𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓝𝓾𝓝𝓮𝔀[10]

Author: I'm back!  sorry for not updating was out of ideas on how to contiue.  I worked really hard on this chapter. ;) ☺️ enjoy

In the lavish confines of the club room, panic seizes the air, and the deafening roar of gunfire shatters the air, sending shock waves through the opulent crowd. Panic ripples through the room like wildfire as panicked guests, dressed in their finest attire, scatter around the room, their hearts pounding in fear. Chairs topple over, and glass shatters. Amongst the turmoil, the bright lights gleam upon the grim reality unfolding below. The once serene ambiance swirls with chaos, a chilling reminder that safety is never guaranteed when involved in the mafia.

Someone will always betray you.

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NuNew POV

Before Max finishes his sentence, the deafening sound of a gunshot fills the air.

I become paralysed, and it all floods back to me. The blurry images playing in front of my eyes  , I see Max ; his lips are moving inaudibly. He grabs my arm and places me back in the backstage room, closing the door as he leaves.

My body begins to tremble, tears stinging my eyes, one after another gunshots rain down, people scream in terror, the once so comfy room feels suffocating,  I'm back once again in my dream, tears clouding my vision, I huddle over to the corner of the couch, bringing my knees up to my chest, I place my palms on my ears and put my head down.

I'm trying my best to muffle the noise. My heart is pounding in fear, and everything around me is beginning to spin. I think I'm going to die. I really am going to get shot in the head. Terror is all that runs through my blood at the moment; I can't move, I can't breathe, and I'm helpless. I begin rocking back and forth till I hear the familiar creaking of the door, and I freeze. I don't lift a muscle; I keep myself in that wrapped-up position.

"We should be safe here for the time being." An unfamiliar voice sighs out breathlessly.

"Ouii NuNew" another voice calls out. I hear footsteps coming towards me—someone crouching down beside me, wrapping their arms around my body. I feel the figure running his palms along my back in circular motions, trying to calm me.

"It's okay; we're going to keep you safe." He says quietly

I exhale shakily, my heart still pounding heavily. I remove my hands from my ears. Gunshots are still ringing in the air. I look up to see Chay, his hands still wrapped around me. "We're going to be alright, I promise," he says, reassuringly, a soft smile forming on his face. I notice another figure standing over his shoulder.

I look up at him; he has a look of concern etched over his features, and his hair is untidy.

"This is Macau; he's my friend; don't worry," Chay says, gesturing at the standing man to sit down.

We all huddle down together, waiting in silence. Not-so-silent screams mingling the air and glass shattering can be heard from outside. "What's going on?" I finally squeezed my throat; my tone is shaky.

 "We don't have any information; everything was secure, but there is no such thing as safety when you are in the maf-" Before Macau finishes his sentence, Porchay gently slaps his upper arm, giving him a stern look. "Do you think Nat is okay? I asked, tears forming in my eyes again.

"Hey, Nat is safe. We're all going to be okay. There are a bunch of skilled bodyguards out there," Chay consoles. "I Prom-" Before he finishes his sentence, a loud bang erupts from outside our door, followed by forceful pounding. We all turn our heads in terror, standing up, with Chay still having his hands wrapped around me. Macau stands in front of us with a glass flowerpot in his hands.

The door falls on the floor  with a thud, three men wearing all black, their faces covered with cloth masks, held their guns high, aiming directly at us. We don't move an inch; the three men in black form a circle around us.

"now we can all end this peacefully if you hand us the little singer." One of them says  in a rough voice, pointing his gun straight at me. Chay and Macau glance at each other confusingly. "As if you  fucker," Macau spat out. A bullet flies out of one of the men's guns, hitting the flower pot in Macau's hand. It shatters, leaving cuts on his hands.

"now, little singer boy, if you don't want us to kill your little friends, just come along with us," the same voice says once again, moving closer to us. Chay takes a step back, pulling me alongside him. At that moment, two other men enter the room wearing all black, their faces covered. "You fired to fucking early, Kent," one of the figures groans frustratingly.

"Whatever man, just get him and move those two wannabe heroes," the man who threatened us earlier says. Two of them place their guns back into their pockets; one approaches Macau, who starts to fight back; and the other is approaching me and Chay. He pushes Chay roughly to the side, causing him to fall onto the floor, and he grabs hold of my arm. "You," Chay tries to protest, but the man named Kent aims his gun at Chay. Macau has already been somehow tied up by black rops by the other man.

I can't get a single word out of my throat. I look around in horror. Chay and Macau look at me in concern, but they can't do anything.

I feel a rough grip on my arm, and I'm being dragged away. I don't protest; I just follow, my legs moving on their own.

"Wow, aren't you an obedient little dog?" The person holding my arm snickers.

"I hope you're okay with taking a little nap." One of them hums out, taking out a syringe and approaching me, and my senses return. My eyes widen in fear, and I try to back away, but they already have me trapped. "No, no, no," I scream out as the syringe enters my soft skin.

And it all goes black.

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Zee POV

The chaos unfolds in front of me; everything goes from peaceful to complete mayhem. That's how life has been.

As soon as the first gunshot rang out in the air, I reflexively grabbed my gun out of my pocket and crouched down alongside Mr. Hwang. My bodyguards had already gone into action, forming a circle around my table. Our team's main priority was to protect the South Korean group and get them out safely. We have worked too hard to create connections with this group.

"I need you guys to scatter and get the other guest to safety; I can take care of myself." I order my guards that surround me. They reply back with a strong "yes, sir" and disperse in different directions. I keep myself low, shooting back once in awhile, but it's hard to know who to shoot. "Remember to be cautious when shooting back at someone we do not know  our enemy," Pete informs all the guards through our connected earpiece.

I look around cautiously keeping my senses strong , one of Mr. Hwang's  guard rushes over to us, keeping himself low to dodge any flying bullets. "I'll escort you two out," he tells us. "Take Mr.Hwang," I tell him. I can't leave all my friends and families in here and flee. The guard complies and takes Mr.Hwang to safety.

Bullets are still flying everywhere, blood is spewing out from dead bodies, and the glass tiles are painted a vibrant red. Injured people are dragging their bodies to the club exit; no one even lays their eyes on one another. We are all selfish humans; it is our nature to save ourselves first.

"Sir Chay and Macau seem to be missing," Nat says uneasily

"Don't worry, I've sent them to the backstage room; they should be safe there...Hopefully," Kim replies back, and Nat sighs with relief. I get up from my hiding position, still kneeling low, trying to find a possible unspecified guest among us..

That's when I noticed them.

Five men, all black, had their faces covered except for one of them. "Kent," I whisper out shockingly. "What?" someone replies through the earpiece. I don't give a response back; my vision is still focused on the figures outside, carrying an unconscious body with them. As I recognise the singer from earlier, I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. [Why would they be taking him for?].

I watch them place the unconscious singer into the car, followed by them getting inside and Kent taking the driver seat. "Arm, do you have a list of all the vehicles outside?" I ask, putting my index finger on my earpiece, "Yes, sir, why?" He asked.

"I want you to take Leo, Big, and Pol with you and follow this black van; the number is XIT-7998." I tell them, squinting my eyes and making sure I got the right plate number. They don't question and take off right away. I observe as Arm, Pol, Big, and Leo come out of their hiding corners and run outside. I look outside through the glass windows of the club room and notice the black van taking off and our guards vehicle following them close by.

As soon as the vehicles disappear from our site, the gunshots stop. I get up from the ground and look around. Most of our guards have been injured or shot down. Some of the shadow guards have grabbed onto a few of the unknown men.

"How the fuck did this happen?" Kimhan walks up and yells out angrily.

"We made sure everything was secure; where the hell did this group show up from?" Max sighs out. No one responds; we all stand there in confusion till a voice comes yelling.

"NAT" Chay comes running breathlessly, followed by an injured Macau, whose hands are bleeding.

"Little angel, are you alright?" Kimhan asks softly, rushing towards Chay, Pete, and Vegas, who are coming to check on Macau. Chay nods towards Kim and exhales deeply. "Those people... they took NuNew."

"WHAT?" Nat yells, covering his mouth, his eyes widening in shock. "Were they taking him? We gotta-" Before he finished his sentence, I interrupted, "I got our group following the car, Nat." I informed him calmly.

"The singer boy?" Vegas asks, raising a brow in confusion, and we all look at each other once again, drowning in confusion. "We should send a few more guards with Arm while the rest of us stay here and patch things here," Pete tells us, stepping forward. "I'll go. I'm interested in why they decided to crash our  little gathering for this NuNew." I pause looking around. "Nat and Max, you come with me; everyone else situates things around here; and P'Kim, could you check up on our Korean guest and set up another meeting to discuss today's events? "I tell him, We all nod at each other and take off to complete our duties.

Nat and Max follow me out of the club. There are pools of blood laying around the glistening tiles, and people are crying in fear, huddled in the corners. I can hear the distant sirens approaching the area; the sky is covered in complete darkness. We enter the black SUV, with Max taking the wheel. Nat makes a call to Leo, asking them to send their location. Once we receive their location, we begin to follow.

"I should have stayed backstage with him," Nat sighs out, running his hands through his face. "Hey, don't blame yourself; we will get him out safely," Max reassures, a sympathetic smile forming on his face.

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NuNew POV

As consciousness seeps through my mind, I feel confused, a foggy haze clouding my mind. I feel my head pounding in immense pain. The scent of dampness and decay fills my nostrils. I try to move my body, but it is restricted by coarse ropes tightly wrapped around my arms and ankles.

My eyes flicker open to the darkness, the only illumination filtering through the grimy windows and casting eerie shadows along the dilapidated pavement. The sight of white rot fungi running along the rotten wood structure sends shivers down my spine. The filthy smell causes my stomach to churn, a familiar nauseating feeling creeping up my throat.

My heart races in panic as I struggle against the  restraints, every sound, every creak of the floorboards, and the distant howling of the winds amplify my fear.

The predicament of my situation hits me hard. I'm tied up in an unknown room on the floor. I have no idea why I am here. Why did those guys kidnap me? . The presence of fear still lingers around this site, sending jolts of fear through my body.

I'm stuck in a pool of my thoughts once again. The nightmare of uncertainty eludes my head, fear grips my body, it's icy fingers squeezing my chest, and as I struggle against my restraint, the fear of the unknown looms in my thoughts. Not knowing why this is happening, all I can do is pray for my safety.

I squeeze my eyes shut as the sound of distant footsteps grows closer to me.

"He's still asleep holy shitt  did you overdose Kent?" An unfamiliar voice says frantically, I feel a gentle kick on my thigh.

"He will be fine; why does it matter if he dies? Boss wants him dead anyway," Kent replies back annoyingly.

I feel tears stinging my eyes and fear running through my veins.

"What we do know"—someone begins to speak, but they get interrupted by a loud voice.

"BOSS IS HERE."

I hear footsteps running out of the damp room and a door being shut behind them. I open my eyes once again, struggling against the restraints. I sit myself up. I hear distant chattering coming from outside through the grimy windows.

I sit around in that room, tied up on the dirt-covered floor for hours, till the familiar creak sound of a door opening catches my ears.

"Oh, guess you didn't kill him, Kent," someone says, laughing.

I look up and notice a tall, arrogant-looking man walking into the room. He has a clean white suit on, a gun inside his front pocket,  he stops halfway, and raises his right hand, signalling the two guards following him to get out.

The man in white strides closer to me and kneels down. He brings his hand up to my face, and I reflexively move away. "Oh, how you have grown, little NuNew," he says softly, a hidden anger seething through his tone. He grabs onto my chin forcefully and examines my face, titling it side to side.

"You look just like her except those eyes; they remind me so much of that fucked-up bastard," he said, his voice deep and grumbling with anger. He lets go of my chin standing up  he fixes his blazer. 

He turns away for a moment, looking through the window as if he were reminiscing about his old memories. "I hate to kill you so early, my dear," he says, and kicks me hard in the stomach. I choke out a cry and fall on my back. He continues kicking me in my abdomen and ribs, and tears fill my eyes. He stops and crouches down beside my face. I whimper in fear, squeezing my eyes shut, not daring to make eye contact. "Oh little NuNew, won't you look at your beloved uncle?" he asks with sarcasm in his recitation.

I still keep my eyes shut. There is a thought in my head that he hates my eyes. The fear that he will gouge them out lingers in my mind.

"Every time I look at you, I feel such pity, yet my anger always overpowers my sympathy," he says quietly. He grabs my hair forcefully and lifts my head up, but only for a second before forcefully punching my chin. I groan out in pain.

"Look at me." He yells out, and I can feel his breath on my face. The smell of alcohol and weed makes me nauseous. I open my eyes frantically, and that's when I see it, his features are those of a middle-aged man, anger burning inside his eyes, those eyes that resemble my mother's eyes, the same shape and light brown colour. He gets up and grabs the back of my collar, dragging me through the room. I yell out in a panic. He pushes me against the hard, mould-covered walls.

"You still haven't said a word. What a shame, I hear you have a beautiful voice" He sighs out, once again kneeling in front of me. I stare at him through my  hazy vision; I have no words; my head is throbbing in pain; a pinching pain occupies my abdomen. I watch as the middle-aged man takes his hand to the pocket of his blazer and takes out something.

"NO NO NO." I cry out. As he reaches forward with a sharp knife in his hand, I begin to struggle against my restraints once again, shaking my head side to side frantically. He uses his free hand to grab hold of my neck, squeezing it tightly, blocking my airway. I begin to choke, tears streaming down my face. "Shhhhshhh." He hums a wicked smirk plastered on his face. With steady hands, he brings the steel knife near my warm skin, the cold steel sending shivers through my body.

My voice caught in my throat, sliced by fear, and my blurry gaze held steady on the knife that was close to my skin. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, thick, suffocating fog filling the air. As the knife made its  deep long incision to the right of my neck below my chin , a line of blood welled along the wound, and I felt the warm, crimson blood trickling along my skin.

In the silence of the empty room, all that can be heard are my desperate sounds of choked breaths. My vision became fogged, and I knew this familiar feeling—the heaviness of my head—before it all went black.

"SIRE, WE NEED TO GO KNOW." I hear someone yelling out. I look through my clouded vision at the man in front of me. He looks back calmly, giving a nod to the guard, before fixing his gaze on me. His hands against my neck have loosened, and I am desperately gasping for oxygen.

"I shall see you again, my dear Nephew," he whispers closely against my ear before dropping me to the side. I lay there in the cold , crimson blood trickling down my neck. I hear footsteps walking away, but no shutting of the door.

I close my eyes as gunshots fill the air.

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Zori: Nephew??? Will he be rescued ?? finally back to publishing but struggling to write the next chapter .