini Norawit right?", Fourth's voice stern as Gemini couldn't help but smirk

"In Flesh", Gemini answered as his voice still very calm

"So what's your game Norawit? What's up with all this sudden meeting me in the ally and then within a week of me finding you in my house as my fucking underboss? What are you up to huh?" Fourth's voice strict demanding answers he has confusing his mind about

"You really want to converse while you're pressing a blade agains-"

"Answer", Fourth cold voice interjected Gemini before he could reply, as he held the right against Gemini's skin, Gemini did not flinch a bit as he just stared at Fourth right into his eyes.  

"Mr. Jirochtikul made me an offer, which I simply accepted. Rest things happening are complete coincidences", Gemini stated, the stern eye contact between them not breaking for a bit. Gemini felt the cool metal of the dagger against his throat- probably a stark contrast to the heat of the anger of the person pressing it against his skin.