SOLD TO THE MAFIA | SAILUBPON

CHAPTER 6

Pon stretched, still a little tired from the night before, but the warmth of Sailub's presence seemed to fill him with energy. There was something about the man that made Pon feel safe, it was unexpected.

something beyond the mafia leader persona, beyond the money and power. It was the quiet moments, the softness in Sailub's words, the way he made Pon feel like he wasn't just a pawn in his world, but someone worth paying attention to.

Pon glanced at Sailub, who was already sitting up, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve as if nothing could disrupt his composed demeanor.

The contrast between Sailub's calm, calculated aura and the adrenaline fueled world of racing made Pon feel like he was stepping into an entirely different universe a universe that Sailub had always been a part of but was only now opening to him.

"Race?" Pon repeated, intrigued by the idea. He had never been in a car like the ones Sailub owned, let alone driven one. But the thought of learning from Sailub, the man who had so much power and control, sent a thrill through him. "You really think I can race?"

Sailub chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made Pon's heart flutter unexpectedly. "Of course. You won't know until you try, right? But don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe. I'll teach you how to drive like one of us."

Pon hesitated for a moment, thinking about his lack of experience. He was used to being cautious, living a life where every decision mattered because there was little room for mistakes.

But here, with Sailub, everything felt different. The rules were different, the stakes felt higher, and yet Pon couldn't help but feel like this was an opportunity to truly test himself, to step into a world that had always seemed so far out of reach.

"Alright," Pon said, his voice filled with determination, though he still felt the butterflies in his stomach. "I'll try. I trust you Khun Sai."

Sailub's smile deepened, the playful glint in his eyes softening into something more affectionate. He leaned forward, brushing his fingers through Pon's hair with a tenderness that belied his usually intimidating presence. "Good. That's what I like to hear from you."

They both stood, and Sailub led Pon out of the bedroom and through the house. The morning light streamed through the windows, casting long shadows as they walked.

Pon couldn't help but notice how effortlessly Sailub moved through the space, the way people seemed to give him a wide berth, how even the servants and staff treated him with reverence.

When they reached the garage, Pon's breath caught in his throat. The garage wasn't just a place to store cars it was a work of art.

Sleek, high-end cars were lined up like they were displayed in a museum. There were cars that Pon had only seen in magazines or on TV, each one gleaming and perfect.

"This is my world, Pon," Sailub said, his voice low, almost reverent. "Each one of these cars tells a story. Some of them are old, others are brand new, but they all represent a part of me, a part of my past and my future."

Pon walked closer to one of the cars, running his fingers lightly over the polished surface of a silver sports car. "They're beautiful... I would always see this inside TV shows only.." His voice trailed off as he looked at the cars in awe.

"Want to learn about them?" Sailub asked, already walking toward a sleek black car at the back of the garage.

Pon nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. "Yes, please."

Sailub gestured for him to follow. "This one's special. It's a custom build one of a kind. I had it exactly how I wanted it." He opened the door and slid into the driver's seat with ease, as if it was second nature. "This is where the fun begins."