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In Bangkok's underworld, two names were feared above all others-
Kinn.
Vegas.
Two brothers.
Cold. Dangerous. Untouchable.
Alongside them was their younger brother, Macau.
The three of them had lost everything at a very young age.
Because one night...
they were betrayed.
That night, Kinn, Vegas, and Macau's parents attended what was supposed to be a meeting with trusted business allies.
They believed they were safe.
They were wrong.
It was a trap.
A police raid.
Gunfire.
Fire.
Chaos.
Vegas watched his mother die on the spot.
His little sister became trapped in the flames.
Their father fought until his last breath trying to save his family.
And then...
he died too.
The bloodshed of that night happened because of one man's betrayal.
The father of Porche, Pete, and Chay.
He had sold information.
For money.
For power.
For his own gain.
Young Vegas watched his family burn before his eyes.
Kinn was forced to become the head of the family overnight.
Macau grew up haunted by nightmares.
And Vegas?
Vegas grew up with rage.
Years later...
The three brothers ruled Bangkok's mafia world.
Their names alone inspired fear.
People used to say-
"If Vegas is smiling, someone is about to die."
But there were still three names left on their revenge list.
Porche.
Pete.
Chay.
The children of the traitor.
They knew nothing about what their father had done.
They lived ordinary lives.
Porche, the protective older brother.
Pete, quiet and soft-hearted.
Chay, the innocent dreamer.
But destiny was already moving toward them.
Dark.
Slow.
Merciless.
One night...
Vegas dropped three photographs onto the table.
Porche.
Pete.
Chay.
His eyes burned with hatred.
In a low voice, he said-
"Their father burned our home to the ground."
Then he picked up Pete's photograph.
Soft features.
Gentle eyes.
Completely innocent.
Vegas's expression darkened even further.
His fingers tightened around the picture.
And with a cold smile, he whispered-
"Now it's their turn." 🖤