Chapter 3 FIST FIGHT

"Ahh," I winced when I noticed I hit something. My eye was a little blurry, maybe from the fact that I was drugged. I slowly took in my environment and it clicked... wait, where am I?

"Take it easy, boy. I don't wanna take a wounded stuff to boss," he said, and the others started laughing. That was when I took in how many they were. I was really stupid to think I could defend myself and run away yesterday. I looked around to know where exactly we were and... what the... I'm on a plane. I'm on a fucking goddamned plane with strangers I don't even know.

That was when panic hit me fully. I looked at the one who had been sort of quiet while the others were laughing.

"Sorry sir, um, where exactly are we?" And yeah, seems like I asked the wrong question, 'cause he gave me a death stare, but not without throwing the insult at me.

"Boy, you can't be so dumb not to notice we are on a plane," he said and moved his attention back to what he was doing like his life depended on it.

It was useless if I even tried to run like, they were all giants with huge, masculine bodies. Whatever it is they wanna do with me, I'm totally in, 'cause I already gave up my life when I stupidly ran out of the house yesterday. And I can imagine the smile on the lawyer's face when he realizes his threat actually worked. So much for getting revenge for my parents when I can't even run out of the house peacefully.

I sat there for what felt like a quarter of my life before the person I assumed to be the pilot gave a brief notification for us to tighten our seatbelts that the plane was about to land. Yeah, I immediately buckled mine. As much as I wanna die, I don't want it to happen on a plane.

The plane landed with ease and I just sat there waiting for what they were gonna do to me next.

"Hey boy, get your ass up from there. We don't have all the time, yeah," said someone who was practically dragging me off the plane. I tried to have at least a little stimuli, at least to make a good impression on the boss, as they called him but with me not eating last night, I think impression should wait for a while.

When we all got down from the plane, well, first thing I noticed was that it was just the few men that came out, which practically means it was a private plane. Wow, that's actually cool. Yeah, don't mind me. I know I'm gonna die any minute, but the least I could do is be observant.

When they got their bags all out, they stood in salute. That was when I turned to see who they were greeting and I almost fainted. The figure before me was no different from Goliath, to be sincere.

He was tall and had broad shoulders. I don't wanna even talk about how masculine he looked. I'm starting to hate myself for running instead of going to the foster home.

"What's this little thing you got back here?" he asked like he was confused to see something that wasn't human. And before you ask, yeah, I'm the one he just called a thing, and I gladly agree.

"Sir, we found him at the coast of New York. He ruined our plan and also tried to punch one of our men."

Uhh, that is such a silly excuse. How the fuck did I ruin their plan?

"You know I don't take shits, but he seems tough. Bring him in." With that, he turned his back and left me at the mercy of these men.

"Bro, that was lite. But thank goodness we got this boy. If not, our ass would be five feet down right now. Naldo, move him to the room," he said, and with that, the quiet one I asked the question stepped forward. Seems like he's the errand boy here. He came and dragged me down to the so-called room, but not without me asking him questions.

"Um, sir, where are we... I mean, the state we're in..." I asked out of curiosity, and the idiot started laughing at me, which was even more annoying.

"Boy, we are in Vegas, okay? And do me a favor and don't ask me any silly questions again." With that, he thrust me into a dark room and shut the door.

Nope, this room being dark was an understatement, we need another color darker than black, Jesus. For like the hundred hours I stayed there, I felt like I was already blind. And it wasn't a funny situation.

First off, we practically left New York to Vegas, and my sleepy ass didn't wake up till we were halfway here. And talking of sleep... ahh, my eyelids are heavy and they really wanna rest. As much as I love my life, I also love sleep. And don't forget to add food, I love it.

I stayed for a moment, and my eyelids did me a favor and went shut...

I woke up when I felt like I was floating. And when I noticed I was really moving up, that I wasn't exaggerating that was when I did the stuff that almost ruined my reputation: I started shouting for help.

"Somebody help! Oh my God, I'm floating, I'm-" I stopped my statement when I immediately took in where I was...

A ring.

My legs went limp immediately. I looked around and saw kids my age chanting, "Boris! Boris!" Maybe that was the boss. And I saw a figure sitting down... then I heard somebody speak through the speaker, saying:

"Boys, let's welcome our new inmate rival!"