𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 2 [12]

NuNew

As the sky illuminates itself, bringing life to a new day, I sit there and wonder. I do that a lot. I wonder about this place. It's a wonderful building from inside and out, but I wish I knew where I was. I wonder why I am here? I wonder why Nat is with these people? I wonder if I am safe?

What if these people are with the other guys who kidnapped me? But that would mean Nat...

I shake my head, cursing myself for getting such a thought. Nat would never, would he?

I sit on the bed and think back to the warehouse where I was chained down. I feel goosebumps over my body thinking about the moulded walls and disgusting smell.

What bothers me the most is what the man said. He called me his Nephew. His eyes reminded me of my mother. I might have been mistaken, though, considering the fact I can't remember her face. The woman who gave me life died lone ago. I don't even have pictures, but those eyes...

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Zee

"Sir," a guard salutes me as he walks into my room. I nod in acknowledgment.

"We weren't able to get any information on the owner of the warehouse; it seems it was just abandoned. Also, the few captives we took in refused to speak." He informs me.

"Shoot them dead except for Kent," I tell the guard. He bows and takes his leave.

I close my laptop, sighing loudly. We haven't been able to get any information on the attack at Pentagon; the best assumption we have is that it's the Italians, but they definitely weren't working alone. I look towards the clock on the wall  7:30 a.m.

A knock erupts from the door, and a guard enters with bright orange hair.

"Mr. Zee, Vegas has arrived." Leo informs me, bowing down.

"Ah, right." I stand up, fixing my tie, and we step out of the room. As we head towards the elevator, I tell Leo, "Bring our guests to the family meeting room." He nods his head and walks away. I make my way down to the family meeting room. As I enter the room, I notice Pete and Vegas. Kimhan sits near the end of the table, ignoring Vegas and his silly remarks as always. Even though Kim was the one who made the rule to unify the minor and major families, he still hates his cousin.

"Zee, any news?" Pete asks me as I sit down.

"No, we have been trying to get information out of the captives, but none of them will speak." I pause and look towards Vegas, who has a creepy smile on his lips.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to make a few cuts." Vegas-beamed standing

"Do keep Kent alive, P'Vegas," I add before he takes his up

"Hmm, I'll try Zee." He hums out nonchalantly and walks off.

"Didn't Kent join the Russians?" Kimhan questions

I nod towards him.

"So if Kent is apart from the Russians, but our guess is the Italians attacked the club, then do the Russians and Italians have a partnership once again?" Pete asks, concerned

"I don't know but we are working on the information," I tell Pete.

"Have you talked to NuNew?" Pete asks me

"Leo is bringing him down soon."

As the three discuss the situation, two other men enter the room. A tall man with thick eyebrows and a fierce gaze, alongside him another tall muscular figure resembling a Greek god.

"P'Kinn, P'Porsche, how did the meeting with the Koreans go?" Kimhan asks

"Went well," Kinn replies to his younger brother, taking a seat.

"So the attack on Pentagon, any news?" Porsche questions

I nod no and inform them that Leo is bringing the guest for questioning. In a few minutes, a knock is heard, and Leo enters with a confused-looking NuNew. 

"Go on, sit down," Leo whispers to the young man. He walks over to us and takes a seat on the other end. Leo bows goodbye and opens the door to leave, and that moment Vegas walks in, specks of blood on his t-shirt. 

NuNew looked towards Vegas with pursed lips; his nervousness was very evident, as I observed as he turned his gaze away and looked down, fiddling with his fingers. Vegas looked at the young man blankly as if remembering something before walking over to sit beside Pete, who takes out a handkerchief to wipe some blood from Vegas face.

I take out a file from the hidden drawer beneath the table. I take a piece of paper out and look towards the young man up front

"NuNew Chawarin, 23 years old, studies, business administration, adopted son of Kit Supanak, owner of Kit Game Console Company.. secret singer at Gemini Bar. " I read out loud from the list of information, and oddly, there was not enough detail.

" Huh? No information from the past," I muttered to myself before turning my gaze towards NuNew. He looked around the room, scanning his surroundings before making eye contact with me.

"So, Mr. Chawarin, why were you kidnapped?" I asked.

" Uhh... I have no idea," he replied.

I hum lowly as I continue to scan his papers. I notice Vegas staring at him intently from the corner of my eyes. He notices and looks towards me before turning his gaze towards NuNew.

"Your Chavarins son?" Vegas questioned him, glaring at him. Everyone turned towards him, shocked.

"What?" NuNew asks, raising a brow.

"There's no way he's the boy from the attack area and Chavarin's son." Kinn Acknowledged

"That's why their no-past information bastard Kit covered his history," Kimhan scoffs, crossing his arms.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand where this is going." NuNew Responded

We all turn our attention towards him. He looks around uncomfortably, squirming in his chair.

"Don't scare him, guys." Pete pipped up, gave all of us a stern look, and got up from his seat, walking towards NuNew.

"Did your kidnappers tell you anything?" Pete asked gently.

NuNew looked down hesitantly before telling us, "This man—I'm not sure who he was, but he called me his Nephew."

"Oh, he yells trouble; we should get rid of him," Vegas blurts out. Pete turns towards him, glaring, and Vegas smiles apologetically.

" NuNew Do you remember anything to do with a container terminal area? Have you ever been to one at night?" I ask him, lifting a brow. He nods his head, still fiddling with his fingers.

"Post-trauma amnesia... Chay had it. " Kimhan sighs out

"We need Natasit. Is the shadow group back from the mission?" Porsche asks me

"Should be," I say, checking my watch 

"You all wait for Nat; I'm going to take him for a walk," Pete tells us, dragging NuNew away.

"Zee, take advice from your elder and get rid of him; he's going to bring a war. This time it's going to be more horrifying," Vegas says nonchalantly.

"Shut up, Vegas," Kimhan grumbles out.

"Aw, Kimmy feels sympathetic towards him," Vegas says sarcastically.

Kinn and Porsche roll their eyes towards the two arguing cousins.

"P'Vegas, what did Kent tell you?"

"Oh, right. He didn't say much except that the Russians and Italians are repairing their connection. And about NuNew, well, he just said someone wants him dead, but not exactly who."

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NuNew

The man named Pete drags me out of the meeting room. I'm freaked out at how they know so much about me. That guy just kept listing things, and what did Uncle Kit  do ? I internally groan at my thoughts.

"I'm Pete, nice to meet you," the man says, smiling towards me. I return a sad smile towards him as we make our way outside to the garden.

"Sorry for the interrogation, but it's necessary." He apologised

I nod towards him in understanding as we make our way towards the fountain.

"Ask me your questions." Pete tells me

"So who are you guys? and where am I?"

He looks up at the sky, and we stop near the fountain. I look down at the colourful fish swimming in the clear water.

"You're at the Theerapanyakun Mansion; the reason you're here is because of the kidnapping at Pentagon; we're also trying to make sure you're safe." He pauses, looking at the fish.

"And who we are—well, you recognise the last name—just one little secret: apart from being a famous rich family, we were Thailand's largest mafia group." He finished his sentence with a dimpled smile.

"HUH?" I look into wide eyes.

Mafia group, I'm not even worried about my situation right now. The first thought that comes to mind is, "Nat is part of a Mafia group?" I yell out, covering my mouth.

Pete laughs at my reaction, showing the deep engraving of dimples on his cheek.

"Yes, Nat is one of our shadow guards, meaning top-level, and he's one of the combat trainers," Pete tells me.

I stare at him, mouth wide open. Nat being in an underground business, it's always the innocent-looking ones. I shake my head in disbelief and sit down near the fountain.

"Who is Chavarin?" I asked Pete

"Uh, not sure you are ready for that information yet," he advised. I look at him in understanding and watch the fish jumping in and out of the water. He sits down beside me. We both sit there in silence, watching the fish swim around.

I feel more at ease knowing they are keeping me safe, but still, the idea mafia does make me a little nervous.

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Zee

After Pete took NuNew out of the room, the rest of us parted ways. I headed back to my office and began pacing back and forth, thinking about the incident. I take off my coat, place it on my chair, and walk over to the cabinet near the window. I open the drawer, scanning through the files, taking out papers and tossing them aside.

"Where is it?" I muttered, frustrated. I shuffled through a few more drawers before finding the light blue-coloured box. I sigh in relief upon finding the box.

I grab the box and bring it over to my desk. "Please let it be in here," I mumbled to myself as I opened the lid and looked through the files. I smiled in satisfaction upon finding the file labelled."Mission Chavarin". I open the files, frantically looking through them. I pick up a file with the Chavarin family information; There is the name NuNew Chawarin with a picture of a little boy asleep on the hospital bed. I remember the boy from a mission we had a few years ago; he was there by accident. I met him during my childhood too, but I can't remember exactly. I hear a knock on the door and footsteps entering as I continue scanning the papers.

"Sir," I hear Nat say as he bows.

"Sit down, Nat," I tell him. He walks over to the chair in front of my desk and takes a seat. "Tell me about NuNew Past," I ask him, turning my attention towards him.

Nat nods and begins his story.

"I don't know much about his past; he himself does not remember due to post-trauma amnesia. He was adopted by Kit because Kit and his father were friends. He pauses, when I raised my palm in front of him.

"Chavarin, did NuNew mention that name to you?"

"No sir"

"What name does NuNew refer to his father by?"

"Supon, his dad's last name different from his mother; he never shares about her," Nat tells me.

"Lying to his own family" I scoffed

"I want you to tell your friend he will be moving into the mansion for his safety," I tell Nat. He nods, stands up, bows, and takes his leave.

"So Chavarin, you're dead, and know your son has to pay for your deeds"

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Natasit

I step outside of the office room. Zee seemed really angry, and his office was a mess, which means trouble. I rush over to the garden area where Leo told me NuNew was. I walk outside and notice him sitting in front of the fountain with P'Pete.

"Sah wah dee khrap P'pete." I greet him as I approach the two. He smiles towards me and greets me back. I look towards a glaring NuNew; his eyes are burning with anger. I gulp nervously as I form a awkward smile.

"Ah, well, I'll let you two talk," Pete says, looking between us as he gets up and walks away.

"Nat, you work the mafia, the fucking mafia," NuNew yells out as soon as Pete is out of sighs. I give him an apologetic smile and sit down beside him.

"I'm sorry, NuNew. I really wanted to tell you, but it's against the rules, and I didn't have much of a choice when I got recruited. I owe it to P'Max," I answered.

NuNew huffs out angrily and looks away. I frown towards him and move closer.

"Forgive me, na? These people won't hurt you either; there's sort of the  good guys," I whined, poking NuNew on the shoulder.

I know he can't ever be mad at me; whatever I do always has a valid reason.

"Fine," NuNew grumbles lowly.

I smile brightly and wrap my arms around him. He giggles at my gesture. I let him go and realised I forgot to mention him moving in here.

"Erm, Nu-" I begin looking at him, chewing on my bottom lip.

"Spill it," he says sternly.

"Under Zee's order, you have to move in here."

As I expected, he stands up furious. I try to calm him down as he begins to curse the boss, catching the attention of a few guards standing near by.

"What's going on here?" One of the guards asked, walking over to us, his hair tied back into a low ponytail.

"Ah, P'Big, nothing to worry about," I say, forcing a smile as I try to pull NuNew away, who won't budge. He turns towards Big and asks to see Zee.

" NuNew No, you are not going to start arguing with a mafia boss," I exclaimed nervously. Big shakes his head and takes NuNew with him.

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NuNew

I can feel the heat simmering out of my skin. I have no idea where I got the confidence to go face-to-face with Zee, but I will not be staying here. The guard named Big brings me to his office. I thank him, and he wishes me luck and walks off laughing.

Without knocking, I enter the office room, the scattered papers catching my attention. I look around and notice no one. "Where did this control freak head of to?" I muttered. Walking up to his desk, there was a light blue box and a bunch of files laid out. I'm not someone who invades people's privacy, but the paper with my name and picture caught my attention.

I pick up the paper with a picture of me in the hospital at the bottom; it lists my information. Name, date, injuries, and my father's name, except it's not Supon; the paper reads Chavarin.

"What?" I look through the files, confused.

There are a bunch of articles explaining a fire breakout from 8 years ago. The fire occurred at a container terminal. There was a local gang behind the fire. The police captured one of the most wanted criminals, the leader of the French mafia, "Chalerm Chawarin."

 I stare at the article with wide eyes, shocked at the words coming out of my mouth. He has my last name, the last name I took from my mother's side. My mother, the woman I can't remember the face of except her eyes, I drop the paper in panic and look through the other files laid out. Each one discusses incidents relating to my father. He was a spy; he sold information. They also had a whole file with information about me and my hospitalisation from 8 years ago.

"Gun injury, internal brain bleeding... post-trauma amnesia" The diagnosis read:. I wince, closing my eyes, as I feel sharp pain in my head. I drop the papers on the ground. I hiss out in pain, grabbing my head and stumble backwards. I hit something hard. "What are you doing in here?" I hear a deep voice ask me. But the pain in my head is pulsating at rapid speed, preventing me from hearing him clearly. "AHH!" I scream loudly, my knees hitting the ground.

I feel a pair of hands wrapping around my shoulder. I shake my head in pain as I feel liquid flowing out of my nose. "Ah shit, call the doctor." I hear a muffled voice yell out.

I raise my hand to feel my nose; blood is gushing out. I look at my shaking, blurry hands covered in blood. My vision is becoming clouded, and I feel a hand placing a handkerchief on my nose as I blank out, losing myself in the darkness.