The Bound Collision

Chapter 11

FOURTH'S POV:-

The first thing I did after reaching back to the room was taking a shower. My whole body completely sweaty from the three hour long workout, I  slid out of my sweat drenched clothes, throwing them in the laundry basket.

 Walking past the mirror, I couldn't help but halt in front of it. As I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were immediately drawn to the scar on my arm. P'Mix had just taken off the bandage in the morning, the continuous regular checkup from P'Mix had helped the wound to heal a lot better. I could easily move my arm, but a stinging pain still existed 

 The wound had healed over the past week, leaving behind a thin, jagged line that marked where the bullet had grazed my arm. The skin was still delicate around it. Grazing my finger over the wound my mind suddenly flashed back the images from that night. My palm immediately formed a fist, instinctively my hands clenched on to the edge of the marble basin in front. 

They got to escape that day

But not again

The past whole week had been spent in trying to find something out on them. The shipments being traded to "The Sinners", has been lessened. We couldn't possibly block it because of two reasons-

First, The Sinners is one of the most elegant and visited night clubs in the east of Bangkok, we can't possibly shut it down, and Second blocking the supply will trigger them more. After that incident its for sure that the main cartel has got the hint but still we can't take any more stupid problems. This wasn't supposed to be this big, but yet it needs to be completely sorted.

I shook my head trying to snap myself out of my own thoughts, the sudden change of a lot of events in my life in a single week has taken quite a toll, I walked away from the mirror, sliding the glass door as I stepped into the shower cube.

The warm water cascaded over me, washing away the grime and sweat of the day. The steam enveloped me, providing a temporary escape from the chaos that had become my life. I let the water soothe my aching muscles, lingering under the spray longer than usual. Eventually, I turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping a towel around my waist. I wiped the fog off the mirror, taking one last look at myself before stepping out.

Just as I was done changing into my shorts, I was trying to rub my hair with the towel around my neck. And every time when I have to dry my hair I automatically get lazy.

Fuck it

It'll dry on it's own

 I got the towel off me, just as I have thrown it on the bed there was a sudden knock on the door. I sighed, wondering who it could be at this hour. 

"Come in", I shouted, as the door opened as one of the house helps, Ms. Hannah appeared from behind the door, smiling politely, that smile has always been intact on her face.

"You're being expected downstairs for dinner, young master.", she said in a polite tone

I groaned, flopping back onto the bed dramatically. "Ms. Hannah, do I have to? I'm so tired, I can barely move."

Miss Hannah chuckled, "Miss Nittaya has insisted young master, Lets go down, Your mother is waiting for you."

I pouted closing his eyes, uh!

"I don't wanna eat now, I am too tired for it", 

"But young mas-"

"Miss Hannah, can you please tell mom that.....that I'm...No-wait- tell her I'm already asleep",  I whined a bit, "I'll eat later I promise", I said as I smiled, Miss Hannah will help me.