𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 ?[14]

NuNew

The other night I wasn't able to sleep at all; I was way too curious about the private room. I had just gotten out of the shower and put on a white t-shirt and pair of gray sweatpants before heading downstairs. As I walk down the carpeted steps, the aroma of breakfast fills the air. I come down to the kitchen and notice Zee cooking.

He cooks?

I really thought Mr. Mafia boss had a house taker.He noticed me standing in the corner and asked me to help him. I was going to decline, but it seemed disrespectful and needless to say that I've never cooked anything other than Ramen.

"Uh, I'm not much of a cook," I tell him as he hands me the knife.

"It's only a apple, How hard can that be?" He says raising a brow.

I took the knife from him and began to cut the apple slices It's quite simple, but I don't do much cutting  fruits or vegetables. As I concentrate on cutting the Apple slices, a phone ringing sound frightens me. I hiss lowly at the cut made on my hand.

"Ou, be careful," Zee says gently. He grabs my hand and guides me towards the table. He tells me to sit down as he grabs a bandage. I stare at him blankly, shocked by his behavior.

It's weird I only met him four days ago, and here we are in his house, cooking together.

Zee comes back and kneels down in front of me. He gently grabs my hand, wipes the crimson blood line off my finger with an alcohol wipe, and begins to put a bandage around it.

I gaze down at him. I feel as if this has happened before; it feels familiar. A familiar sharpness crosses through my head. I pull my hand away and grab my head, shutting my eyes. "Damn it!" I hissed out in pain, shaking my head.

"Hold on, I'll get your meds," Zee says quickly as he rushes off.

I get a flashback of two blurry little figures sitting across from one another, the taller kid plastering a bruise on the shorter kids face.

"Here," Zee says, pulling my hands away from my face. He helps me take the medicine and drink the glass of water, and instant relief rushes over my body. I let out a deep breath.

"How do you feel  NuNew?" Zee asks, looking down at him. I tilt my head to meet his gaze and feel my lips forming words subconsciously.

"Hia"

"what?' Zee says with wide eyes. I knit my brows together, confused at my own words.

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know, I just got some sort of image in my head."

He nods towards me, tells me to stay seated, and returns to the kitchen. We eat breakfast in silence. I steal a few glances at him. His messy hair covers his eyebrows,  his face screwed up as he scrolls through his phone.

I drink a glass of water, and before Zee can leave the room, I stop him.

"I need answers." I begin, but he cuts me off.

"Dr. Mix told me—" I stand up and bang my palms on the table, making Zee narrow his eyes at me.

"I don't care what Dr. Mix says; I need to ask you a question. Come on," I tell him as I walk towards the living space. He follows behind me and takes a seat on the couch. I take the seat in front of him.

"I thought about this last night, and I'm sure I know you somehow, but I can't remember," I said, looking at Zee.

He gives me a sad smile—the first time I've seen his face change from being a thin line.

"Do you remember your mother?" He inquires, leaning back against the couch.

I shake my head no frowning at him

"Hia-" He pauses, looking down.

"Why did you call me that?"

"It just came to my head, like I said," I answered.

He sighs and fixates his eyes on me.

"Listen carefully, Nu, Your father was a horrible person. He has caused great misfortune in the underground business. He was a spy who stole information and leaked it to rival Mafia members. He stole information from the Russians, Italians, France and Thailand underworld businesses". He pauses, taking a breath.

"Chavarin, your father's true name, would use the information to threaten mafia leaders in exchange for profit. Your father made the terrible mistake of murdering your mother. Chavarin did not know your mother had a brother who had gained leadership of the French mafia" Zee pauses mid-sentence letting me take in the information.

I stare at him in disbelief, my mouth slightly open. I feel like my whole life has been a lie; all this information, my father did all that, and much more I will never know. Zee continues speaking.

"After your mother's murder, her inheritance was under your name. This angered your mother's brother Chalerm; he tried to operate with the judges, but your father used his connection to shut him off. Your father took crucial information from the French mafia and destroyed their whole business ,putting your uncle in jail, but he has made an escape and is rebuilding his life. And he is coming after you to gain his family property" Zee finishes his sentence, emphazing the fact that there are a bunch of people that want me dead.

"The reason the theerapanyakuns have taken you under their wing is because your father has leaked our information in the past, however he has also given us a upper hand in defeating the France and shutting down a major human-trafficking business"He adds on 

"I'll let you think," he says quietly as he gets up and heads upstairs.

All the information given to me right now, all I can say is, What the fuck? Actually, a bomb just got dropped on my head. Is this some sort of comedy show I'm living in?

I can't help but burst into quiet laughter. I probably look crazy laughing after I just heard there were a bunch of mafia groups ready to chop my head off. I sit back, staring at the floor. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Zee walks over to me and hands me a new phone.

"I forgot to give it to you last night; there are all your past contacts in here, plus additional ones; call those if you need anything. I have work, and please stay inside." He advised me.

I take the phone from him, and he walks out the door. One thing he didn't mention is how we know each other? and the container terminal incident?  

I sit there, leaning against the couch, still trying to comprehend the information. 

Your uncle is a mafia leader.

BOOM

Your mother was murdered by your dad.

BOOM

Your was  father is a spy leaking information.

BOOM

Everyone wants me dead because of my dead father's deeds.

I scratch my head, feeling a twitch in my eye. I stand up and head upstairs.

A/N: lol, i found the ending funny , I;m struggling real bad trying to create romantic relationship between these two. I'm not used to writing romance stuff and this my firsts bl fanfic. I think I'm trying too hard, but meh. 

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"Hia" A Thai word referring to someone older than you