You're Mine, I'm Yours II

Part 10

The dim morning light barely seeped through the thick curtains as Khaotung paced across his new office, the silence pressing in around him. Despite the sterile, elegant furnishings, the room felt oppressive-just another cage his father had built for him, even if it was halfway across the world. The events of the previous night haunted him, each moment replaying with relentless clarity.

First's touch, his grip, the rawness of their encounter-it lingered in Khaotung's mind like a fevered echo. His fingers instinctively brushed over the faint bruises on his neck, tracing the brand First had left, both visible and invisible. Every mark felt like a silent claim, a reminder of the chaos they shared, the pull they couldn't sever. He couldn't shake the feeling, nor deny how he'd willingly answered First's challenge, accepting this volatile connection that seemed destined to consume them both.

Khaotung's gaze fell to his reflection in the window, catching sight of his bruised lip and the shadow of teeth marks beneath his shirt. The rawness in his eyes mirrored what he felt-a mixture of anger, desire, and something deeper, something he couldn't quite name. First's words echoed in his mind: "Then you need to decide, Khaotung. Are you willing to accept this?" And his own response, spoken without hesitation: "I'm willing to embrace the chaos if it means we can still use each other until there is nothing left of us."

A faint creak of the door snapped him out of his thoughts. He didn't need to look up to know who it was-New, his father's right hand and Khaotung's unwanted shadow in this foreign city. New's silhouette blocked the light from the hall as he sauntered in, his gaze taking in the disarrayed papers, the broken glass, the storm still simmering in Khaotung's expression.

"What's this outburst about?" New's voice held a slight edge of amusement, as if Khaotung's anger were nothing more than a minor diversion.

"What do you want, New?" Khaotung muttered, not bothering to conceal his irritation. He didn't have the energy for his father's errand boy right now.

New barely raised an eyebrow, unperturbed. "Your father's asked for a meeting," he replied coolly, moving to Khaotung's computer and setting up the video call without waiting for permission.

The screen flickered to life, and Khaotung's father appeared, his expression as unreadable as ever, seated in the opulence of his office back home. Everything about him spoke of control, wealth, and the cold determination he'd instilled in Khaotung since birth.

"Father," Khaotung greeted with forced civility, suppressing the anger that still coursed through him.

Thanawat's gaze swept over the mess in the room, but he ignored it, his tone direct and businesslike. "You've been in the country long enough, Khaotung. It's time to prove yourself."

Khaotung tensed, bracing for whatever unreasonable demand was coming. "What is it?"

A pause hung in the air, and his father's words were heavy with expectation. "I need you to get inside Supasit's casino."

Khaotung stiffened, disbelief flashing in his eyes. "The casino?" His voice held a dangerous edge. "You realize that place is a fortress. Supasit isn't an idiot; he knows we're rivals."

Thanawat remained unfazed, his voice sharp as a blade as he cut through Khaotung's protest. "There's someone inside Supasit's casino-a contact with information that could cripple his alliances and strengthen ours. I don't care how well-guarded he is. You're resourceful-figure it out."

A bitter laugh escaped Khaotung. "So you want me to stroll into a high-security casino, locate some guy I don't even know, and retrieve information that could get me killed?" He shook his head, frustration building. "You really expect me to risk my life for one of your power moves?"