"KIM"

Chapter 25

Inside the Major Mansion, the sounds of gunfire echoed, a symphony of violence that painted the walls with blood. Dead bodies littered the floor, a testament to the ferocity of the attack. Amidst the chaos, Vegas stood tall, a cigar in his mouth, inhaling deeply before exhaling a plume of smoke. He clicked the barrel of his gun, reloading with practiced ease before continuing his deadly march.

Vegas smirked at the carnage around him. To him, this was art—his art. The bodies on the floor, the blood splatters, each a stroke in his masterpiece of vengeance.

He moved through the mansion with lethal precision, every step calculated, every shot fired with purpose. His eyes were cold and focused, devoid of mercy. Anyone who tried to stop him fell quickly, their attempts futile against his relentless assault.

Finally, he reached the office where Korn and his bodyguards had taken their last stand, protecting their master with desperate determination. The heavy door was no match for Vegas; he kicked it open with a resounding crash.

Inside, Korn stood behind his desk, flanked by his remaining guards. Their faces were pale with fear, yet they remained resolute. Korn’s eyes met Vegas’s, a mixture of fear and defiance in his gaze.

"Vegas," Korn said, trying to maintain his composure. "You don't have to do this."

Vegas took another drag from his cigar, then flicked it aside. "Oh, but I do," he replied, his voice calm and cold. "You helped Alex. You destroyed our happiness. Now, you’ll pay."

One of the bodyguards lunged at Vegas, but he was too quick. A shot rang out, and the guard crumpled to the floor. Vegas moved with deadly efficiency, dispatching each guard who dared to stand in his way.

With the guards eliminated, Vegas turned his attention back to Korn. The old man’s bravado had faded, replaced by a desperate plea for his life.

"Why did you help him?" Vegas demanded, his gun trained on Korn. "Why did you betray your own family?"

Korn's voice shook as he answered, "It was business, Vegas. Just business. The drug deals, the power—it was all for the family."

Vegas's expression hardened. "For the family? You sold us out for your own greed. You let Kimhan die. You let Alex hurt my family."

Korn's face twisted in fear as Vegas advanced. "Please, Vegas. We can talk this out. We can make a deal."

Vegas laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "No more deals. No more betrayals. This ends now."

Vegas paused, his eyes narrowing. "You didn't help us because Kim wasn't your son, was he? That's why you did this."

Korn's eyes widened in panic, his guilt evident. "It was more complicated than that," he stammered, but Vegas had heard enough.

With a swift motion, Vegas fired, the bullet hitting Korn squarely in the chest. Korn staggered, clutching at his wound before collapsing behind his desk.

Vegas stood over him, his face a mask of grim satisfaction. "This is for Kimhan, and for everyone else you hurt," he said quietly. He turned and walked out of the office, leaving behind the remnants of Korn’s empire.

The mansion was eerily silent now, the sounds of battle replaced by the stillness of death. Vegas stepped outside, the cool night air washing over him. The nightmare was over, but the cost had been high.

Vegas walked into the dimly lit room where Kinn and Tankhun were waiting. Their faces were a mix of shock and grim determination, the tension palpable in the air. Vegas held his gun loosely at his side, his expression unreadable as he approached them.

Kinn stepped forward, his eyes filled with a storm of emotions. "Vegas, what have you done?" he demanded, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow.

Vegas met his gaze steadily, then dropped the gun at their feet. "What I did," he began, his voice calm and resolute, "I will never feel guilty about. I did what was right. Kimhan and Venice deserved justice."

Tankhun, who had been silent, finally spoke up, his voice cracking with emotion. "But you killed our father, Vegas. You killed Korn."

Vegas nodded, his expression hardening. "Yes, I did. Because of him, I lost Kimhan. Because of him, Alex hurt Jeff and Nat. Your father made deals with Alex, allowed his crimes to go unpunished, all for his own gain."

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving theirs. "If you think what I did was wrong, if you feel angry about it, then you can shoot me," he said, stepping back and spreading his arms wide in a gesture of surrender. "But know this: I did it for justice. I did it for our family, for the ones we lost."

Kinn's hands trembled as he picked up the gun, his eyes filled with tears. He looked at Tankhun, who shook his head, his own eyes wet with unshed tears. "Kinn, don’t," Tankhun whispered. "We can't lose more family. Not like this."

Kinn looked back at Vegas, the weight of the decision heavy on his shoulders. Slowly, he lowered the gun, his face a mask of pain and conflict. "You did what you thought was right," Kinn said finally, his voice breaking. "But we have to find a way to move forward. We can't keep tearing each other apart."

Vegas nodded, relief and sorrow mingling in his expression. "I understand," he said quietly. "But know this: I will always protect those I love. No matter the cost."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the aftermath of their confrontation settling over them. They had lost so much, and the path ahead was uncertain. But for now, they were together, bound by blood and the shared grief of their losses.

As the three men stood there, the weight of their decisions and the cost of their actions bore down on them. But in that moment, they knew they had to find a way to heal, to rebuild what had been shattered.

And so, with heavy hearts and uncertain futures, they faced the dawn of a new day, determined to honor the memories of those they had.