The Lunar Sky, a lavishly designed high-end restaurant, lounge, and nightclub, stood as a monument to the family's growing influence.
Nestled on the top floor of a skyscraper that overlooked the city, the restaurant was renowned not just for its Michelin-quality cuisine but also for its ability to seamlessly blend elegance with a touch of dangerous allure.
The sleek, modern décor with dark wood paneling, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and ambient lighting set the tone for what many in the city had come to expect from the Titicharoenrak name-luxury with an edge.
Tay, New, and their heir, Gemini, were the faces of the restaurant by day. But the heart of the Titicharoenrak empire-what the public did not see-ran much deeper, hidden beneath layers of silk and velvet.
The night was when the true power of the family came to life. As the clock ticked past midnight, the bright lights of Lunar Sky's nightclub flickered on, and the low thrum of bass reverberated through the walls.
The rich and powerful gathered here-business tycoons, celebrities, and high society elites all mingling under the watchful eyes of the Titicharoenraks' personal security.
But there was a deeper purpose to these meetings, something that went unnoticed by the unknowing patrons who frequented the club for the lavish parties and impeccable service.
Tay and New-respected businessmen by day-transformed into a different breed of men when night fell.
They weren't just owners of a luxury empire; they were kingpins in an underground world, operating within the shadows, dealing with the filth of the criminal world-those who betrayed others for power, money, or greed.
Inside the restaurant's private lounge, a sleek and private area far removed from the eyes of the public, Tay sat at a grand oak table, his fingers idly tapping the surface.
New leaned against the bar, his sharp eyes scanning the room, ever aware of the space around them.
It was a ritual. The family's true business wasn't done in the boardrooms or in the open. No, it was in these secret meetings, behind closed doors, where they disposed of the unwanted.
The Black Scorpions. Tay murmured, his voice low but laced with authority. They've been making moves in the city. I'm hearing too many whispers. They think they can muscle in on our territory.
New's lips tightened as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. His gaze was hard, calculating, but there was a flash of something colder behind his eyes. We've taken out worse than them. But they're messy. Sloppy. They'll need to be dealt with... quietly.
Gemini. Tay said, turning his gaze toward their son, who sat silently, his gaze as sharp as his father's. You've been keeping your ear to the ground. What's the word from your sources ?
Gemini didn't speak immediately. Instead, he looked down at his phone, scanning through the encrypted messages he'd received earlier .
The family's connections ran deep-an extensive network of informants, loyal allies, and even rivals who didn't quite dare to cross the Titicharoenraks.
The Black Scorpions were just another faction of ruthless criminals, but they'd underestimated the power of the Titicharoenrak family.
In a city where betrayal was currency and loyalty was rare, Tay and New had carved their place, not just through legitimate business but through a well-constructed, powerful web that gave them control over far more than just luxury restaurants and hotels.
They're planning a big move tomorrow night. Gemini finally said, his voice cold, almost detached. They're hoping to hit us at the launch of the new restaurant in Pattaya. Some kind of ambush, or worse.
Tay nodded grimly. I knew it. They won't stop until they've tried something.
We can't let them undermine us. New added, taking a sip of his drink, his face expressionless but his eyes burning with intent. We'll send them a message they won't forget.
The room fell silent, a subtle understanding passing between them. This wasn't the first time they'd had to deal with such problems.
The Titicharoenrak family didn't just own businesses; they maintained an iron grip on power, and anyone who threatened that power quickly learned they were no match for the family's ruthless approach.
As the sounds of the nightclub began to grow louder, the bass vibrating through the floors, Tay stood up. We'll handle it ourselves. I don't trust anyone else to clean up this mess.
Gemini nodded, his expression never wavering. I'll coordinate with the team. I know exactly how to make them disappear.
Tay's lips curled into a grim smile. Good. We'll do this with precision. Let the police think it's just another gang war. But we'll leave our mark so they know who runs this city.
Later that night, Gemini stood at the back of Lunar Sky's nightclub, watching as the music thumped in rhythm with the pulse of the room. His eyes scanned the crowd, taking in every movement, every interaction.
He had grown used to this-disguising his true nature behind a mask of charisma and charm. The night was his time to work, and he worked with meticulous detail, overseeing the club's security, ensuring everything went smoothly.
But his role was more than just overseeing the operations. He was the family's eyes and ears in this world-a world where power and money were everything. While his father and New made their presence known with authority, it was Gemini who carefully planned the family's strikes.
They were businessmen in the light, but they were good mafias by the night, cleaning up the city of the corrupt factions that threatened their empire.
At the bar, a low-level member of the Black Scorpions had arrived, a quiet figure slipping through the crowd unnoticed.
He was supposed to meet a contact here-someone who had set him up with information about the Titicharoenraks' plans for the upcoming event. But as he entered the lounge area, the light above him flickered, casting a shadow over his face.
He didn't notice Gemini watching him from the corner, his cold gaze calculating every move the man made.
The Black Scorpion didn't even have a chance to speak before Gemini was beside him, his expression now as cold and unyielding as his father's.
You're trespassing. Gemini said softly, his voice calm, but the venom in it was palpable.
The man stuttered, his eyes wide with fear. I-I don't know what you mean, I-
Before he could finish, Gemini's hand shot out, gripping the man by the collar and lifting him off his feet. Let's not waste time. You were never meant to survive this.
Within moments, Gemini dispatched the rat, leaving the nightclub's private lounge to continue its seamless operation.
The Titicharoenrak family's name was synonymous with luxury, ambition, and refinement, but beneath the surface, there was something darker-an undercurrent of power that was as deadly as it was influential.
And as Gemini, Tay, and New watched over their empire-both seen and unseen-the world of luxury and high society would remain blissfully unaware of the shadows that truly governed their world.
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