Chapter three

NAIVE POV.

We entered the condo while dragging me into the room.

"Puay gho. (Let me go)" I stubbornly told him

He was too strong to handle. He sat me in the swivel chair.

"Don't make any bad moves" he said with his cold voice

"Why did you drag me ----" before I could finish speaking he almost slapped me the laptop. I looked at it...

it was a riddle .... a familiar riddle.

"It brings back the lost as though never gone, shines laughter and tears with light long since shove; a moment to make a lifetime to shed; valued then but lost when your dead. What is it" I read .

A threat that if you give it to normal people they will surely die of fear. Many of them give me like this but this one is different it talks about life of one person. But I am a Mafia, nothing to fear they say a mafia is a demon. No exceptions. Satan owns them all.

I handed him the laptop. It looked at me waiting for an answer.

"So I'm the one you remember when you read this?" I Calmly said

"How can you be so calm?" He asked me and his cold voice disappeared and it was replaced by curiosity

"I'm the heir, I'm a member of mafia society and I'm not scared of death" I said boldly I looked at him

"So this is what you want to show me? What are you afraid of?"

"Because I don't want them to get ahead of me"

So all this time he was also planning to kill me. He was no different from them. I thought he was different but I was wrong. Who exactly is this person who just entered my life without even asking permission.

He turned away from me. And as what i see he still wearing his pajama. He's rushing to get me just to read this shit message?

"You know what you're wasting my time" I told him and leave the room.

Kringggg .....

"hello" ai answer the phone and I looked at my watch

"Ok let's meet at Waanjai cafe"

-call ended-

I immediately left that building and immediately parked a taxi to my destination.

-WAANJAI CAFE-

The man sitting at the empty table with double chairs waved at me and I immediately went in his direction.

"What's your order sir?" The waitress sounded at me

"okinawa, 2 pieces" he answered his question well he already knows what I want.

The waitress left immediately when she finished getting our order. As soon as ahe left, Assy (Asi) immediately unloaded the folders.

"This is what you make me do" he said I opened it right away.

Information data:

Name: Dean Del Viga

Age: 27 years of young

Birthdate: February 21, 19xx

Occupation: Lieutenant Commander of Special Forces Navy

"As what I know, he just jumped on a mission in New Delhi, INDIA they ridding the drug syndicates there and their mission is accomplished and he was immediately sent here just to rid you. And as far as I know he has many missions that accomplished well..he cannot be given such a name if he is not good. Prostitution, human trafficking, drug and money syndicates these are the minor cases that he has accomplished and the rest are invalid he is definitely preparing for it. " He explained loudly to me as I looked at its data sheet

"Good jod, thank you for your participation" I told him

"No probs if you want someone's data just call me" he said

"Thank you detective Assy" I smiled at him with gratitude

Our order arrived. Many of them tried to capture me because of the fake news they knew. Well I can't change their mind

DEAN POV.

I can't believe myself rushing to pick him up and read the useless riddle. Yeah I know he's a mafia but I don't know that he's used to such threats. I sat down at the kitchen counter and rubbed my forehead . But when my eyes went to what I was wearing until now, my head hurt even more to think that I was still in bed. What can they say. Shit! .... I immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. A few minutes ago I came back with wet hair so I wiped it.

Kringgg .... kringgg ....

*pick up the phone*

"Hello"

"..." I looked at the caller but the number was unregistered.

"Hello?"

"........"

Maybe random dial. you know people now adays are now boring and have no trip whatsoever. I would have turned off the call.

"I am red but I'm not a strawberry I have different tyles but I'm not an apple I can be pumped but I'm not a bicycle tire I can be donated but I'm not a money I contain cells but not a jail I'm in your body but I'm not your heart. Who am i? "Said the other line

A riddle again ... I think the person who called me right now and the one who send message the other day are only one.

"Hey, who are you? How do you know my number ----- hey ------

Toootttttttt ~~~~~~~~~~~

The cellphone dropped me off. How did they know me, but .... what if he wasn't the target? What if I am? But no one knew I was here in Thailand. Not with those I fought before in my mission? But it's impossible because ... I killed them all. I hurriedly got dressed and went to the F building (Naive's company building)

* F BUILDING* (F STANDS FOR FUTURE)

I was about to enter the office but I was blocked by his security teams.

"Sir, you can't enter without any appoinnment with Mr. Traippipanatapon."

"ok call him..tell him" I waited outside his office while his P.A. called him.

It was only a matter of time before it came out of his office.

"What are you doing here?" his question is calm

He's a mafia but a different one I don't know what makes others different from him.

"I have something to discuss with you, PRIVATELY" I really emphasize private.

"Laew, pikan thexa (then, lets go)" he said and entered the office first.

"I am red but I'm not a strawberry I have different tyles but I'm not an apple I can be pumped but I'm not a bicycle tire I can be donated but I'm not a money I contain cells but not a jail I'm in your body but I'm not your heart. Who am i? " he stopped when I told him the riddle

"Someone called me and that's what he told me"

"So you received too?"

Too? he sat in the swivel chair.

"Congratulations to us we are the new target" he said calmly

"How do you know?"

"Simple .... im a victim too way back when I was weak, whoever gets that riddle is the new target"

Silence ...

"Don't come near me" it's a warning that if you don't follow you will die.

I looked at him but he was staring out of the building. He can see the outside because it is designed with thick glass

"Because my second name is trouble."

We're the same my second name is danger, in my mind

"Everyone who sticks to me is affected by what I do"

"Then let's unite