Twins Reunited

CH.5

A month had already gone by and the hospital hadn't seen Tyme, and Great hadn't been seen at work or anything, which only amplified Vegas's anxiety and worry as to where the fuck his brother was. Who in their right mind could just take those two away.

He decided to take matters into his own hands, he had to find out what was going on. Vegas called a meeting with his most trusted lieutenants, laying out his fears and suspicions. They had to find Great and Tyme. The room was silent, the weight of the situation pressing down on them like a heavy fog.

"Alright, split into teams. Check their last known locations, talk to anyone who might've seen them, and don't hold back. If someone's taken them, I want to know who and why," Vegas ordered, his voice low but firm.

The men nodded and dispersed, their boots echoing on the marble floor as they left the room. Vegas sat back in his chair, rubbing his temples, trying to piece together the puzzle that had become his life.

Days turned into weeks as the search for Great and Tyme continued. Leads turned cold, and Vegas began to lose hope. But he knew he couldn't give up. He had to be strong for his brother, for the family he never knew he had.

One evening, as Vegas was about to head to bed, a knock came at the door. He opened it to find one of his men, face grim, holding a phone.

"Boss, we found something," the man said, handing over the device.

Vegas's heart raced as he watched the video play out on the screen. It was grainy, but he could make out two figures being led into a warehouse by a group of masked men. His gut told him it was Great and Tyme, but he needed to be sure.

He called for Pete, who came running, the concern etched on his face. Vegas played the video for him, and they both watched in horror as the scene unfolded.

"We're going to get them back," Vegas said, his voice steely with determination. "I don't care who did this or why, they're coming home."

Pete nodded, his jaw clenched. "Whatever you need, babe, I'm with you."

The search grew more intense, Vegas's men working around the clock. They followed every lead, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. Vegas knew that in the world of the mafia, information was power, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get his family back.

The tension in the mansion was palpable. The once bustling halls were now silent, save for the occasional footsteps of the men coming and going with reports. Everyone was on high alert, waiting for any piece of news, good or bad.

And then, finally, a breakthrough. One of Vegas's men found a lead, a name linked to the warehouse where Great and Tyme were last seen. It was a low-level thug, someone Vegas had dealt with before. He knew that if he could get to him, he might be able to get some answers.

Without wasting any more time, Vegas called for the man to be brought to the mansion. As they waited for the thug's arrival, he and Pete discussed strategy, preparing themselves for what was to come.

The man was brought in, bruised and bloodied, but alive. Vegas looked him in the eye, his own eyes cold and hard. "Tell me where my brother is," he demanded.

The thug looked up, fear evident in his eyes. He knew better than to cross Vegas. "I don't know," he choked out. "They took him and that doctor, said it was orders from the top."

Vegas's hand tightened into a fist. "Who from the top?"

The thug swallowed hard. "I don't know his name, but he's got connections. Bigger than you."

Vegas's mind raced. Who could be powerful enough to take his brother and not leave a trace? He had to find out who was behind this and make them pay.

He stood up, the chair scraping against the floor. "Take him away. I'll deal with him later."