bsumone | ❝ God seemed to be having a hard time killing him ❞

Vegas often feels like he gets the shit work of the Family: the messy things the major branch doesn’t want to dirty their pretty little hands with: torture – oh wait! They call it interrogation –, kidnapping, drug running. At some point, he stopped consciously caring. He’s good at interrogation. It makes him useful to the Family, and any success for him earns his own father’s approval. So, he’s not surprised when he’s the one they send to stalk some rando.

He’s not some underworld dweller. Nor is his family. Vegas figures he’s attached to someone with a contact somewhere and that said contact ran afoul of the Theerapanyakuls. He doesn’t rightly care about the details. Gun told him to catch this guy, he’s gonna catch him.

And it’s so fucking easy since he’s not canny enough to be wary of the danger. Vegas feels like he literally could have led him away by the hand and he wouldn’t have fought until it was too late. Anyway, a fake bit of car trouble to get the kid’s sympathy, a momentary distraction, and BAM. Vegas’ goons toss him the back of the van and they’re en route to the safehouse.

It’s not an interrogation. It’s a hostage situation. No need for Vegas to take him to the main compound and its torture basement. And just because the guy’s easy to grab doesn’t mean he’s going to be left to wander free. Oh, no. There may not be a full-on torture chamber at the safehouse, but there is one room rigged up with rope and chains and a very elaborate pulley system. That’s the room the rando finds himself in, hands shackled and chained over his head, blindfolded, and gagged for many hours before Vegas deigns to visit.

What? He has other things to do.

Well, that is until Gun instructs him to go babysit.

He saunters across the room to at least ungag his quarry, smiling as he sits down on the bed to look him over.

“Who’d you piss off?”

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Oh if ever there was someone who knew what was happening to him? It was Chasin. In fact, he'd played his part so fucking well that he was very sure that this guy and the guards who'd snatched him probably thought he was some naïve gay twit who liked piercings and tattoos and getting spanked by hot guys. Okay a lot of that wasn't actually untrue. He just wasn't naïve or a twit.

There was a bounty on someone in this family though and sometimes the best way to deal with that? Annoy the family into kidnapping you so that way you could get inside to go for the actual target. And honestly? It had worked like a fucking charm.

Resting while he was shackled and gagged, he shifted from foot to foot so he wouldn't get too tired. At least until he heard someone come in. Then he tilted his head wondering who it was, sticking his tongue out and revealing a piercing on his tongue as the gag was removed. Finally freedom of his mouth. This was the longest he'd gone without running his mouth in awhile!

Oh! It was the cute one who'd kidnapped him. Nice.

"Ahhh..." Chasin laughed a bit. "The list might be shorter if I say who I haven't pissed off actually. Pissing people off is something of a specialty at this point."

Vegas felt like something was amiss. It’s at this point that his victims are usually freaking the fuck out. This guy? Way too calm to be some naïve twit. It didn’t make Vegas nervous, per se, but he knew better than to let down his guard. Either this guy wasn’t who they thought he was or he’s been through this before…

“Which of ‘em might want you dead?” Maybe a better question. Maybe not.

As the mere thug of the family, Vegas didn’t often get all the details. The main branch knew he was good what he did. Unfortunately, no one told him what they wanted from this guy, specifically. What’s he supposed to do, just babysit?

“I’m just here to look after you until dear old dad tells me what we actually want from you.”

He pulled a face at that. The whole 'ohhhhhhh boy where do I even start?' face that said this was pretty normal for him. Giving a bit of a stretch, he ended up resting his head against his arm.

"My guess is dear old dad doesn't like telling you anything and just sticks you with the shit work."

Chasin gave a soft laugh. "I could let you know what I want instead if you're interested in hearing me out. Otherwise I'm alright hanging out here for a bit. It's not too bad really."

What an odd one. Vegas kind of liked it, though. Chasin was far more interesting than the ones who cried and pleaded. Those were so common. So common in fact, that any shift in the script caught Vegas’ attention.

“Him among others,” Vegas droned. It wasn’t always just Gun who kept him in the dark. Gun’s just the one who shouldn’t keep him in the dark, since Vegas is, hypothetically, his closest ally. He was supposed to inherit everything, after all. But having Vegas in the know meant having someone close to stick the knife in his back. He’s that kind of paranoid.

Vegas sauntered over and flopped down on the bed beside where Chasin was bound. “Go on then. What is it you want?”

Doing a little turn on his toe, he faced the man. Then he gave a little wiggle of his arms. Just to indicate that what he was talking about was the chains.

"How about you uncuff me? I won't run. Then we can sit and have a cute chat together about what I'm actually here for."

A grin and he leaned forward. "Spoilers, by the way, your dad has no fucking clue so you'd be the only one who knows."

A single brow inched toward Vegas’ hair line. “I’m curious, not stupid,” he replied. He crossed a leg over his knee, still watching Chasin with interest. Sassy one, he is.

“I’m not about to let you go when I know nothing.” Chasin’s too calm, which meant he’s probably dangerous. Which meant he probably let himself get caught. Which definitely meant Vegas wasn’t setting him free before he got more information.

“Say what you want and I might consider uncuffing you.”

"Oh. Well that sucks."

But he didn't look broken up about it. Not even a little bit. If anything he was looking up at the cuffs now to study them as if he were figuring out their workings. They were ridiculously simplistic things. Just simple handcuffs attached to some chains on the ceiling.

"Well in that case...one sec." He looked at where the chain was attached and then with a huff suddenly threw his legs up to hook onto the chain. Some forceful jiggling and the chain suddenly went slack to drop him right on his ass. Apparently this was something he could have done this whole time but didn't bother.

Laughing his ass off, he sat there then shook his head to put his braids back in place. "Okay now let's chat. I'm actually a bounty hunter. And there's someone with a biiiiiiig price on their head here. Well, not here. But in your family."

Vegas reached for his gun the instant he realized Chasin was going to get himself free. He wasn't alone, per se, his goons were just outside the door. But a lot could happen in the six feet between him and that door. BUt when his 'captive' made no effort to actually move from where he was, Vegas relaxed by degrees.

Could he really just have some proposition?

Vegas' eyes narrowed slightly. Someone in his family with a bounty? It had to be an immediate family member since this guy arranged to get caught by Vegas. If it wasn't him... It couldn't be Macau, so it must be Gun. A flicker of conflict sparked in him. He should have some loyalty to Gun, if not as a subordinate, then as a son. And yet, he found himself thinking if Gun wanted his loyalty, maybe he should've been a little better to Vegas for all these years.

Vegas leaned against the cabinet behind him, folding his hands in front of him as a sign of truce. "I'm listening."

Oh a truce. Nice. That meant he was going to have a fun time here. Chasin liked that and made himself a little more comfortable by getting up and going to the bed to sit down on it. Though he could have popped his joints out of socket to get the cuffs off, he left them on instead. Again...a truce. He'd stay cuffed and hot guy would listen. Perfect compromise.

"Your dad has a huge price on his head. I'd say enough to shake things up if people knew about it here. So I got myself into some trouble to get his attention so he'd want to bring me to one of the properties. The fact that you're listening? Well that tells me that you don't have a lot of love for dear ol' dad. So I want to make a deal with you. Interested in the terms?"

If people knew about it here. That rang strangely to Vegas ears. Sure, yeah, Gun had enemies, but he also had the protection of the Theerapanyakul name. A move against him was likely to bring the wrath of the whole family down on whomever tried. Pride and all that. Even if his dad and uncle hated each other, their name meant more than their individual feelings. That extended to all areas of their influence, not just Thailand.

“What do you mean ‘if people knew about it here?’”

"You could say I'm not from around here. Thailand or this world. I'm from another world and I move around through tech more advanced than you've ever seen. I can prove it if you need that. But the fact is that sometimes shits like your dad end up as targets for people on other worlds. And they pay way better than anyone on this world ever could."

All of this probably sounded like bullshit to this guy. But that was fine. He didn't really care if he believed him or not. He'd make this work regardless as long as he was given enough time. If he didn't get the son on his side then it just meant he'd have to go about this other ways.

"You wanna see the proof?"

Bullshit. Batshit. Some kind of shit. But there's something about Chasin that prompts Vegas to doubt him slightly less. He's already shown how capable he is. That doesn't mean he's not 100% bonkers.

Lifting his chin slightly, Vegas presses his lips together then says, "Go on, show me." He needs to see proof of what this man's claiming if he's going to go out on a limb against his own father.

❝ God seemed to be having a hard time killing him ❞

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