5. Marry me
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CHAPTER FIVE
Lamon Sukkasem. Its one name you can expect to hear if you stick around Bangkok for a day or two. They’ll tell you stories about me. Probably some really scary, blood-chilling story of how I’m so heartless and could easily kill anyone. Its not far from the truth though. Lamon Sukkasem was not just my name; it felt like my identity, the name behind the leader of the self-made, very lethal and well-organized Mafia, based in Bangkok.
The Duma Mafia.
I blew out one last whiff of smoke, tapping the charred endings against ash tray before standing up and straightening my coat. I took one hard glance in the mirror, the same dead set pair of eyes staring back at me. Almost immediately, the characteristic double knock came through and after I answered, Flex walked in. He was my right hand man, head of the bodyguards with a heavy martial arts background ranging from Muay Thai to Kung fu and possibly the only person I could consider my close friend. He was a tad taller than me by maybe an inch or two and the only person who had ever come close to beating me during the recruitment test.
“Well?” I questioned, awaiting an explanation for his sudden visit at my club.
“I needed to talk to you about the upcoming Muay Thai fight,” He said.
I sighed, “I’m not letting you fight on that one, you know that. Its going to be a big event, perhaps one of the biggest in the history of Bangkok. I know Kittisak will do anything to win and I do not trust that son of a b***h, not even once,”
“But this is going to be one chance to prove to myself that I’m what I believe I’m. Every top Muay Thai fighter from around the globe is coming,” he paused, hinting at desperation, “I have been nothing but a faithful right-hand man to you. Hell, I would die for you without hesitation. So why won’t you let me do something for myself for once?”
I gazed right into his eyes, “I’m not letting you die on that stadium, Flex. That’s my final decision,”
He sighed resolutely before walking out, leaving me plunged into the silence that befell this room. My eyes fell on a picture on my desk. It was Flex and I; two seventeen-year olds after that first paycheck from the restaurant we slaved for three years in. I lingered around for a three more minutes before I stepped out, making my way to the bar area, nodding to a few people on the way. Leaning with my back against the counter, I surveyed the club, a feeling satisfaction brimming through me. I built this life. I made it happen.
At least this sight was good enough to lift my spirits after seeing Anurak. Why was he even pretending to be gay and then get offended when I didn’t pick him? I shook my head choosing instead to pull my thoughts away from him. I turned around, motioning for the bartender to make me my usual cocktail: A sabai sabai. Now that’s how you take the Mekhong liquor. According to me, that is. I was reaching for it when I noticed a commotion somewhere in the middle of the dance floor. Frowning, I accept the cocktail, drowning it before making my way towards the center of the circle and right there was Anurak, sitting in the middle, cross legged and crying. Okay, why the hell was a grown man crying in a freaking club?
Tawan and that f*****g pill. Did he think it was just some molly you could give anyone?
I motioned for my bouncers not to take him, knowing he’d probably cause some resistance. He seemed to have a flair for the dramatics and well, that pill shouldn’t have been mixed with hard liquor. I crouched down, his gaze meeting mine and then suddenly he began smiling.
“Lets get married,” he sounded pretty enthused about it.
Okay, hold up. What the bloody hell was he talking about?
“Can someone get me water?” I asked and quickly one bottle of water was handed to me. I unscrewed the lid, pressing the opening against his lips but he pushed the bottle away.
“I know we wanted this huge wedding with everything you’ve always wanted and then go to Verona for the honeymoon but how about we just get married here in Bangkok right now, Darleen?”
Darling? Did he just call me darling?
“Look, I don’t know what you are-What the f**k! ”I cussed, when he suddenly grabbed my hand and pushed one of the two rings he wore on his fingers on my ring finger.
“There. Now you are mine forever,” he slurred, an enigmatic smile on his face.
If I thought that was the end, I was wrong. Still reeling from the shock of what just happened, he suddenly grabbed the back of my head, pressing his very soft lips against mine.
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Muay Thai- It is a form of Thai kickboxing that’s a little different from the western kickboxing.
Sabai Sabai cocktail- A Mekhong cocktail popularly known as the Thai welcome drink
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