𝓐𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷[8]

Author: This chapter is bit longer I combined two chapters together so we can get to the main meeting rq. I think people would prefer them to meet earlier.

France 2:40am

The silence was shattered by the sound of loud sirens blasting through the prison .

" PRISONER 678 " An officer shouted through the speakers , there was chaos everywhere, police officers running around , prisoners screaming with excitement.

" Shit shit these fucking helicopters" A man crouched near the corner of the building mumbled out in frustration , he was covered in dirt , his hair wild, tangled up , his face unshaven. There were helicopters covering the sky, their bright lights flashing down below,searching for him.

" All units report to the south building immediately, helicopters return to their places" The speaker announced loudly. The helicopters immediately began to clear out , the lights died out and the area was covered in darkness. 

The man in the corner sighed , and began making his way towards the large brick wall , he picked up a pebble from the ground and threw it to the other side, a rope was thrown from the opposite side and he smiled showing his teeth , grabbing onto the rope, he inhaled sharply , took one look behind him and began climbing up the rope.

" Freedom , atlas" He cried out.

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NuNew pov

I would be performing for pentagon bar tonight , I was currently getting ready to head out to meet Jay to discuss about tonight. I put on a black crop-top , it was fairly long ,exposed a little bit of my skin , I put a leather coat over , and loose pair of black jeans .

Nat would be out tonight, he was busy with workshops for an upcoming film. I look at myself in the mirror and apply some perfume before grabbing my helmet and walking out of my house. I go to the garage and walk over to my black motorbike. It's been awhile since I have taken her for a ride, I feel the familiar rush of adrenaline pulsing through my veins.I put my black helmet on and swing my leg over the bike , twisting the key, the engine roars alive, I place my hand on the hand grip twisting it. A smile forms on my face as I take off .

Jay told me to meet with him at his bar , I make my way towards the building and park my bike aside . I take my helmet of and hold in on my side as I make my way towards the bar entrance .

Gemini's bar is popular despite being small, it's really well known and the customers size has increased since I began performing here. I enter the bar, it feels odd being here during the day, the space is empty, clean, no crazy lights. I notice Jay sitting on the high chairs near the bar counter , he waves at me flashing a smile and gesturing me to come towards him , I smile back at me making my way towards the counter .

" You ready for tonight buddy " Jay asked patting my shoulders , I gave him a half smile.

If I'm being honest I'm nervous to perform at pentagon, I have heard many things about it, it's the most famous bar in Thailand ,there many celebrities event held there.

"Little nervous" I tell him , bringing my palm to my left cheek, supporting my face as I lean against my palm, frowning. " No need to be nervous , your the best singer I've seen ,and you might get offers to work as an Idol" He yells out in excitement, throwing his hands in the air

" You seem happier than me" I say grinning , shaking my head.

" Of course I'm happy man the CEO of pentagon noticed my bar, and requested a singer, like wow" jay says looking dazed staring at particularity nothing , his mouth a gape.He shakes his head and turns to look at me " Let's discuss tonight'sevent You are to arrive at Pentagon at 6:30 pm, enter through the main doors, someone will escort you to the private rooms where you can get things settled, your supplies will be set-up for you, I think you will have some time to look around but a guard escort will be needed" Jay informs me

"who is hosting the the event?" I ask him, raising a brow

" It's being held my a famous family group, the Theerapanyakun's"

my eyes widen, interest peeking, I've heard a lot about that family on the news, their basically everywhere,every single member of the family is successful business man.

"Well this is going to be interesting" I reply to him, a smile forming on my face.

" Well i gotta head out soon, one more important thing don't mingle with any of the guest, if possible just stay in the private room and after your performance leave" Jay tells me , taking his phone out of his pocket. I tilted my had towards him in confusion .

"The Theerapnayakun's behind the scenes is more fucked up than you think" He pauses ,his fingers tapping against the phone screen " we only see what is shown to us NuNew "

I'm left in the void of my thoughts once again. Jay and I part ways, he has some meeting to attend, I had no classes today , I had left all my supplies at the bar to be transported to Pentagon for tonight, I didn't need a reason to return back home and It was lonely without Nat, I don;t want to get trapped in my thoughts again.

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France 

" Ceci est un avertissement [this is a warning to all citizens] , we have just received news this Morning a dangerous convict from the most highly guarded prison has escaped tonight around 3 in the morning , we suggest you to stay in-doors and please be cautious when going out. The police has not released any information about the prisoner yet, but we advise you to keep up with the latest news, and remain safe"

A tall man wearing neat all black suite was staring at the large tv hung up in front of the waiting room, he had a satisfied smile , his hair was neatly combed back,smoothed out with gel. He leaned back on the metal chair and crossed his legs,clasping his hand on his knee-cap.

"Sir the security level has been upgraded in the airport" A tall man sitting next to the guy tells him,staring ahead. " You have it under control ?" He asks, arrogance filled in his tone. "Yes" The man replies standing up and walking away.

" Flight 247.." The speaker announces, The man in all black stands up , pulling his coat down, he checks his watch and look towards someone , before blending in along with the crowd .

" I've been waiting to meet you again Anderson" 

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NuNew POV

A flawless painted canvas, filled with skillful strokes of deft yellow, red and orange, the bright yellow flame burnt in the center of the sky, gradually melting away, waving farewell as daylight died and darkness rushed by.

I could feel myself getting nervous as I got closer to the Pentagon Bar. The parking lot was empty, with only a few guards on duty, and a cold breeze that blew across my body, adhering my garments to my flesh. After parking my bike in the corner, I removed my helmet, combed my hair, and got off my bike.

The bar was enormous and incredibly beautiful from the outside. It was made entirely of glass, and the painted sunset's reflection danced around the walls.

" Mr.Chawarin?" A deep voice called from behind me. I turned around to be met with a bright orange-haired man. He had a formal black suit on, and his face was painted with a bright smile. It's an infectious smile that spreads its joy to everyone.

"Chai,krab[ yes]," I replied,smiling back and bringing my hands together to greet him.

He nods his head and gestures for me to follow him. He takes out a card from his pocket as we approach the entrance. There are two other guards standing on each corner; they look like foreigners. [Korean's ? They have foreigners here tonight too; Shia this is making me more nervous]

The orange-haired man shows his card to the guards, and they let him enter. I follow him into the large building.

It's filled with more guards on the inside; in every corner of the room, there are two guards positioned; there are a bunch of round, tall glass tables with eight glass stools surrounding them; there are two bar counters on each side of the room; and there are about dozens of alcohol bottles stacked on the wooden shelf behind the bar counter.

There is a large stage up front, where my instruments are located.

"Call me Leo." The man's voice snaps me back to reality. "Don't mind all the guards and stuff," he says,waving his hand at particularly nothing.

"Call me NuNew, and it's hard to not find the guards intimidating," I tell him, laughing slightly. Leo shakes his head and smiles. "Well, I'll show you the backstage, and remember to stay there; if you need anything, just ask the guard." He informs me, walking away. I trail behind him, jogging a bit to catch up; he has long strides.

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Italy, 12:45 a.m.

A porcelain-black SUV approached the large mansion, surrounded by white gates. There were two security guards positioned outside the gate. The SUV stopped at the entrance, and the driver rolled down his windows.

"Reporting from France, the fallen faction" The driver sternly says , showing a white card to the guards. They salute him and open the gates.

A few more guards turned to look at the approaching car. The driver parked the car right in front of the mansion gates and hurriedly got out. He walked to the back and opened the door. A tall, thin man stepped out,his head held high and a stern expression etched across his features. The guard closed the car door and lead him inside the large mansion.

The inside was vast; the flooring was covered in dark red carpets; there were many doors leading in different directions; a large glass chandelier hung above the room, illuminating it; there were guards in every corner; they stared as the man began making his way across the room.

A guard is waiting for the man near the door to the far left. He bows as the tall man approaches him. "stavamo aspettando il tuo arrivo [we have been awaiting your arrival, sir]". The man nods at the guard, and they begin to make their way deeper into the mansion. The guard comes to a halt once they reach an office and steps aside. A tall figure sitting on a leather chair is looking back towards his audience. He has a large wine bottle in his hand, his hair is dishevelled from the back, and there are creases along his clothes.

"Hanno ucciso mio figlio" He says ,his voice cracking.

"THEY KILLED MY SON; THEY FUCKING KILLED HIM." He screams in agony, throwing the Wine bottle from his hand. It shattered upon impact with the floor, and red wine spilled out, creating a clear puddle on the floor. The guard bows his head,his face filled with sympathy, and he leaves.

The sound of muffled tears echos through the room. The tall man in the black suit takes a seat in front of the figure with his back turned.

"There is no point in crying, my old friend; the only answer is revenge, Anderson." The tall figure says it dryly. He sighs and clasps his hands on top of the table. Anderson turns around, his face filled with anger and pain and his eyes bloodshot. He reeks of alcohol and cigarettes.

"Even if we are the mafia, the pain of losing your children is unbearable, Chalerm." The man sighs, getting up. He walks over to the bookshelf in the corner and grabs a little USB drive set near the end. He comes back to his desk, opens up his laptop, and inserts the USB drive.

—————- —— A video begins to play.

"You deserve this little brat." A harsh voice says pushing the man in front of him to the ground; he groans in pain; the figure above him begins to kick him; the man on the ground cries in agony and begs for him to stop; but no reply.

"You're more fucking weak than we anticipated; who would have thought Mark Anderson's son Anthony is so weak but has such a big ego?" A soft voice calls out. Sitting on the couch of the room, a tall man in a red crop top and black pants,he has beautiful ruby red ear rings that reach his shoulders, his lips curved into a sly smile.

Anthony, the man on the ground, looks up at the person sitting on the couch and spits out blood onto his boots, earning a kick to the stomach from the other figure. The man sitting down chuckles slightly before signalling the figure beating Anthony to stop.

"Leave and tell Vegas my location," he informs. The guy bows his head and steps out of the room. Loud music and party lights shine through the door upon being opened, and the noise dies out as the doors shut. The sound of crying is the only sound heard in the little room.

"Oh, little boy, don't cry. We haven't even done anything to you yet." The man in red says, kneeling down to face the younger man on the ground. He grabs a fistful of Anthony's hair and tilts his head up forcefully until their eyes meet.

"You fucking bastard!" Antony screams, trying to lift himself up and pounce on the older man,but he bashes the younger man's head down to the ground.

The older man repeats the action a few times until Anthony's face is bruised and covered in blood. The sound of the door opening is heard, and the older man drops Anthony head down and stands up to face the tall man who has just entered. His expression is filled with worry. "Oh Pete, are you okay, love?" He says this in concern, rushing over to the guy and cupping his face,tilting it side-to-side, and checking for injuries.

Pete laughs, grabs Vegas hands, and kisses his palm. "I'm okay, love," he says, rolling his eyes. Vegas sighs in relief and looks behind Pete's shoulder, noticing the younger man on the ground.

"You've got Anthony, I see?" He says, a creepy grin forming on his lips. Pete hums yes and steps aside. Vegas approaches man on the floor and kneels down. He grabs a fistful of Anthony's hair and raises his head up.

"Aren't you a lucky one? Getting to spend your last moments with the famous psycho cousins of the Theerapanyakun family ," Vegas says, excitement filling his tone.

——————- The video ends. ———————————

"As always, the Theerapnyakuns believe they are superior ." Anderson grumbles out, pinches his nose, and shuts the computer.

A frantic-looking guard rushed inside the office . The two older men raised an eyebrow in his direction

"Sir. Anderson We have received a message from Vegas Theerapnyakun," the guard says,catching his breath. Anderson's blood boils at the mention of that name; he hates every single member of that family.

"What did that monster say?" He asks angrily

"Your son..." Before the guard can finish his sentence, Anderson stands up and slams his fist on the table, startling the poor guard.

"Your son is admitted to Bangkok International Hospital Mr.Theerapankun told us he is still alive, but his brain is no longer responsive." The guard is sorrowfully bowing his head.

With a short, sad expression on his face, Anderson returns to his seat. Anger and an insatiable craving for blood covers up all of the grief. He pulls a revolver from his desk's wooden drawer and fires at the guard, who is still lowering his head.

"Pathetic fucker being sympathetic towards me." He yells out.

"I believe you are joining me.?" Chalerm speaks up.

Anderson raises a hand and gives him a strong nod. Their intentions begin when they both shake hands and decide to work together.

Zori: OMG did you all hear about Net and James 😭 , Im gonna miss them .