KinnPorsche Side Story (VegasPete)

VegasPete | Chapter 9

WARNING: Implied mature content in some parts.

– Pete –

I walked around the room. Just now, I asked Nop who died in the major clan's household, but he didn't know anything about it. He said he was at home, but he wasn't the bodyguard that followed Vegas to work. So he didn't know much about the funeral. The main job given to him for now was to take care of me only. Now, I was left depressed with my various thoughts.

Was it P'Chan? It probably wasn't. He was still young and strong. Unlikely to die. Maybe Aunt Prik, my favorite cook? Her curry paste was hard to find in Bangkok so she might still be alive. Or was it... Who?! Oh, I can't figure it out. All I was sure of was that it definitely wasn't the young master, Boss Kinn, nor Boss Kim, otherwise both the major and minor clans would be in chaos now. Oh! What if it was P'Jet? There was a big possibility since he was already sixty years old. Maybe it was age that got him. Khun must be sad about that. But I still wasn't sure.

I'm so sad. What am I going to do if it was one of the brothers and sisters (colleagues) that I know? I want to pay respects to their funeral at least. Oh, why did I have to be stuck here with this chain?! Argh! I was getting impatient and Vegas was still not coming back!

As I waited anxiously for Vegas, I knelt on the bed in a pose of I do in temples and clasped my hands together. I prayed with mercy. (TN: The rest of this paragraph was supposed to be Pete praying, mentioning things that reference Buddhism and praying for whoever that died. It was hard to translate so I just left this note, sorry ;-;)

Amen!

Screech~ I opened my eyes from my meditation and hurriedly raised my hand to say goodbye to Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha. As I bowed down to pay homage, I suddenly sensed the smell of Kra Por Pla Nam Dang (TN: The dish's literal translation is Braised Fish Maw with Red Gravy) wafting around the room and hitting my nose. Well now, I was starting to get hungry. It was obviously Vegas who came back with the food that I asked him to buy.

"W-what is this?" I turned to the door, about to call his name, but I suddenly paused and showed a surprised expression.

"What are you doing?" Vegas looked at me with the same surprised expression. My hands were still clasped together, my body slightly bended because I had just finished praying. I didn't answer his question and got out of bed before walking over to look at Vegas fully.

"Pfft... Haha." I tried to hold back my laughter and put my hand over my mouth. His shirt looked like it was spilled with something sticky. "I told you to buy Rad Na, not bathe in it. Haha," I said when I saw his state. And I really couldn't help but laugh, damn! What even happened to him?

"It was Tankhun, that idiot! I don't know what the fuck came over him to spill Kra Por Pla Nam Dang all over me," Vegas said in an angry tone while frowning. I paused for a moment and started to regain my composure. Speaking of the young master, I suddenly thought of the funeral.

"Who is it?" I suddenly asked Vegas with a serious expression.

"Huh?" Vegas seemed to think for a moment before looking at me from head to toe. He was silent for a moment and then pursed his lips to suppress his laughter.

"What's wrong?" I furrowed my brows and then thought of what Vegas was thinking.

"Fuck! They really had to make such a big event, I thought Chan was dead. Why would they... they brought a corpse to pay homage?" Vegas cursed softly and scratched his head in suspicion.

"Brother Chan. Is Brother Chan okay?" I heard him say the name of Chan and my heart immediately sank. Chan was the one who taught me everything. It was because of him why I could shoot guns and use knives. I was well-versed in the company's work because of him. He shouldn't be...