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“Khun Kamol,” Khom stared at the screen that displayed the abandoned mansion Danai had taken Kim, Danil, and Baiboon to. “That’s–”
“I know,” Kamol leaned back in his chair as he stared at the screen with dark eyes. “Danai is truly audacious to have taken my people from me and hidden himself there.”
Kit, Lop, and Ruj all exchanged glances; unsure of why the two were reacting like that.
“Umm, Khun?” Lop spoke up, feeling a little awkward. “Do you know this mansion?”
“How could I not?” Kamol let out a humorless chuckle that sent shivers down the spines of the younger three bodyguards. As the sound echoed in the office, the Mafia Boss’s gaze began to bleed a cold, brilliant gold. “I built it.”
Due to Kamol’s reputation as one of the elites of Thailand’s criminal underworld, many forgot he was self-made.
Sure, he was the adopted son of Ivan – a Russian Mobster with quite a lot of influence in Asia – but Kamol was the reason Ivan even had such influence in the first place. He built up Ivan’s empire then broke away, burrowed into the veins of Thailand, and was so subtle about it that none of the other leaders had any idea he was there until he had become so vital to their business they couldn’t get rid of him.
Kamol made enemies. He made admirers. He made himself untouchable.
And despite being very clearly of Thai descent, there was no record of Kamol in Thailand that predated his reintroduction in his mid-twenties, and the oldest record of him as the adopted son of Ivan only went back to the age of eight. Which was to say that information on Kamol was limited.
So, of course, those very gaps in knowledge would be Danai’s downfall.
Danai stood at the top of the stairs, an arrogant smirk on his face as he waited for Kamol to arrive with the contract.
He thought he’d won.
He thought wrong.
“For the last five years I have let you try and make your own way in the world because your father had been a decent man, only for you to abuse my kindness and spit in my face.”
Kamol’s voice rang out through the foyer, and Danai’s men stiffened, their gazes darting around as they tried to pinpoint its origin.
“So you’ve come to play, have you?” Danai sneered.
Kamol continued, ignoring Danai. “You have not only disrespected me, but now you have dared to hurt my brother, take my son, and touch my boy."
“Come out you coward!” Danai screamed.
“I have had enough.”
The words were punctuated by a gunshot that rang out, and a second later blood sprayed across the tile as the guard beside Danai slumped to the ground, a bullet hole marring his forehead.
Then the screams started.
Kim’s gaze sharpened when he heard the muffled sounds of terror and agony echo out from outside the room he and Danil had been kept in.
“What is that?” He asked, eyeing the door warily.
Beside him, Danil smirked despite the pain of his wounds. “Kamol.”
“You’re quite confident about that.” Kim noted, shifting in the ropes that tied to the chair.
“You don’t know Kamol like I do,” Danil retorted.
Kim hummed noncommittally, and his gaze shifted to the door. “Do you think they found Baiboon?”
Danil scuffed. “If they have then your little servant boy is dead.”
That earned him a baring of teeth from Kim.
“Watch your mouth,” The beta hissed.
“Or what?” Danil sneered. “You can’t even growl, beta.”
Kim didn’t say anything else but his gaze was so similar to Kamol’s – dark and promising pain – that Danil couldn’t help but instinctively clamp his mouth shut with an audible click.
Those two were a match made in Hell.
“Behind you!” A guard screamed.
But his warning came too late, and the guards at the front of the group didn’t have the chance to react as a grenade blew up at their feet. Several were thrown into the walls, even more heard ringing in their ears. As the dust settled, the aftermath was grave, but at the end of the hall stood Baiboon with a shotgun he’d found in hand.
“Lay down your weapons, and I’ll ensure you’ll be spared.” He bargained, aiming the gun at them.
“After seeing what that asshole has done, I think the fuck not.” Danai grit out.
Baiboon’s expression was grim, but determined. “I don’t want to hurt you, but don’t think I won’t.”
“Ha! Your very presence has doomed that bastard!” Danai bared his teeth, his eyes a terrifying red. “Get him!”
Baiboon’s eyes widened, and he fired, taking down the nearest guard before he turned and ran around the corner, trying to disappear within the maze of halls and rooms that made up the mansion.
Danai snarled and ordered his men to chase after him, and though Baiboon was smart, his ammunition was limited and he was extremely outnumbered. He fired until he ran out, ran until there were no more places to hide, hid until he had to fight up close, and still managed to bash one man’s head in with the butt of the shotgun before he was tackled to the ground.
Hands wrestled the gun from his grip, bodies pinned him down, and pain blurred his vision as his head was bashed into the tiled floor, leaving him dazed.
“Got him.” Danai smirked.
That victory was short lived as Danai suddenly choked out this wet, pained sound. His hands shakily came up and clumsily patted against a tip of the knife that had been slammed into the back of his neck. Then he slumped to the ground, paralyzed and bleeding out. Above his body stood Kamol, eyes gold, hand still raised with the blood of his knife dripping down onto Danai’s body.
When one of Danai’s guards dared to move, Kamol’s other hand twitched and a gunshot rang out. The guard fell, and the barrel of the gun in Kamol’s hand smoked. Then his gaze fell on the guards holding Baiboon down, and he raised his gun to point directly at them.
“Let my son go and I’ll make your death a quick one.”
While Kamol went full rampage on Danai and his men while being backed by Kit and Lop, Ruj and Khom were on retrieval duty. Which, between the video Danai had so generously (read: stupidly) sent them, gave Khom a pretty good idea of just where Kim and Danil were being kept.
That still left the matter of Baiboon’s location as unknown, but after they’d heard a shotgun ring out, Khom smiled to himself because neither Kamol nor Danai had such a weapon on hand.
“He’ll be fine,” Ruj said optimistically.
Khom hummed, but continued leading the way to the first floor interrogation rooms.
Ruj followed obediently behind. “Why did they not use the basement rooms?”
“Likely because they could not find them.” Khom answered.
“Really? But the building blueprints-”
“Those are our blueprints. Not the official blueprints. Some things have to be kept off the record.”
“Oh, right.”
With silencers on their guns – and no small amount of stealthy back stabbing – Khom and Ruj managed to find the room Kim and Danil were locked in. Just… not in the position they thought the pair would be in.
“Umm… Khun Kim?” Ruj cocked his head to the side. “What are you doing?”
Kim looked up from where he’d been most of the way through hog-tying Danil on the floor. “Oh, you’re finally here. Good. Grab him for me, would you?”
“How… Why…?” Ruj was confused.
Khom did not need to be told twice, and – after holstering his gun and knife – calmly walked over, assisting Kim in finishing the hog-tie.
“Thank you, Khom.” Kim gave a perfectly agreeable and polite smile, which was completely at odds with the cruel way his hands wrangled the pathetically squirming Danil into place.
“Of course, Khun Kim.” Khom nodded curtly.
Once Danil was properly restrained, Kim got up and dusted his hands off while Khom hefted the restrained Russian Mobster brother onto his shoulder.
“After you, Khun Kim.” Khom politely motioned to the door.
Ruj, who had by then managed to pick his jaw off the floor, immediately fell into formation, and guided their little group through the many twists and turns of the mansion, making sure every corner was clear before letting Kim pass it. Though, they did have to pause a few times.
The first time was because Kim slipped on a puddle of blood and nearly gone face first into it. The second time was because he gagged after accidently stepping on someone’s arm and hearing the bone snap. Every other time was just because they didn’t want to get caught by the occasional straggler on Danai's side.
By the time they’d finally made it out to the cars, Kim was understandably grossed out.
“I need a shower,” Kim grimaced, and toed off his bloody shoes out the van door, leaving him bare-footed inside the vehicle. “Or ten.”
Ruj gave a sympathetic smile and handed Kim some wet wipes for the smears of blood on his hands from where he’d fallen in a puddle of the stuff. “It’s not all bad–”
“Don’t try and make this better,” Kim shot Ruj a glare.
Ruj mimed locking his lips and throwing the key away, however when he then tried to get into the van, Kim slammed the door shut in Ruj’s face and proceeded to lock the van doors.
“You can come in my van when you’re no longer at risk of leaving bloodstains on the upholstery.” Kim said, rolling down the window.
“Ah, are those the dulcet tones of our perpetually passive-aggressive yet oddly polite Khun Kim I hear?” Lop grinned, as he walked over to the fleet of cars.
Kim took one look at him and clicked his tongue. “Ruj!”
Ruj grinned and threw the packet of wet wipes he had in hand, hitting Lop right in the face.
“Hey!” Lop exclaimed indignantly. “What was that for?!”
“Clean the blood off your face before you start trying to talk to Khun Kim.” Khom said in place of Ruj who was really committed to his vow of silence. “He doesn't like it.”
“He doesn’t like it?” Lop parroted. “Isn’t Khun Kim a mascochist?”
“I do not pay you to comment on my sex life, Lop.” Kim huffed.
“But you don’t pay me.” Lop grumbled as he took out a wet wipe and began wiping his face clean.
“He may not, but I do.”
Lop did not scream when Kamol’s terrifyingly calm voice sounded from behind him. He didn’t. Anyone who said otherwise was a fucking liar.
Kim and Ruj just snickered… Well, actually just Ruj snickered. Kim was laughing, then he saw Kamol and every stubborn bone in his body abandoned him because wow.
“Ai’Kamol,” The beta mumbled, his eyes wide as he took in the blood-stained three-piece suite, the gore-covered knife, the gold eyes.
Kamol’s golden gaze locked onto Kim’s, and the beta swore quietly under his breath because holy shit. Kamol looked like a bloodthirsty monster. A vengeful alpha. Every omega's wet dream. And yet he was Kim’s. All Kim’s.
“Kim.”
Kim decided then and there that he was going to rate the whole ‘kidnapping incident' a solid 10/10 and that Danil was going to get a fruit basket. A very nice fruit basket.