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Kinn, Vegas, and weirdly, Kim, were all settled around a dining table, while their father’s played chess and talked business in the other room.
Kinn and Vegas were supposed to be talking business as well, but Kim put a slight damper on the mood and Kinn was desperately puzzling out a way to apologize to Vegas without making it seem like a grab for Porsche’s attention, when the door burst open.
“Khun Kinn!” Pete exclaimed. “Porsche is asking for you!”
“He is?” Kinn asked, rising up from the table.
He said a silent curse for his resting bitch face as Pete blanched, taking stock of the people in the room.
Vegas’s expression was open and gentle, however a bit concerned, and Kim merely raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Yes sir, he’s sobbing and says won’t leave our room until you come down there, sir.” Pete managed, any confidence he had drained away.
The boys raised themselves up from the table, with Vegas gesturing towards the door.
“Please, lead the way, before my cousin loses his mind,”
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It had to have been the most average, mundane, boring morning of Porsche’s entire mafia career.
He had woken up early, actually, at about four-thirty, before the sun had even risen.
Porsche would admit, he’d been having trouble relaxing, as it felt like he needed to remain ever-vigilant to prevent himself from caving to the desperate puppy-dog eyes Kinn was always giving him, as if staring at Porsche enough would give him all the answers he needed.
Well, fuck him, it wouldn’t.
Porsche had just gotten back to him and Pete’s room after a work-out, when his phone rang. The nice new one that Kinn had gotten him.
The caller ID was Chay, and Porsche would never, intentionally, ignore a call from Chay, so he answered.
“Hia,” Chay whispered, voice shaking. “There’s people downstairs and I don’t know what to do.”
Porsche’s entire body went tense as he held the phone closer to his ear.
“Chay, stay hidden for as long as you can, I’ll be there s-”
He was cut off by a startled shout and the loud, almost deafening sound of a phone hitting the ground.
The line went dead a moment after.
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The door to Pete and Porsche’s room slammed open as Kinn strode in.
Porsche looked up and immediately threw himself at Kinn, curling his arms around Kinn’s waist and sobbing, loud and long and agonized.
“Please, Kinn, you have to help me,” He wept.
Staying inactive for this long had already taken its toll on Porsche’s mental state but he didn’t know what to do, all he could think was that Kinn, big bad mafia boss Kinn, could help.
Kinn, in a rare show of gentleness, tangled his fingers in Porsche’s hair, softly shushing him.
“What’s wrong, Porsche, what can I do?”
“Chay, it’s Chay,” Porsche managed, sounding choked.
Pete stepped in to clarify, softly clearing his throat. “I already sent Big and Ken out to investigate the house, where Chay was taken from, at Porsche’s request.
Kinn could feel, rather than see the expression on Kim’s face drop into one of abject horror and misery.
“We’ll take care of it.” Kinn said, as gently as possible.
He turned his head and gave Kim a sharp nod, which is all his brother needed.
Kinn scooped Porsche up, soft duvet swaddled around his body and all, heading all the way down to his own rooms.
He settled Porsche onto his bed, sliding off the blanket Porsche had wrapped himself in and, instead, tucked him up under the silk sheets spreading across the mattress.
Porsche clung onto him, so Kinn stayed by his side, until he fell asleep.
Then, he rose, to make sure his little brother didn’t do anything stupid.
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“Fuck off, Kinn,” Kim snarled into the phone.
“I can hear you breaking about fifty traffic laws from here,”
Kinn snarked back.
It was… Not untrue.
Kim was speeding through Bangkok, weaving in and out of traffic like a man possessed, with a vicious, single minded focus of ‘Chay could be hurt, someone could be hurting Chay, I need to hunt them down and make them hurt,’ and Kinn knew that.
He and his little brother were more alike than both of them would like to imagine.
“I’m not going to stop you, because Porsche is still having a breakdown in my bed and I think seeing his brother alive and well will be the only thing that helps him so,” Kinn took a deep breath and couldn’t believe he was saying this. “Do what you need to do and I’ll deal with the consequences later.”
Kim made a soft noise of confirmation in the back of his throat before hanging up the phone and tossing it, carelessly, in the passenger seat.
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Chay struggled to lift his head, as the flickering drone of the fluorescents wormed its way into his brain.
He blinked once, then twice, even the dim light feeling like too much for him.
His vision was blurry as he dropped his head forward, letting his eyes slide shut once again.
The rope dug into his wrist uncomfortably, making it hard to ignore any one discomfort. It was either focus on the burning in his wrists or the pounding in his head.
Whatever he had been drugged with kept his brain foggy and numbed the pain somewhat, but ultimately, his low pain tolerance won out, and he passed out again.
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The next time he came to, there was someone standing in front of him, speaking, something about ‘tearing him up before sending him back’, but before the man can even draw a switchblade from his pocket, a gunshot rings out, making the pounding in Chay’s head intensify for a brief moment, leaving only a pitiful ringing in his ears.
Kim, splattered with blood, none of which seemed to be his, rushed forward to make sure Chay was uninjured, reaching around him to cut the ropes on his wrists.
Chay said nothing the entire time, even as Kim helped him to his feet.
Once he seemed stable, Kim wordlessly stepped away, allowing Chay to make his choice.
But there was no choice.
Not really.
He extended his arms, making a grabbing motion, uncaring of the blood that smeared against his skin and clothes as Kim scooped him up with a firm grip beneath his thighs.
Chay hooked his legs over Kim’s hips, wrapped his arms around Kim’s neck, and hooked his chin over Kim’s shoulder.
As Kim carried him out, murmuring soft reassurances that Chay could barely make out, he saw the body left behind and surprisingly… Felt nothing.
There was actually a soft warmth in his chest at the fact that Kim would do all of the terrible things he had done, just because of Chay.
Just to make sure he was okay.
Chay turned his head to the side and brushed a soft, barely-there kiss against Kim’s neck, with a small hum.
His voice sounded under-water to his own ears as he murmured,
“Thank you P’Kim,”