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It was supposed to just be a meeting. Two heads of families getting together to talk business, nothing more.
No one expected it to turn out like this.
Porsche skidded to a stop on his motorcycle, practically leaping off as he ran to the courtyard where he could still hear gunfire. The air around him was thick with smoke, the sharp scent of blood and gunpowder greeting him as he ran. Even from the distance he could see bodies littering the ground, and his heart leapt to his throat.
Please.
Not Kinn.
He had only taken a few bodyguards, Arm, Pol. The family he was meeting was small, hardly any presence in Bangkok. He hadn’t been worried.
Neither had Porsche. Not until the gunfire crackled over the coms, Arm’s frantic voice calling for backup. Porsche was gone before anyone else had even moved, and he almost regretted it. He had left before anyone else and now was going into what this was alone.
Except he wouldn’t be alone. Kinn was here. He just had to find him.
The gunfire slowed, and Porsche saw Kinn, crouching behind a short wall. Their eyes met and relief poured over Kinn’s face. He smiled and glanced back toward the shooter and seemed to make a decision, crouching low and moving quickly toward Porsche.
A gunshot rang out, and Kinn stumbled, almost falling face first into the concrete. His hand went to his chest, and Porsche watched as blood bloomed onto his white shirt.
No.
He didn’t think, he just moved. Porsche darted to Kinn, pulling him behind another low wall, firing three times into the man who shot him. He didn’t wait to see if he went down, all of his attention on Kinn.
His breathing was labored, his whole body trembling. Kinn coughed, blood coating his lips.
Fuck.
Porsche pressed a hand to Kinn’s chest, trying to staunch the blood flow, and felt the strain. The bullet must have punctured one of his lungs. Kinn couldn’t breathe, and he was bleeding out.
He was…
“Kinn, Kinn please, you can’t. Kinn we just fixed everything, you can’t go, please.” Tears stung his eyes in the smoky air, dripping down his nose and onto Kinn. “You can’t go, Kinn, please. Kinn. Kinn !”
Kinn’s eyes met his, and a smile played on the corner of his lips. He looked as if he was trying to say something, but no sound came out. Porsche pressed a bloody hand to his cheek, begging him as his eyes went vacant and unseeing.
“ KINN! ”
*
Arm had grabbed Porsche and dragged him into a car, both of their faces dripping with tears. Porsche didn’t have the energy to fight him, but his eyes didn’t leave Kinn until they turned the corner. He watched as Pol crouched next to him, checking for things that Porsche already knew weren’t there.
He looked over at Arm, whose face was a mask of grief, and said, “Where were you?”
Arm shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut briefly, before lifting his head and moving faster. “Pol and I were pinned on the other side of the courtyard, that’s why I called for backup. Anytime we tried to move they…whatever they had was automatic, and they made it very clear they did not want us leaving here alive. We couldn’t get to him.”
They made it to the car, and Arm pushed Porsche into the backseat, sliding into the front and starting it up.
Porsche slumped in the seat, staring unseeing out the window as they drove. He didn’t look, but he could feel Arm’s eyes on him in the rearview mirror.
“I’m sorry, Porsche. I’m so sorry.” Arm whispered, fresh tears falling.
His words flowed over Porsche, but he didn’t feel them.
He didn’t feel anything.
Once they got back to the main house, Porsche walked without seeing to his and Kinn’s bedroom, slipped off his shoes and slowly climbed into their bed. He didn’t change, or wash any of the blood off his skin. All he did was wrap himself in their blanket, and bury his head in Kinn’s pillow.
And he stayed there.
He knew the bodyguards who brought him food were concerned, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel anything. He was…empty.
Porsche stayed in bed for two days, drifting in and out of sleep, staring at the wall. He kept the windows closed.
Porchay visited, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding his hand. He spoke for a while, his other hand smoothing Porsche’s hair from his forehead, the same way Porsche would always do for him.
But Porsche didn’t hear him. He didn’t respond.
He was empty.
He closed his eyes.
*
After two days of laying in bed, Porsche woke up. His body burned with an anger and drive, and he slipped out of bed. Leaving the warm embrace of Kinn’s memory and preparing himself.
Preparing himself to go out there, and avenge Kinn’s death.
Preparing for war.
He was sitting at a table, quickly compiling information on the people who killed Kinn, when everyone else woke up. Porsche could feel the heat of their stares on the back of his head, but resolved to ignore them until someone came and spoke to him directly.
And that person was Pete.
Porsche looked up at him, a flicker of surprise flashing in his eyes. He hadn’t expected Pete to be there. He thought he was off with Vegas, doing whatever it is they did.
“Porsche…what are you doing?” Pete asked, sliding into a seat across from him. “Are you…How are you?”
There was a knowing look in Pete’s eyes, and Porsche knew why. He’d almost lost Vegas, so he felt as though he understood. In a way he did.
But in so many others, Pete had no idea what Porsche was feeling.
The pure grief dulled by flaming hot rage, suffusing his entire body, pumping him full of adrenaline. Porsche’s skin tingled with anticipation, and he stood, slipping one last gun into one of the many holsters he’d adorned his body with.
Pete still had Vegas.
Kinn was gone.
And Porsche was going to make them pay for it.
“I’m fine, Pete.” Porsche said, his voice unfeeling. “I’m ready to go.”
“Go where?” Pete asked, as other bodyguards began to converge, listening to the Head of the minor family.
“To avenge the death of our Head, Pete. These people-” Porsche pointed to the laptop screen with a still of an angry face “-they killed him. And they’re going to pay.”
“Porsche, I’m not sure this is a good idea-” Pete started, but Porsche cut him off as he strode away.
“Good thing you’re not in charge then.” He jerked his head toward the door, bodyguards falling in line behind him. “Let’s go.”
*
They split off. Most of the bodyguards went to find their house, to storm the castle if you will, but Porsche went to their last known location. A little alley off the side of a restaurant. Fitting, he thought. Taking out the trash.
There was one man Porsche remembered. He was standing next to the one who’d shot Kinn, and his face was seared into Porsche’s mind.
He’d found him.
The man turned, a shout halfway out of his mouth by the time the first bullet connected with his leg. He fell to the ground as Porsche moved in, but the sound of the gunshot brought reinforcements.
At least twenty men streamed out of the doors of the restaurant, each one drawing their gun to point at Porsche.
He didn’t take his eyes off the man, his thumb silently cocking his gun, his finger squeezing the trigger.
His gun went off, the bullet landed in the man’s left shoulder, and as he shouted out in pain, Porsche felt heat ripping through him.
Bullet after bullet pierced his skin, and he stumbled under the force of them. Two men entered his line of sight and dragged the man he shot away, loading him into a car and driving away. And as the tires squealed against the pavement, and the rest of the men filed back inside, Porsche collapsed to the ground. Blood oozed from multiple woundss, and he could see his vision going dark at the edges.
And he didn’t try desperately to hold on.
He let the darkness overtake him, taking him to Kinn.
The last thought he had was of Porchay, and the words he’d said to him as he was laying in bed came back to him.
“ Porsche…bro, I’m sorry. I know it's not much, it doesn’t mean much of anything, but I am. I liked Kinn, and I know how much he means to you. You came alive around him, Porsche. And this…this is just awful. This life, this business.” He’d taken a moment to wipe away his tears, reaching a hand out and laying it on Porsche’s shoulder, hidden by the blanket. “ I’m so scared everyday. I never know if you’re going to come home and now, with what happened to Kinn…I love you, bro. I don’t want to lose you.”
I don’t want to lose you.
I love you.
Lose you.
Lose…
I…
Porsche knew in that moment, as darkness stole over him, and his heart slowed, that it was over. He wasn’t making it out of this alley alive. He was breaking his promise to Chay.
But he also knew soon he’d be back in Kinn’s arms. And he couldn’t bring himself to regret his decision. Chay had people now. He had Kim, and their mother…he wasn’t alone.
Chay would be okay.
And Porsche…
One last breath shuddered through his chest, his hands falling limp at his sides as blood pooled beneath him and the darkness whisked him away.
I’m sorry, Chay.
*
The darkness was broken by a light that pierced through him, coming at him so rapidly if he had any sense he’d run. But he couldn’t, there was nowhere to run to. It caught him and coiled around him, and he was light himself. The light was warm as it wrapped around him, glowing and shining, and Porsche was content.
He was home.