The Bound Collision

Chapter 44

Placing the cigarette between his lips, Arthit shoved his hands into the right pocket of his pants, irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

Where the fuck is the lighter?

His frown deepened as he rifled through his left pocket, his frustration mounting. Damn it! He needed a drag now; his entire body felt like it was on fire, fueled by a mix of anger and humiliation. The meeting had been a disaster, a humiliating defeat that left him reeling. His father's capitulation to Fourth was like a stab to his pride, and he couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that clung to him.

Finally, his fingers closed around the familiar shape of the lighter. He flicked it open and lit up his cigarette, the flame momentarily illuminating his face before he took a deep drag. As the smoke filled his lungs, his fist tightened at his side, an urge to punch something—or someone—growing stronger by the second.

How could his father just sign those papers? The thought made his blood boil, each drag of the cigarette fueling his anger. He could almost hear Fourth's voice, that sharp, commanding tone cutting through the tension of the room.

He gritted his teeth, the taste of smoke bitter on his tongue. I'll show him- he vowed silently, a plan already forming in his mind. How long had he been planning this? Fourth was supposed to be his—his possession, his claim. Yet now, that smug bastard had pulled the rug right out from under him, and it felt like a knife twisting in his gut.

"Smoking? Thought you'd still be recovering from the punch."

Arthit, drenched in his thoughts, simply jolted to look back. The deep cold voice came from just behind him as he frantically looked back. And the moment he saw the person behind him, he quickly recovered from astonishment as he got overtaken by fuming anger.

What the fuck is this bastard doing here?!?

And how the hell did he come this close without him realising?

Arthit clenched his jaw as he looked straight into the eyes of the guy in front of him. "What the fuck are you doing here?!", Arthit sneered voicing his thoughts

The guy in front smirked.

"Thought I should check on you."

Arthit's anger flared hotter. "You-You think you're some smart ass huh? Don't forget you're in my fucking territory. It wouldn't take me seconds before wiping out your existence"

Gemini leaned against the wall, as his smirk grew wider. Really? This guy is delusional-He is literally trying to threaten the one who just made him take a full 5 minutes to recover from a punch.

"You should really do some thinking Arthit", Gemini said sarcasm dripping down his tone

"Don't flatter yourself, you fucker. Fourth will be mine. I have planned this long. He'd never settle for a sidekick like you," Arthit spat, his voice laced with venom.

Gemini's jaw clenched, but this cool demeanor didn't falter, "Sidekick? That's cute," Gemini retorted, an icy smile dancing on his lips. "But anyway, let's cut to the chase"

Gemini took a step forward, "Just a friendly little advice Mr. Kittisawad", Gemini said leaning in a bit, "I don't want to see you anywhere near Fourth, ever again. Just man up and accept the fact."

Arthit, for a second actually flinched, he had never imagined some natural person can lower their stern voice to such a decibel. Arthit felt a chill run down his spine yet he tried to maintain his look, the weight of Gemini's gaze heavy and unyielding. "You really think you can keep him? Fourth will be mine soon enough."