Chapter 4 | Playing Assassin

Ronnakrit's Pov

I ducked under the table, a triumphant smile touching my lips. The hard part was over; the target was dead. Now I just had to get out of here alive. 

" Protect Mr Det!" I heard. 

Wow... This is another chance for me to just get out of here alive. Another ticket out of this place. As long as I am with him, his guards would save me as well.

I pulled the pin on a tear gas canister, and rolled it immediately. Afterwards, I grabbed the guy, which I think is Mr Det. Helping him out of the office. 

As soon as we got out, we were met with a group of men in blacks pointing their guns at us. 

This is really a tough spot.' My blood ran cold. We were cornered

Realizing they were all focused on him and Det, I retrieved Another dagger from my jacket, aiming at the chandelier. 

And it was perfect. The rope used to held it cut and the chandelier fell onto them. 

A grim smile of satisfaction tugged at my lips. Thankfully, the elevator was right beside us. So we both quickly stepped in. 

With a swift move, I pressed the button for the lowest level. And that was it, we've escaped the first stage. 

I stared at the man for a slight moment. He was my escape chance, and I could not bear to lose him to the Casino.

" Who sent you?" He asked.

I didn't even look at him. I just prepared four daggers with a tiny iron line on them, this were the last of my daggers for the day, and I couldn't afford to lose them. 

After the four iron line were tied to the four daggers. I began swirling them around vertically. 

" I am talking." He asked once again.

" Watch your mouth." My voice was cold and sharp.

As soon as it dinged, the door slowly slide open. And as I have anticipated, they were many guards waiting to kill us. 

I lunged the four daggers at once. Strong, sharp and precise. It dug through four men's heart at once. 

Beside me, Det brought out a gun, each shot found a man's skull.

I skillfully retracted the tiny lines which held the daggers. And with each step I took, I made sure my daggers sank into a man's chest. 

With a sharp move, I lifted an already dead body to shield my self from bullets. Which the man beside me did the same. 

And slowly, we fought our way toward the exit, step by bloody steps. And I also made sure to kill both heavy guards at the main door, by sinking my daggers into their neck.

Afterwards, I took Det to my bike. And immediately, I sped out of the casino...

It was already late at night. My mind drifted back to Pawat and Grandma. I wonder they are okay. 

I pull off the face mask covering my nose all along, before stoping infront of a filling station. 

" You can come down now." I raked my hands through my hair. 

" May I know you? I also need your contact info." He asked stretching his phone forward.

" Not a chance." I said driving off immediately. 

As soon as I got home, I climbed into my room through the window. I checked my pocket for my phones. And it was no where to be found. 

" Where did I keep those?" I murmured. 

Then it dawned on me. I have forgotten my phone in that damn basket. Shit. 

I jumped out of the window once again, heading back to the casino....

As I arrived at the casino I figured the dead guards were already replaced. And the place was already cleaned. 

'Maybe the target's son didn't want people to know so he cleaned the place' 

My eyes scanned the area keenly. As soon as I set eyes on the basket of phones, a wild thought resonated.

  I still had one explosive charge left. I didn't plan to use it, but desperation breeds innovation.

  I circled the block, finding a service alley behind the casino. A dumpster, a loading dock... and a few parked cars. I attached the charge to the underside of a car far from the building, set a timer for two minutes, and slipped into the shadows near the front.

 The blast was deafening. Not enough to destroy, but enough to shatter windows and create panic. As I predicted, the two new guards at the front door, along with everyone else on the street, ran toward the source of the explosion.

 For ten seconds, the entrance was unguarded. I was a ghost, in and out, the two phones snatched from the basket in a heartbeat. I melted back into the night before the guards even returned...

I got into the bathroom to wash all the blood stains off my body. Also I made sure to clean up my dress...

The sun quickly rose from the east that morning. I jumped out of bed, rushing out of my room. 

I hadn't check up on Pawat ever since I came home. 

" Pawat?" I called. 

But there was no answer. "Pawat?" I called again.

I headed towards the kitchen, but paused as the voice resounded behind me. " Where have you been?"

" What do you mean?" I asked. Sharply turning towards him.

" I mean exactly what I said." His voice was stern. " Do you know what even happened at home last night?" Tears welled up in his eyes. 

" Huh..." I was clearly dumb founded.

" Do you even know what happened to Grandma? How many times I called your name? Or even, do you have any ideas about what happened to me?" He kept bombarding me with questions. 

I scanned all over his body, and the sight of whip marks all over him. Tears rolled down my eyes. 

My knees buckled and I landed on them. " I am sorry." My voice shaky. 

I deeply regretted not being around last night. " I am sorry." My voice shaky. 

" What do you mean you are sorry? Go check on Grandma and see if your damn sorry can fix anything." He said

Panic crept up in my chest, I jumped to my feet to check out what he really mean. My legs nearly slid out from under me on the stairs. I finally burst into her room.

"No!"

The sight stole the air from my lungs. Grandma lay perfectly still, but her body was rigid, a statue of terror. Her eyes, usually hazy with sickness, were now wide and darting, seeing monsters in the empty corners of the room.

 A low, continuous moan vibrated in her throat—a sound of pure, animal fear I had never heard from her before. It was the sound of a soul being broken.

I rushed to her, cradling her head on my thigh, trying to gentle her tremors. "Granny, it's me! It's Krit! You're safe now," I pleaded, my voice cracking.

But her gaze stared right through me, lost in a nightmare I hadn't been there to stop. My sorry wasn't just for leaving her; it was for whatever she had endured that shattered her mind while I was off playing assassin.