Till Our Hearts Cross 👨❤️💋👨 💏

Vegas

I stayed with Macau until the last possible moment, my fingers brushing the edge of his bed, the rhythm of his breath the only thing keeping me tethered to this place, this reality. But even as I watched him, my mind wasn't here. It was already moving, already calculating the path I would take once he was out of this mess. Once he was stable enough for me to start dealing with the bastard who thought he could take what was mine.

P Thun.

The name alone twisted something deep in my gut, and I had to fight to keep my hands steady. Every second that passed, every breath I took in this sterile room, felt like an eternity. It wasn't just fear for Macau anymore. It was something darker, something colder. A thirst for vengeance that had been building in me for months, for years, and now, it was too late to pull back.

I hadn't let go of the anger. Not yet. Not while Macau was still lying there, so fragile, so goddamn fragile. But once he was in the clear, once I knew he was going to be fine, that would be the end of it. No more waiting. No more holding myself back. I would make P Thun regret the day he ever crossed my path. He wouldn't get away with this. Not this time.

I took a breath, steadying myself. I could hear the voices in the hallway, feel the world moving around me, but I was locked in. Every inch of my body was taut, every nerve firing in a way that made my skin burn. I couldn't stay here, couldn't keep pretending to be calm when all I wanted was to drag P Thun out of his hole and make him beg for mercy. But I wouldn't give it.

I couldn't.

It was almost too much to bear, the weight of the rage pressing down on my chest, but I knew better than to let it show. Not yet. Not when Macau needed me to be strong. But the moment he was stable, the moment I knew he was out of danger, I would unleash hell. No one would be safe from the storm I was about to bring.

I looked down at Macau one last time, fingers brushing the hair from his forehead, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm here. I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Then I turned away, the door to the room closing behind me like the final seal on a deal made long ago. I didn't look back. There was nothing left for me here, not until Macau was out of this mess. And once he was? Well, it was time to pay P Thun back for everything. For every moment I'd spent waiting. For every minute Macau had spent fighting for his life.

And when I found him, when I finally caught him, P Thun would realize just how far gone I was. Just how much damage I was willing to do to make sure this was the last time anyone ever tried to hurt the people I loved.

I didn't need anyone's permission, not anymore. I had my own path, and it was paved with rage, blood, and retribution. Every step I took, every breath I inhaled, felt like the countdown to the destruction I was about to unleash. Nothing was going to stop me.

But as soon as I reached the stairs, I felt it-a presence, familiar, like a force I couldn't shake. Kinn.

"Vegas." His voice was firm, but there was no mistaking the underlying command in it. He was trying to reach me before I lost control.

I didn't even turn to look at him. I couldn't afford to. If I did, I might not be able to leave the room without tearing it apart. "I'm going after P Thun. Now."

"Not like this." Kinn's footsteps echoed behind me as he caught up, his hand firmly landing on my shoulder, a grip that spoke volumes of his intent. "You think you can go out there and wreck everything without consequences? You think that's the best way to do this?"

I clenched my jaw, every muscle in my body screaming to tear him off me, to break free and follow my plan. But something in Kinn's eyes stopped me. He wasn't just trying to stop me; he was trying to make me see reason. And damn it, I wasn't ready for that. Not yet.

"You're not thinking straight," he said, his voice quieter but no less insistent. "You're pissed, Vegas, I get it. But going in blind won't solve anything. If you take that rage out now, you're going to walk into a trap."

I felt the pressure building again, the urge to snap, to do everything on my own, without a care for strategy, but then Porsche spoke up from behind me, his voice calm, even soothing in its way.

"Kinn's right," Porsche said, his tone unwavering, but still soft enough to try and keep me grounded. "You know you can't go in there like this. We need to be smart about it. You want to make him suffer? Then you need to be in control, Vegas."

I turned to face Porsche, my eyes burning with all the fury I was holding back, but his gaze didn't flinch. He stood firm, like he wasn't afraid of me, and in that moment, I realized what they were trying to do-they were trying to tether me. Trying to pull me back from the edge. But the idea of waiting, of controlling this... It felt like a betrayal. I didn't want to be held back. I didn't want to listen to anyone.

"Let me go," I growled, the restraint evident in my voice, though it was stretched thin. "I'm going to make him pay for this, for everything."

Kinn didn't even hesitate. Before I could take another step, he moved, fast, and his arm shot out to clamp down on my wrist. It was like a vice, unyielding, forcing me to stop. The anger I felt flared, but Kinn didn't budge.

"Vegas," Kinn's voice was lower now, but it cut through the haze of fury in my head. "You're not the only one who cares about this. We all do. But you're not going to burn everything down just because you're angry. You need to wait. Let's plan it out."

I yanked my wrist, but Kinn held firm. My eyes locked on his, and I could feel the tension between us. I wanted to fight, wanted to lash out, but Kinn wasn't giving an inch. And damn it, I couldn't break free. I needed to think. I knew they were right, in some part of my brain, but my heart? My heart was screaming for revenge.

"Let me go, Kinn," I spat through clenched teeth, but he didn't respond immediately. Instead, he nodded to Porsche.

Porsche stepped forward, standing beside Kinn, but there was no malice in his eyes. Just quiet resolve. "We're not stopping you, Vegas. We're just making sure you do this the right way. Together. You're not alone in this, but you can't make it personal. Not now."

I felt the frustration rise, like a storm crashing through me, but I couldn't deny it. If I went after P Thun like this, I was walking into a setup. I'd be blinded by my anger, and I wasn't the only one with a plan.

"Fine," I growled, the word tasting like acid in my mouth. "But the moment we have everything, I'm taking him down. You better be ready."

Kinn didn't flinch. "We will be. But you need to trust us to get it done right."

I held Kinn's gaze for a long moment, and then I sighed, the weight of the situation settling in. For now, I'd stay. But I was already counting the seconds until I could unleash all of this, until I could make P Thun wish he'd never crossed me.