"KIM"

Chapter 24

Nat stood trembling in the dimly lit warehouse, his wrists bound tightly with chains, facing Alex who spun a glass of whiskey in his hand with a menacing grin. His voice dripped with malice as he taunted Nat.

"You know, Nat, your dad's beauty once captivated me. But now, it's all about Kimhan. He looks just like your old man. I wanted him, but that bastard Vegas got in my way. Tried to take Kim, but Vegas won again," Alex sneered, his words laced with bitterness. "So, you know what I did? I killed him. I killed Kimhan," he laughed maniacally, his eyes gleaming with madness. "I won't let them be happy if I can't have..."

Nat's chest tightened with fear and helplessness as Alex's words cut through him like knives. His father's safety and his own fate hung in the balance. He couldn't afford to provoke Alex further.

Just then, Vegas entered quietly, his expression grim and determined. He assessed the situation quickly, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto Nat, chained and vulnerable.

"Let him go, Alex," Vegas demanded, his voice steady and commanding. "This ends now."

Alex turned to face Vegas, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "Or what, Vegas? You'll save this pathetic kid?" he mocked, taking another sip of whiskey.

Without hesitation, Vegas gestured to his bodyguard, who moved swiftly to Nat's side. Together, they worked to remove the chains, freeing Nat from his captivity. Nat stumbled forward, his legs weak from the ordeal, but Vegas caught him before he fell.

"You're okay now, Nat," Vegas said softly, supporting him. "I'll handle this. Your dad is waiting for you."

Nat nodded weakly, tears streaming down his face. He felt a rush of gratitude towards Vegas, knowing he was safe because of him. The bodyguard escorted Nat out of the warehouse, ensuring his safety.

Meanwhile, Alex lunged at Vegas with a roar of fury, but Vegas was ready. He sidestepped Alex's attack and drew his gun, firing two precise shots into Alex's knees. Alex screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground, unable to stand. Vegas approached with a look of cold fury, his anger boiling over.

"Tell me why you killed them," Vegas demanded, his voice a low growl.

Alex coughed, blood trickling from his mouth. "Because I didn't get him on my bed," he spat out. Vegas roared in fury and punched Alex hard in the face, blood splattering from Alex's nose.

"So who helped you erase your crime?" Vegas demanded, his voice shaking with rage.

Alex laughed maniacally through his pain. "You'll be shocked when I say their names," he taunted.

"Fucking tell me, asshole!" Vegas shouted, slapping Alex hard across the face.

"It's your family," Alex sneered, blood dripping from his lips. "Your family helped me. Korn helped me."

Vegas froze, his mind reeling. "Why did he help you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"We made a deal with drug dealings," Alex revealed, his voice filled with spite. "If Kinn and you found out I was the one who killed him, the deal would be off. So that's why your uncle saved us. But you will never win, Vegas. You lost your man and his son, and now you will lose them again."

Before Alex could finish his taunt, Vegas pulled a knife from his pocket and put it against Alex's throat, blood dripping onto his face. The cold steel glinted in the dim light, mirroring the fury in Vegas's eyes.

"This is for Kimhan," Vegas growled, his voice filled with finality. "This ends now."

With a swift motion, Vegas slashed across Alex's throat, ending his reign of terror once and for all. The warehouse fell silent, the echoes of the past fading away as Vegas stood over Alex's lifeless body, his heart heavy but resolved.

Jeff stood outside his apartment, eyes glued to the road, his heart pounding with anxiety and hope. Each passing second felt like an eternity as he prayed for his son's safe return. Finally, a black car pulled up to the gate. Jeff's breath caught in his throat as the car door swung open and Nat jumped out, rushing towards him.

"Nat!" Jeff cried, dropping to his knees and opening his arms wide. Nat threw himself into his father's embrace, and they hugged tightly, both sobbing with relief and emotion.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't save you," Jeff whispered, kissing Nat's face over and over. "Are you okay, baby?" His voice trembled as he quickly pulled back, opening Nat's shirt. He gasped at the sight of the belt scratches and bruises on his son's belly.

Jeff choked back tears, his heart breaking. "Who did this to you?" he asked softly, his voice filled with pain and anger.

Nat clung to him, tears streaming down his face. "It's okay, papa Vegas saved me," he managed to say, his voice weak but steady.

Jeff hugged him again, holding him close. "Where is Vegas?" he asked, looking towards the car, hoping to see their savior.

Inside the dimly lit warehouse, Vegas crouched down near Alex's lifeless body, his face covered in blood. He was playing with a knife, his eyes dark and filled with a boiling rage. The cold steel glinted ominously in the dim light, reflecting the fury within him.

"You're going to pay for destroying our happiness," Vegas muttered, his voice low and menacing. "I tried to change, to leave the old monster behind, but if this is what it takes..."

He glanced down at the knife in his hand, the blood dripping slowly onto the floor. "Then the old monster is back."

With a swift motion, Vegas plunged the knife into Alex's lifeless body one last time, ensuring there would be no return. The warehouse fell silent, the echoes of the past slowly fading away.

Vegas stood up, wiping the blood from his face with a sense of finality. He knew that what he had done was necessary, but the burden of his actions weighed heavily on him. The old monster within him had resurfaced, but for the sake of those he loved, it was a price he was willing to pay.