Lethal || k.nj & l.m ✔️

XVI

• Thailand •
- 4:30 am -

All night Chuan Juntasa was unable to sleep at the thought that Lalisa Manoban can possibly already be in another country. Away from him, that she's safe somewhere. Basically under the radar. He hated the thought that someone was helping her, he wanted her to be a helpless girl. A girl that makes stupid decisions and gets herself either captured or killed.

That's all Chuan Juntasa wants, he had to get himself ready for what was to come. Nothing in this world would make him happier, then to see Lalisa Manoban covered in her own blood and suffering from all the forced damage that he's done to her.

He sits in his office, wearing a perfectly tailored brown suit. "Any word from Malaysia? They haven't gotten back to us about the activity that was happening last night." A frustrated Chuan questions his men. "Sir, we've been trying to contact them, but the lines have gone down out of no where." Someone answers him. "Well!! Get the fucken lines back up!!" He pounds his fist onto his desk.

He runs his hand over his slicked back hair and let's out a breath as he leans back into his big chair. "Bring me some scotch and my cigars." He orders, one of his men runs quickly over to get Chuan's desirables. "Sir, the cars will be ready for departure shortly." One of the younger members says. "Perfect, somehow let the Malaysian leader know that we'll be on our way in no time." Chuan announces as he pulls a cigar from the small container that packed eight cigars in a row that was secured by velvet cushioning.

From the way Chuan Juntasa takes care of his cigars, many would say he takes better care of them then some parents take care of their children.

A glass of scotch is placed on the desk in front of Chuan Juntasa. Smoke fills the air as the cigar is lit for him by a pure silver lighter, he takes a sip of scotch and he swishes the alcoholic beverage in his mouth, before he swallows and nods. "I haven't had that scotch in a while, it has aged well." He tells his men, all the men nod in agreement, though none of them will be having a sip of the scotch. "Sir, the cars are ready for departure."

"Okay, let's move out." Half of his men leave with him on their way to Malaysia, "I hope we find a lead on Lalisa." He tells himself as he gets into his car. He is escorted in a black Tahoe led by two black Tahoe's and followed by two more black Tahoe's. The distance from his mansion to the Malaysian leaders mansion took several hours, but it was worth it. On the drive over to the destination, he thought of the possibilities of finding Lalisa.

Many horrible plans went through his head, he was already ahead of himself. He was already thinking about all the ways he'd torture her, much more then the time he had the meeting with the mafia leaders at his mansion. All he wanted at this point was to find her, and hear her scream until her throat bleeds.

There's really nothing you can ask as to why he wants to torture her so bad, many might ask if it was something her grandfather did to him. Maybe he experienced something horrible when he was much younger, or in his teenage years. But, the answer is he's just a horrible horrible man. Screams of others that are in pain, or the blood that stains his skin makes him smile because he is such a evil man.

In time, they make it to Malaysia and waiting for them is the Malaysian mafia leader, Afiq Megat. "Ah, Chuan Juntasa, it's always a pleasure to see you. Isn't my country so beautiful?" He questions the eager Thailand Mafia leader who steps out of the escort cars. Afiq stands in front of his mansion that was very like palace. He wore a luxurious suit that looked completely made out of snake skin, his shoes reflected the sun. Several gold rings on his fingers and the most expensive Rolex watch on his wrist.