Organosí: Love and Guns

Prologue

Outside the estate are people holding guns, swords, and bombs. Aunchananun Estate is under massacre.

"Pord dū læ Cristina, lūkchāy k̄hxng reā h̄ı̂ dī" (Please, take good care of our son, Cristina) Mae said in the phone.

"Mae, keid xarị k̄hụ̂n nı nận?" (Mae, what's happening in there?).

"Thī̀din kảlạng t̄hūk sùm comtī s̀en lūkchāy k̄hong reā meụ̄̀x t̄hụng welā h̄ı̂ nả k̄heā klạb mā laea x̂āng s̄ithṭhi̒ nı tảh̄aeǹng k̄hxng k̄heā khn xụ̄̀n mị̀ khwr mī mạn Organosi mi wi s̄ảh̄rạb k̄heā" (The estate is being ambushed. Hide our son. When the time comes, bring him back and claim his title. No one else should have it. The organosi is meant for him.) Mae stated panting. Cristina knew by that moment that the situation is worse.

"Ma!" In the background, Mae heard her son's voice, and her tears fell down. At least, for the last time she heard him.

"I love you, darling." The line ended and the loud noise caused by the bomb explosion echoed throughout the area. Indeed a massacre.

Cristina falls to her knees with Ping in her embrace. Both are in tears. Ping isn't stupid not to realize what is happening.

"Mama" He uttered.

"Your Mama loves you. She loves you very much." Cristina said as she tightened the embrace.

...

Cristina is guilty because she cannot do anything to help the Aunchananon's.  Reports came from Thailand to the Philippines composing the situations. The estate was rampantly destroyed. No one survives as the rescue were late.

"Damn it! This is worst!" How could they do this to them? Aunchananun are great leaders. They've done nothing that can cause chaos. They organized and protected the Organosi well... And this was the family gets for being so kind.

"Where's the Young Master?" Cristina asked to her men. Ping should know this. This is his estate.

"He's on his practice, Madame." Drew answered.

Cristina just nodded her head and continued. She had to do something to keep the Aunchananun in their places. No one should have the spot that's meant for Ping.

Cristina knew that Ping did his best practicing martial arts and hold guns for him to be ready. This is his destiny. Things should keep it that way.

To those traitors, just wait and we will overthrow you. One by one.

...

Don Thanapon came to the estate with a wicked smile plastered on his face. Together with the three bosses, grin is also evident as they look at the dead bodies—That include the body full of bullet of the first boss—Sib Aunchananun and his wife.

Nichakoon, the grandson of Don Thanapon just look at the undesirable view. He's used to this kind of destruction.

"Wait..." Don Sukkhapisit suddenly said, when he noticed something. Something isn't right. There's something missing.

"The bodies. It's kind of... Shia!!!" A loud cursed echoed the place upon realizing what has been missing.

"The child! If there's no child dead body, no spot for the first seat." Don Kirdpan stated. They knew that the other bosses of the organization wouldn't approve of anyone taking over the Aunchananun's seat as the first boss if a member of the family was still alive.

Nichakoon, look at the bosses that are now arguing. He smirked. Greedy.

Nichakoon turned his back and went to the car. He don't have time listening those people.

...

*8 years later*

He was on his secret place when someone's calling him.

The guard bow his head, "Mr. Nichakoon, Don Thanapon called your presence." He just nodded and followed the guard.

Later that moment he found himself facing the serious face of the Don. He knew for sure that he will have an another assignment.

"Son," the Don started.

"Sa-wat-di khrap, pa." He greeted.

The Don just nodded and place something on the desk. His sight went there curious to what is it. A picture of an infant.

"This is the only thing that we have. The child of Don Gustavo. His name is Ping Aemiy Aunchananun. Find this child, Nichakoon. Either kill him or her, or bring him or her here to me—I don't care which. We cannot waste time right now. The others are already moving. So, I'm giving you this task. Locate him or her—whatever it takes. Find someone with this name." the Don said seriously.

So, they don't know the sex of this child? Huh.

"You will be leaving tomorrow. Remember, this is the last task that I'll give for you to inherit the position. Find that bastard, Nichakoon. Don't disappoint me."

"Yes, Don." after that, he went to his room.