Nop's POV
"Where's Pete?"
"In consultation with Venice and Dr. Top, Khun Vegas"
"Don't take your eyes off him for even a second, Nop."
"I can't go into the office, Khun Vegas. But I haven't walked out the door. Not even to pee!"
"Don't forget what I told you, Nop. Don't you dare betray me. You must tell me absolutely everything Pete is doing."
"Yes, Khun Vegas."
"I'll sort things out around here. That bastard hasn't arrived yet."
"Khun Vegas, are you sure about this? I don't think Pete would agree with it..."
"I'm always sure of my decisions. He's playing with us. I don't trust and I don't need him. The longer Sanya is alive to interact with Pete, the greater the risk of influencing Pete with his games and lies."
"Mhmm...you' re right, Khun Vegas. I don't like that dude at all. And he looks at Pete in a weird way."
"If I could just take those sick eyes out very slowly with the tip of my knife...fuck...but I need to be more practical now."
I shouldn't have said that to him.
"Practical is good, Khun Vegas...is good ..."
"I need to hang up now. Eyes wide open, Nop. If anything happens to Pete, I'll pop YOUR damn eyes out."
"Don't worry, Khun Vegas. I'm not even blinking."
Aish... I thought his mood had improved...I guess not.
Pete leaves the office carrying baby Venice.
"Want help, Pete? Come here, big boy!
Let's give you a lot of affection so you don't become like daddy Vegas, huh?! I love this baby. He is bossy like his father Vegas, but affectionate like his mother Pete.
"Vegas called you, right?"
"Please, Pete. Don't make my life harder than it already is. You know your husband isn't right in the head when it comes to you."
"Don't worry, Nop. Vegas and I made a promise. No more secrets between us."
"I hope you all don't break this promise. Remember Karma."
"Sure."
"Where's Vegas?"
"Khun Vegas?! Working..."
"Hmm...working..."
"Yes, why?"
"No. Let's go back home."
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Vegas' POV
"Where are you, Vegas?"
"Why do you want to know? Have you become my wife now?"
"You wish"
"No, I don't. What do you want, Porsche?"
"We have an appointment, remember?"
"I know. But I need to solve something more important first. It won't take long."
"But..."
"Don't call me again."
I'll silence my phone.
"RING"
What the fuck now?!
"WHAT?"
"Sorry...I don't think I called at the right time...I'll call you later."
"Pete? No, no... I'm sorry. I thought it was someone else."
"Hmm...who?"
"Porsche. He's been bugging me all day."
"You're not at the office?! Nop said you were working."
"I'm working...but out of office...I'm waiting to see a business partner...to end the partnership that is annoying me since the beginning."
"How bad. Don't stress yourself."
"Hearing your voice makes me calm. Why have you called?"
"Nothing important...I just wanted to hear your voice too."
"What happened? Your voice is not good. Did Dr Top say anything troubling about Venice?"
"Not really...I think it's just my excessive concern. Will you be back late tonight?"
"I'll do my best to get back sooner. Wait for me, Pete...awake!!
"...okay..."
"Damn!"
The bastard's car arrived.
"Vegas?"
"I've gotta go, Pete. Love you."
"Love you."
...
"His car is parking."
"Your long-rage automatic rifle, sir."
I place the rifle on the edge of the wall of the rooftop...from nearby building.
The wind is strong, but the distance is ideal for visibility of the restricted entrance to the hotel where Sanya's car parked.
Sanya's bodyguard opens the car door for him to get out.
I'm going to aim right at the back of that bastard's head.
I hold my rifle tightly. I haven't shot anyone in a while. That will be fun.
I narrow my vision in the rifle scope.
I place my index finger on the trigger.
Almost there...
Sanya is getting out of the car.
I love the smooth sound of an automatic high precision rifle when bullets cut the air.
I see the body falling to the ground and the bodyguards desperately moving around.
Pure satisfaction.
I quickly duck behind the wall.
"Let's get out of here!"
I hand the rifle to my subordinate.
I've left enough holes in that nuisance.
It wasn't exactly how I wanted, but it solved the problem for good.
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Sanya's POV
"Khun Sanya, Khun Sanya! Khun Sanya has been severely shot! Secure the perimeter!"
I listen to my chief bodyguard yelling at the other bodyguards.
"Hurry up!! Let's go to the hospital."
Assistant Lee order the bodyguards and nurses inside the ambulance.
"Fuck, that bastard was really waiting for me until I got to the hotel."
"Yes, sir. Probably he fired from one of the surrounding buildings. If it weren't for that special bulletproof vest you're wearing..."
"Pete's gift...ugh...fuck...now I understand why Pete told me to open an umbrella before getting out of the car. It sounded weird...but now makes totally sense. I bet Vegas would have shot me in the head. I own this to Pete. Help Pete with any information he requests about Vegas and his business...prepare the private jet for him to use."
"Don't move, sir. The pressure of the bullets probably broke some of your ribs."
"Vegas can't know I'm getting out of this safe just yet. Otherwise, he won't give me a break. Issue the news I've been attacked by some enemy faction and I'm in a critical condition in some private hospital."
"Right, sir"
"Assistant Lee...send that gift to Vegas. I want him to suffer a little."
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White King's POV
At a luxury hotel room in Taipei
"I haven't seen you for a while, Lian. I missed you."
"I've just arrived from Bangkok. What are you doing here in Taiwan, Yu Ming? The chess room meeting isn't until next month."
"Business of course...and pleasure..."
"I'm glad I could help...it's always a great pleasure, Yu Ming...but...I'm afraid it won't happen again."
"Why? Don't tell me you are saving yourself for someone special now...It's so... 'not you'."
"Maybe..."
"In this trip to Thailand... Have you found what you were looking for?"
"Maybe..."
"Come on...tell me! The white queen?"
"Not exactly."
"So why are you so happy?"
"Perhaps I've found someone that I wanted to find for a long time."
"Hah... Don't talk like a silly boy in love."
"I'm sorry, Yu Ming. I don't want to annoy you."
"Don't be cocky. I don't give a shit about it."
"Mhmm. Good."
"Is it about that boy?"
"What boy?"
"From your dreams, asshole!!...or nightmares...better saying. The one you call for."
"You never told me I call for a boy in my dreams...or nightmares...it sounds like a cliché romantic movie."
"I'm telling you now. I wouldn't say it sounded romantic either. Not that I care, anyway..."
"What's the name of the boy...?!"
"Don't you remember?! It's your dream! Why should I tell you?!"
"Please... what name do I call for in my dreams? I'm curious."
"I've paid no attention."
"We've spent too many nights together for you do not pay attention. Besides...you're the jealous type. I'm sure you remember the name. Tell me."
"...asshole... you want to tease me, don't you?"
"Come on, Yu Ming... I wasn't aware that I call for someone in my sleep. And why do you say 'boy'...not 'man'...?"
"It feels like this...some event from the past maybe...you tell me! I don't know...besides...you don't call him in a good way..."
"What do you mean?"
"You call him desperately...it's anguishing to hear that, actually."
"Desperately?!"
"Yes... as if your life depended on that."
"What's the name, Yu Ming?"
"Okay...okay...I think it's..."
"Say it"
"...Phong?!"
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