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When Porsche met Vegas, he thought he was a nice guy. A bit weird and smug, but definitely not as dangerous as it turned out.
It turned out Vegas was a psycho.
You know, it's a bit sad when you find out that your boyfriend is a jerk. And it's a bit devastating when you find out that he is actually mafia.
Porsche is not the guy who has high standards, he doesn't think highly of himself, but the mafia… The mafia is definitely too much.
Moreover, Vegas turned out to be not as nice as he was at the beginning. He is a fucking maniac. He's not only killing people for money. He's torturing people for pleasure. And that's a whole different level.
Porsche got into this relationship because Vegas was interesting, and he was great in bed, which made him a good boyfriend material. It’s not like Porsche was in love with him or something. Porsche is not the type who falls in love.
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Being in a relationship with a mafia boss is not bad when it comes to parties. They are always fun and fancy, and they always have free food. The guests at these parties are not so exciting, Porsche is constantly thinking of how many people killed his new acquaintance, but they are okay for a one-time talk.
Porsche attends as many parties as he can while he’s still alive. He is pretty sure if he tries to break up with Vegas, he will be killed. He is pretty sure if Vegas gets bored with him, he will be killed, too. Sooner or later. This thought makes Porsche more brave and dumb. He can do whatever he wants.
When some guy with nice-styled hair approaches him, Porsche doesn’t even think. He sees a glass of whiskey in the man’s hand, he grasps it and drinks everything in one gulp.
“I didn’t offer it to you,” says the man.
“Whatever, I’m Vegas' boy, he’s the coolest guy here. Would you like to face him?”
“Well, I can, because I’m Kinn, and I’m the coolest guy here. Where did Vegas find such a stupid boy?”
“Oh shit,” exhales Porsche. It’s Kinn. Kinn Theerapanyakul. Vegas' cousin and, yeah, the coolest guy at this party. Porsche is doomed.
Porsche looks at this man, noticing his probably costly dark-red suit, smug smile, and thick brows. This man is handsome, and Porsche could guess from his clothes that it’s a stupid idea to be rude to him.
“What’s your name, Vegas' boy?”
“Porsche…” he gives Kinn a wide fake grin because he’s gonna be killed someday, but please, not today. “Would you like me to find you another drink?”
“Thinking about how Vegas will discover your dead body in the backyard?” smirks Kinn.
“A bit.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not as crazy as my cousin.” Sounds like bullshit, but Porsche shrugs and gives him a little sincere smile. "You don't believe it, right?"
"Not after Vegas".
"How did you two get together?"
"First of all, I didn't know he was from the mafia."
Kinn chuckles and gives Porsche a surprised look.
“Vegas is the most obvious mafia person ever. He’s a theft, he’s a killer, he’s...”
“A maniac, yeah.”
“You don’t look crazy in love, though.”
Porsche doesn’t know why he talks about it with a stranger, but Kinn doesn’t seem so dangerous. Of course, Porsche’s inner feeling of danger is broken if he didn’t see through Vegas at first, but who can be worse than him?
“He was a nice date for a couple of nights. But then he turned out to be a mafia, and here I am.”
“Tragic.”
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Who the hell would have a crush on Vegas? You are rather insane or stupid.”
Porsche purses his lips but can’t argue. He is insane and stupid.
“But I may help you,” suddenly says Kinn. Porsche gives him a suspicious look. “Yeah, of course, you will be spying for me, but not for too long. What do you think?”
“I think you can’t help me. Someday, Vegas will kill me. And if I were spying for you, he would kill my whole family. No, thanks.”
“Vegas doesn’t love you, Porsche. You’re just a toy for parties and sex.”
“Fuck off.”
“What I’m saying is that Vegas has a favorite person. If we help them to get together, you will be free.”
In an instant, Kinn starts to look much more interesting in Porsche’s eyes. Porsche was already at peace with the thought that soon enough he would die, but for the first time, he sees a way out. The real way out.
“Who is that?” Porsche makes a little step closer to Kinn.
“Would you be my spy?”
Kinn gives him a charming smile, and Porsche feels a mixture of awkwardness with hope.
Kinn gives Porsche his number and time to think about his offer. Porsche knows it’s pretty dangerous to go against your creepy mafia boyfriend, but freedom is worth it. The only thing Porsche worries about is Porschay. Porsche doesn’t want his poor decisions to affect his little brother's life.
For the next several days, he feels anxious. Especially, when he is with Vegas. Letting him kiss and touch you, but thinking of betraying him. Is it a betrayal? Vegas caught him in a trap of their weird relationship, and Porsche was the prey. A victim can’t betray their torturer, right?
Right. That is why Porsche calls Kinn. That is why Porsche may cut a deal with someone much worse than Vegas. Porsche doesn’t know Kinn, Porsche can’t trust him. But Porsche takes a risk.
His first and only task is to eavesdrop on Vegas' conversations with the Italian boss.
Kinn, of course, didn’t mention one little thing. They speak English.
Well, Porsche has no problem with that, but this dumb Kinn guy didn’t even ask if Porsche speaks English. What kind of mafia is he?!
Only then does Porsche realize that Kinn may know about him more than expected. Kinn is mafia. He definitely can spy on Porsche. And it would be much easier than spying on Vegas.
Or maybe Kinn guessed because Vegas speaks English half of the time, right?
Not right.
Kinn is just another creepy mafia guy, and Porsche eventually should escape from the city. Porschay would be happy to hear the news about leaving his friends and studying.
Anyway, Porsche records on his phone everything he can, hoping it doesn’t look too much like spying on the cameras. Because, of course, there should be cameras somewhere.
It’s just one task, Porsche wouldn’t go back here after that. He doesn’t understand much from the mafia conversation, but he definitely understands that something is going on behind Kinn’s back.
Porsche doesn’t stay till the end of the meeting, afraid of being caught. He just sends the record to Kinn, deletes their text history and the record from the phone itself. That’s all. He’s done here.
Porsche goes to the buffet, pretending to hang out there. Vegas comes in half an hour, drags Porsche to one of the rooms, and gives him a blowjob. Weird.
Well, actually, sex with Vegas is usually okay. Nothing special, but good. Today, though, it is awkward to get a blowjob from someone you’re spying on.
To be honest, it was pretty weird to have sex with someone you’re afraid of, but Porsche got used to it. And Vegas is not so scary in bed. Sometimes, he ties Porsche up for fun and sometimes suggests some BDSM practices, but that’s okay. Porsche doesn’t mind rough sex, even though sometimes he just wants to make sweet sweet love.
Porsche thinks about someone Vegas is interested in. Why is he with Porsche, then? Why is he having sex with him?
One more weird thing.
Porsche has never been in love, so he’s not the one who can judge, but he believes he wouldn’t sleep with Vegas loving someone else.
Well, Porsche also would never kill a person or torture someone. He’s just not Vegas. He can’t get him.
After sending Kinn all the required information, Porsche is pretty sure Kinn won’t let him go so easily. A convenient spy on his cousin. Better not to lose him after one task, right?
But Kinn sticks to his word and, when they are in his mansion, nods at the door.
“Saw the guy at the entrance? He’s Vegas' crush.”
“Your bodyguard?!”
Porsche just doesn’t believe that.
“Yeah, his name is Pete.”
“Are you kidding me? I thought we had a deal, and you’re just joking around.”
Kinn raises his brows. “Who said I’m joking?”
“You’re saying that Vegas' love of life is your bodyguard? And you trust him to stay your bodyguard? Ha! Eat my ass!”
“I would if you’d let me. You look nice.”
“Fuck off!”
Kinn laughs softly. “Pete is loyal to me, I’m not afraid of him betraying me for romance.”
“I bet Vegas thought I was loyal to him, too. And here we are,” Porsche shrugs. "Anyway, thank you. I have no clue what I should do with this information, but I'll figure something out.”
“Just ask Pete for help. He's a nice guy, and he knows how to handle Vegas.”
“How much would it cost me?”
“Nothing. Pete doesn't like Vegas' boyfriends much. He will be happy to break you up.”
“And you still trust him.”
“Yeah. But it doesn't mean they won't get married one day.”
Porsche chuckles and shakes his head. "You're all fucking crazy… and gay.”
“It is what it is, darling.”
Porsche leaves the room and approaches that Pete guy. At first, he looks pretty average. Handsome but wearing a weird haircut and has the smile of a person, who’s thinking about his free time after work. Porsche can't imagine what Vegas found in him.
“Hey, I was told you may help with a 'boyfriend Vegas' problem.”
Pete gives him a look. An attentive, suspicious look. “Who told you so?”
“Kinn.”
“Oh, okay," Pete suddenly gives him a friendly grin. "So, you are Vegas' boyfriend, right?”
“Well, yeah… Can you help me?”
“Sure.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I'll just ask him to dump you.”
Porsche looks at this strange guy and can't believe it. How could Pete survive as a bodyguard for so long and not know that it doesn't work this way? You can't just ask a mafia boss to dump his boyfriend.
“Relax," Pete grabs his shoulder. "That's my problem anyway.”
“No, it's mine."
“Vegas is always my problem. But if you want to be grateful, treat me to lunch.”
Porsche smirks and nods. “Well, when is your break then?”
“At 2 p.m.”
“Noted.”
Porsche disappears in an instant, but at 2 p.m. sharp, he is at the entrance of Kinn’s house again with packages of food from the nice little restaurant nearby.
Pete smiles so widely that Porsche laughs. Pete is too happy for a guy who agrees to confront the mafia for food.
They sit at the table in the kitchen and share lunch.
“Not as good as my granny’s cooking, but I like it,” says Pete with a mouth full of food. Porsche likes this guy. And Porsche has no idea how this nice guy ended up in the mafia.
“What are you still doing here?” Kinn enters the kitchen with a surprised look.
“I’m treating my new friend to a meal,” smiles Porsche. “He is helping me with the Vegas thing…”
“I’m the one who helped you. You should have invited me.”
“You? Ha! I did my job for you, we’re even.”
Kinn squeezes his eyes, and Pete offers him a slice of pizza.
“Mr. Kinn, would you like some?”
“Thank you, Pete. You’re the only one with good manners. No wonder Vegas likes you more.”
Porsche laughs. “Do you really think I would be jealous?”
“Why not?”
“The only thing I care about is my little brother. Not some mafia jerks.”
Only then does Porsche realize it’s not a piece of information you should share with a mafia boss who could easily blackmail you. Kinn catches his look and smiles.
“Relax. I already know you have a brother and care about him so much. It’s not something you can hide from the mafia.”
Porsche nods and says, “Right.” Then he decides to keep staring at the ceiling trying not to say anything more stupid.
“What do you like about your brother?” asks Kinn.
“Everything,” Porsche gives him a surprised look. “He’s my brother, you know.”
“I don’t think all the brothers in the world love each other.”
“Right,” says Porsche, imagining all these mafia brothers’ relations.
“You say that a lot,” notices Kinn.
“What?”
“Right.”
Porsche rolls his eyes.
“I’m here with my new homie, and here is some mafia guy interfering with our talk. How should I react?”
“You’re in some mafia guy’s home.”
Pete gives Porsche a disapproving look. “Are you trying to get shot?” he whispers.
Porsche just smirks. Now Kinn is not dangerous. He looks like a lonely puppy searching for some company.
While Porsche starts thinking he has a thing for mafia guys, Pete smiles apologetically and says, "Mr. Kinn, please, let's not kill this guy. I like him. He brought food!"
Kinn’s expression suddenly becomes grave, but then he agrees, "I kinda like him too."
They share a grin while Porsche snorts.
“Do you always need to threaten someone?”
“Well, we’re mafia,” shrugs Pete.
“He has a point,” supports Kinn.
“After Vegas, I will never ever come across the mafia again.”
“Can relate…” sighs Pete.
Then they’re eating and talking and laughing so much. Pete is a funny guy. Porsche doesn’t understand how such a nice guy can be Vegas' crush. Kinn has a charming smile when he doesn’t care about anything. Actually, he is always charming, but Porsche has never seen him so relaxed and kind.
Kinn even mentions that he is jealous of Porsche because he has a simple nice life, and Kinn wants the same.
An hour later, Porsche leaves, thinking about people who work in such a dirty business, but sometimes, on their breaks, still stay people.
Sadly, Vegas is not like that. He’s a jerk and a psycho all the time.
The following evening Porsche passes in Porschay’s company and tries not to think so much about Pete’s methods to convince Vegas. And Porsche especially tries not to think about that smile on Kinn’s face. Wide, bright and adorable. Porsche fails.
The next few days he sees Kinn pretty often: he visits Vegas’ house a lot. They don’t talk too much, and Porsche can guess Kinn just has some business with the minor family until they meet in the yard.
“Don’t worry, soon you will be free,” says Kinn suddenly. Porsche turns to him and raises his brows.
“How do you know?”
“Why do you think I’m here?”
“For me?” Porsche is a bit taken aback.
“Sure. Pete is my bodyguard. If I come here, he comes here with me. He could seduce Vegas in an instant, but he told me he needed some time to manipulate him.”
“So all these days you’ve been here for me,” Porsche smiles.
“I keep my promises.”
“But you are also a very busy man.”
“And the information you sent me was very, very useful.”
Porsche stares at him and thinks if Kinn wasn’t mafia, he would ask him out immediately. Why? Porsche has no idea. But there is something in this guy that makes him feel things he never felt before.
“I bet you’re tired,” says Porsche. “Of everything you have on your plate.”
Kinn shrugs. “Sometimes I just want to be a normal guy with a normal life. Like you.”
“I’m a mafia boss’ boyfriend, I’m not normal,” laughs Porsche.
“But usually you are.”
Porsche shakes his head. He’s never been normal. He’s an orphan, and often he’s extremely poor, trying to save his brother from all this poverty. He is a survivor. Average people don’t think about surviving so much.
“I’m the opposite of you, yeah,” says Porsche. “But being normal is somewhere in the middle. It’s not me and not you. If I was normal, my biggest problem would be some gigantic essay my professor asked me to write.”
“And do you have an essay to write?” Kinn smirks.
“You have no idea!” laughs Porsche.
He has a really weird feeling looking at this devilish smile, at these seemingly soft lips. And Kinn follows his gaze. And Kinn approaches him closer.
“You would be a normal guy if you hadn’t had a thing for mafia bosses.” Porsche steps back, and Kinn chuckles. “Don’t be afraid. I’m helping you to get out of the mafia. I have no intention to drag you back.” But Kinn’s eyes are wandering over Porsche’s body, and it makes him hot and uncomfortable at the same time.
“You just find me pretty, right?” exhales Porsche.
“Yeah, but I am an adult. I can enjoy your beauty from afar.”
Porsche would rather let him enjoy his beauty through the touch, but Kinn is right. They better not do anything specific. Even if it could be a one-night stand.
Porsche spends a bit more in Vegas' company until the man dumps him. No apologies or long conversations.
“I am bored,” says Vegas. And that's all. Porsche nods and tries to look sad, but he can't help feeling happiness rising in his chest.
He is free. He is finally free.
Thank god there is Pete somewhere, who can distract Vegas. Pete whom Porsche will never see again, but that's okay.
Porsche will never see Kinn again, but that's the cost of freedom.
Was it worth it? Hell yes.
Is it sad? A bit.
Porsche is back to his old life. No mafia, no relationship. Just the simple life of a simple guy. The life Kinn was talking about.
Day by day, week by week, Porsche starts to forget this situation, these people. They were like a weird fantastic dream.
“Guys, meet our newcomer,” once upon a time says Jom on the first day of the new academic year at university.
Porsche takes a look at the new student and doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.
It is Kinn. It's fucking Kinn Theerapanyakul.
What is he doing here?
He greets everyone and sits at the table next to Porsche.
“What the hell?” whispers Porsche, imagining Vegas searching for him for revenge.
“Just trying something new,” smiles Kinn.
“Something new?”
“Simple life of a simple guy.”
Ah.
Porsche chuckles.
“Do you have a list of things you need to do?”
“Sure! I had already entered the university and asked Jom to hang out together in a bar one day. Now, I think, I need to write a paper for a professor at the last moment and find a boyfriend.”
“Huh? A boyfriend?”
Kinn gives him a piercing gaze and asks:
“Would you like to help me with that?”