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This is NOT VegasPete Special Chapter 2. This chapter is chapter 38 ~ 43 from the KinnPorsche novel. And it's VegasPete through Porsche's POV after Pete ran away from Vegas' house. Later, it switches to Pete's and Vegas' POV again. 

WARNING: The following chapters have MAJOR spoilers for KinnPorsche novel ending, especially the mystery surrounding Porsche's parents. Read at your own risk!!!!!!!

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Porsche POV

"Hey Pete, what are you so afraid of?"

"I told you. I don't wanna come out," Pete said, tightly holding Arm's arm.

"Can you let go of my arm, Pete?"

"I wanna go home," Pete insisted.

"Come on man, if you keep clinging on me like that, people will think we're dating. And that's not cool," Arm said and tried to rip off Pete's hands, but he was stuck to him like a gecko.

Pete was so anxious, he kept on looking from left to right as if someone might kidnap him again. I felt pity for him, but I just couldn't help but find it adorable whenever he does that. He might be one tough fighter, but seeing him like that made me want to protect him more.

"Hey, Pete! Come on!!!" Arm impatiently said, pushing Pete's face away. The latter then let go of his grip and was swatted away. Pete staggered, before eventually bumping into someone.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Pete hurriedly apologized.

"Hey! Watch where you are goin- Oh, Pete..." Kinn, Kim, and Thankhun halted their quarrel as all the eyes stared at the person Pete had just bumped into.

"Macao."

The youngest son of the second family appeared in front of me. Pete only stood and trembled as if he saw a ghost for the first time.

Macao? Was Macao the reason for your paranoia?

"Out for a walk?" Macao talked past Pete and I then greeted Kinn.

"What about you? Out for a walk too?" Kinn replied in monotone.

"No. My brother has been missing since this afternoon, and the latest track of his GPS said that he was here. So, I hurriedly followed." Macao said and I immediately turned to look at Pete. He was sweating like hell, and his grip had tightened too.

"Vegas disappeared? Wasn't he just out for a walk too?"

"No Phi. He slipped and hit his head on the floor last night so we took him to the hospital. But they called, and they said that he escaped." Macao said with a dithered expression.

"What happened to him? Why did he suddenly want to escape?" Kinn said.

Macao then gradually turned his gaze to Pete, who also have an equal dithery expression,

"He had been through a lot, Phi. And the doctor advised me to watch over him, but I was too late."

"And?" Kinn said in a query but was eventually pushed aside by Thankhun's gesture.

"Kim, look at this! I couldn't believe they have this too, just like what they have on the temple!!!" Thankhun cheerfully said, while holding a large bandana that looks like what the monks wear. He then wrapped it around Kim's neck and dragged his little brother up to the crowd.

"H-hey! What the hell are you doing!?" Kim ranted but still went on with his brother's trip.

"Haha! It looks good on you my little brother. Now we don't need to visit the temple now, aren't we?"

"Hi Phi 'Khun. From a distance, Kim looks like a monk, and you as a sinner. Looks like you and Kim are having fun, aren't we?" Macao teased and Thankhun glared in reply.

"Macao you bastard!" Thankhun said and was about to lunge towards Macao's direction, but Pete and I held both of his arms.

"Calm the fuck down." I said.

"You really have a loose screw huh? Sigh... I better go find my brother now, or else I'll be infected by you." Macao dragged his voice and walked past Thankhun's face.

"W-what did you just say!? Are you mocking me!?" Thankhun brawled, but Pete immediately stopped him.

"That's enough 'Khun. People might hear you and it wouldn't be good for your image."

Pete said in a low voice.

"And why would I be embarrassed? They should be embarrassed by me instead! Now where the fuck did that Macao go!?" Thankhun said before following Macao and grabbing the latter on the shoulders. "You cannot enter!"

"Says who? I don't see any sign that says I cannot." Macao said in a smug face. Damn this kid got some talking skills. "What the hell is going on!?"

Jade's signature eight-octave voice rang out.

"Hey, you ladyboy! Why did you let people in!?" Thankhun immediately turned to Jade when he saw her.

"Wha-! Well I thought you guys will be coming late, and I also have to make a living for God's sake!" Jade replied dryly, turning his head in my direction for help.

"We're here already, so you don't have to anymore. And also, don't let this bastard in!"

Thankhun pointed at Macao, and everybody sighed in chorus.

"What the hell's wrong with you!? I'm trying to find my brother, goddammit!" Macao protested.

"Then go somewhere else! Cause I'll be buying this shop for my own! Pete! Go tell my dad to ready a check!"

"Kim please... stop your lunatic brother." Ché slightly pulled the hem of Kim's shirt, while the latter shook his head.

"Na-ah. I got no stupid brother like that. Kinn, go stop him." Kim turned to Kinn.

"Nope. I'll pass." Kinn said before hiding at my back. My eyes immediately followed Kinn's gesture, and the bastard only grinned at me. Shit! This can't get any worse, does it?

"You'll sell it for 10 million? Fine! Bring out the deed then!"

"Hey 'Khun, calm the fuck down! Who says I'll be selling my shop?" Jade brawled on Thankhun before turning to me with a whimper. "Porsche... Can you please stop this crazy bastard?"

Damn what a hassle!

"Jade, you go now and serve your customers, and as for you 'Khun, if you can't fucking shut up, I'll let you eat my foot instead!" I threatened, and the bastard pursed his lips sealed.

"And you. You can go home now. You're still too young to be lingering in this kind of place. Especially at times like this. It's way too dangerous." Kinn said to Macao, and he only nodded in reply.

"But Ché's underage too." Kim pointed at Ché.

"But he's your responsibility. So, take good care of him." As soon as Kinn finished his sentence, I glared at him again and the bastard slapped his mouth shut as if he had said something he shouldn't.

"I can take care of my own brother alright? So, get the fuck off!" I said, pulling my brother out of Kim's hand.

"I know, I know." Kinn said softly and Kim only raised his hands in defeat.

These fucking brothers really do share the same mental state of mind. If only Kinn and Kim didn't know how to socialize, they'd be sharing the same pot.

We stood outside. Waiting for Jade to clear out the shop like what Thankhun wanted. The bastard was clearly excited because he couldn't keep his hands to himself. One was on Ché's nape and the other was on Pete's arm. Kinn was no different, for his hand was on my head. We're like a bunch of kids waiting for the playground to open.

"Do you think he's in there?" Pete suddenly whispered to me.

"Who? And what are you so afraid of? If you don't calm down now, I'll slap the shit out of you." I said to Pete.

"I just... don't wanna see his face," Pete said softly, "And I fucking hate him." He added, and I only looked at him in reply without uttering a single word. He was so silent that I thought he'll be asking to go home again...

"Aren't we going in yet? I wanna drink."

But he immediately changed the topic like that.

"I thought you wanted to go home?"

"I changed my mind. I wanna get drunk tonight!!!" Pete exclaimed, fixing himself up.

It didn't take long for Jade to clear out the people. We then made our way to the tables with ease and with our heads up. 'Khun even asked for a karaoke set up in the middle and said that we should sing to our heart's content. Pete then took the initiative, and the karaoke party began.

"...memories of yesterday with the love that you left behind. Why would you still ask me how am I? I want to know why. I don't want to talk about it, because the more you seek it. The more it hurts. How long does it take to forget about the one you loved the most?"

Everyone took turns, a song by song. And the shop was filled with laughter and glass clanging together. Thankhun still chose to be the outcast, who kept on picking songs with an annoying beat. But it eventually subsided when he let Pete take the lead. As soon as the liquor hits Pete's mouth, the atmosphere around him turned into a Friday nightclub. He was so gloomy, and the songs that he kept on punching in were too sad as if he was lovelorn.

What's really up with you and Vegas huh, Pete?

"Keep that question aside before this person stops breathing..."

"Give Pete applause!!!" Thankhun said with his eyes drooping from boredom. He then looked at the music queue with anticipation, and his eyes widen when his song appeared on the screen. Thankhun immediately pulled the mic from Pete's hand and nodded to Arm to play the song.

"Can I sing another song, Khun?" Pete took the mic back.

"I've already had enough of your heartbreaking songs Pete! We're here to have fun! Not to be depressed, okay!?" Thankhun said to Pete, before stomping its feet to the beat of the music.

"Just let him be." Kinn said to Pete in apology.

"You already got 10 songs in a row! And any more of that will send me into complete misery. Don't you care about the others? They wanted to hear me sing so badly right now!" Thankhun said confidently.

"Says who?" Ché said, but Thankhun was unfazed. Pete and 'Khun were still holding on to the mic without anyone backing out. Please, someone, take away the mic from these two.

"Alright, that's enough! Your time is up already. It's our turn now." Pol and Arm said, immediately pulled out the mic from Pete and 'Khun's hand then punched in their song. The bastard protested, but Pete only lifted his glass and glugged out the liquor to the rim.

"Kinn, don't you think Pete was acting quiet, weird?" I nudged Kinn's side.

"Uhm... no?"

"What do you mean no?" I asked in disbelief, and I knew Kinn was hiding something from me the way he stared at Pete. As if he was also worried about the latter.

Pete took a deep breath, making Kinn and I pull away a little farther from each other.

"What's up?" I asked Pete.

"I wanna have a girlfriend." Pete suddenly muttered with his head all droopy and messy.

"What?" Kinn and I said in chorus.

"Huh?" Pete furrowed his eyebrows towards us, before continuing what he was trying to say. "I want a girlfriend; I want to get married and start over."

Pete kept on blabbering before shoving another shot of liquor in his mouth.

"You're drunk." I said, reaching for the glass he was holding.

"Who'll get married?" Thankhun overheard our conversation and immediately came in.

"Pete. He said he wanted to get married." Kinn pointed to Pete, who was now seated on the sofa with a lovelorn face.

"That's good! I'll then propose a grand dowry for you! Then who'll you marry? Should I pick my sister-in-law for you?"

"He's the man. He should be putting up a dowry instead."

"Then, who'll be your bride?"

Pete took another shot before replying, "I dunno either." Scrunching his nose up as his face blushed.

These bastards are way too drunk to function. I then pulled out my cigarette and nudged Kinn's side to let him know that I'll be going out for a while. He nodded and I immediately grabbed Pete to tag along, wrapping both of his arms around mine because he was clearly wasted as fuck.

We both made our way to the back, with the tiny veranda to step on. I lit out my cigarette and so as Pete then we both let ourselves get succumbed to the sudden solitude.

"Are you drunk?" I asked Pete, whose eyes were still gloomy and his back against the wall.

"Just a bit tipsy..." He shortly said, breathing the nicotine in and puffing a ball of smoke out. We both walked on eggshells as we tried to exchange little conversations.

"Pete, do you remember the thing that I asked you? Is there anyone else aside from P'Chan who knew the company well?" I said in a query. This has been bothering me for days already. And the more that I dug into it, the more I got curious.

"Why do you wanna know so bad, huh Porsche?" Pete raised an eyebrow, looking at me suspiciously.

"Pete, you know that I trust you a lot. No one knows about this aside from you. Not even my brother, Tem or Jom or even Kinn knows about this."

"Err... I dunno Porsche. I don't want to get myself in trouble again." Pete said kiddingly but a matter of factly.

"Please Pete. You gotta help me." I insisted.

"Do I even have a choice?" Pete sighed, and I smiled.

"Athi-who's addicted to gambling, gave this picture to me." I took out my wallet and pulled the said picture. I handed it to Pete, and the latter only frowned for a moment before turning towards the light for a better view.

"This was Khun Korn when he's still young. And, who's the young boy?" Pete said as he scanned the picture once again.

"It's me."

"You!?" Pete's eyes widened and turned to look at me.

"Yes, it's me." I repeated.

"W-what- Don't tell me you're Khun Korn's other son!? So, you and Khun Kinn are- Oh my God! You screwed your own brother!?"Pete exclaimed, overreacting.

"My parents are right behind Khun Korn, you dumbass!" I said.

"Ow. My bad." Pete scratched his head slightly, "And this is Khun Korn." He added.

"That's why I'm asking for your help. I wanna know what connection Khun Korn has with my parents." The picture sparked my interest, but my uncle's words drew me even further in.

"Why don't you ask Khun Kinn?"

"I was thinking about that too. But I dunno if Kinn's already aware of it. Or if he'll even tell me if he is."

"You should be careful, or you'll end up being manipulated by the main clan too, just like what happened to your parents."

The voice of my uncle echoed inside my head, as I tried to reanalyze everything. I don't even know if this was true or a fucking lie. What I just know now is that I can't trust anyone aside from Pete.

"I think you should at least ask Khun Kinn, Porsche." Pete said in a serious tone.

"I already told you, I can't." I said, puffing the last bits of my cigarettes.

"Would you rather hear it from other people than Khun Kinn instead?"

"I'm not even sure about everything anymore, Pete. But if this is really a lie, do you think Kinn would even bother to tell me the truth?" I stared at Pete's eyes, confused.

"Not to offend you or something, but it seems to me that you don't trust Khun Kinn at all." Pete said, and my gaze immediately landed on his serious eyes. Pete's words made me realize it. This may be hard to accept, but I really don't trust Kinn that much on this matter.

Damn this is giving me a headache! I just wanted some answers for Pete's sake!

"Just let that aside first. If you got something, anything, let me know."

"Most of the bodyguards from ten years ago-both main and minor- were either lost or dead. That's all I know."

"Why?" I quickly turned to Pete.

"I really don't know. But don't you remember when Big snitched on the Main family? He ended up..." Pete stopped talking and made a hand gesture across his neck.

"Pete please, you have to help me." I pressed. I could sense danger, and before we even fell into the trap, I had to find out the truth behind all of this.

"Fine. But you have to help me too." Pete said.

"How?" I frowned.

"I want to have a wife and get married. I want to forget everything that happened and just start over." Pete said with a grave look on his face. I don't know if he's serious or not, but I'll just let him do what he wants to help me.

"And where the hell would I get you a wife?"

"That's your job. You help me find a wife for my future and I'll help you gather information from your past. Deal?" Pete held out his hand in front of me.

[T/N: It's like saying, 'You plan my future, I'll fix your past.']

"Really now Pete?" I asked. Quite puzzled on his predetermination to find a wife.

"Come on Porsche. A deal is a deal."

"Fine. But where would I find you a wife?" I casually grabbed Pete's hand and pushed it down after.

"You got more opportunities to mingle with people. You even got a circle of friends. So, work your magic."

"Wha- but all of my friends are men. Would you like to date someone stupid like them?"

I teased Pete, but the bastard immediately burst my bubble.

"No! I'll date women. And women only!" Pete exclaimed before shaking my hand again and going back into the shop.

I sighed. Because instead of getting help, another problem came over to me. It just shows that Pete really wanted to turn a new leaf. He won't be acting all worked up to get a wife if this was just a small matter. What the fuck did you do to him to be this all worked up, Vegas?

I threw my last cigarette butt on the ground and gave it a light press to put out the fire. My feet were telling me to go in now because any later than this, Kinn will think that I already planted my own tobacco tree.

I was on my way in when suddenly a faint shadow appeared from my peripheral vision as if it was picking something up from the ground. I tried to readjust my position to get a better view of the alley, but it was so dimly lit so everything was blurry.

Suddenly my brain came up with a thought...

Was that really a person? Or a cat? Or... a ghost? Damn if it's just a regular person who's trying to spy on us, I'll immediately grab him. But if it's really a ghost... fuck I'll scream like hell!

Clack!

"Holy fuc-!"

"What the hell are you still doing there Porsche? Let's go in now." Pete said and immediately pulled my arm to go inside with him.

"You didn't wait for me, you fucking bastard!" I yelled at Pete as soon as we went in.

"Well, I thought you still wanted to think about your life decisions, so I didn't bother you!"

Pete and I were still arguing until we arrived at the table. And then the screaming sound of the ding dong bastard made me completely forget about the shadow behind the pillar.

"Hey, Pete and Porsche! This song is for both of you!" Thankhun cheered.

Damn, I still got a long way to go.

"Porsche! Been a long time!" Tem immediately runs towards us to greet me, along with Jom and some other unfamiliar faces.

"We just got here." I replied shortly.

Damn! Have I gone way long that these bastards have already made new friends? I mean we do share the same faculty, but I don't know any of them.

"Hello Pete, and P'Tae." Tem cheerfully said, but when his gaze landed on Tae, his smile faded. As if he saw a ghost.

"You're not with P'Time, P'Tae?" Jom asked, and Tae immediately frowned.

"Do we always need to be together?" Tae said dismissively.

"Oh! N-no! I just asked. I'm just not used to you being alone that's all." Jom replied, a little shaky.

Tae gave Jom a look before turning to me in annoyance, "So where are we gonna eat?"

"Uhmm... I'm with my classmates and after this, we'll go straight back to the club. So, we're just gonna sit on a different table." Tem said and I was about to nod in reply, but Pete's voice intervened.

"Why sit separately? Join us! The more the merrier."The latter said, and I immediately frowned at him. I was about to grab Pete, but the bastard grinned at me, paced towards me, and whispered something in my ear.

"Come on Porsche. Help me with this." Pete murmured, nudging his head towards the pretty girl with an innocent face, smiling sweetly behind Tem.

"But..."

I was about to say no, but on second thought, I'll just let him be. If this will help him feel better, then I'll just go with it. Saves me the trouble of finding someone for him.

"Na, Porsche? Let them sit with us." Whispered the bastard who was wagging his tails on me. Dang do I have a choice?

"Uhm... alright. Let's share a table in that restaurant." I pointed to the Korean resto located at my left. Tae and Ché immediately followed and checked the menu. We took a long table for us to fit in, as the ambiance got filled with loud chats and laughter. On the other hand, Tae and Ché kept on cursing, absolutely trashing Time and Kim.

"Hi. I'm Pete." My bastard of a friend went on the move to the Dao (star) of my group. This shithead really is trying. I'm not one hundred percent aware of what the hell is he up to, but if that's the way he can forget about Vegas, then better let the bastard be.

"I'm Praew." The lady answered, giving Pete a charming smile.

"You guys can order what you want. Porsche's treat," Pete said, before handing the menu to Praew. This bastard really is gonna get me in trouble.

"I'll just go to the restroom for a sec." I got up and made my way to the restroom. Looks like I won't be able to talk to Pete right now 'coz that bastard will definitely be occupied. Fuck! We went out to talk but ended up doing the opposite. Should I ask Arm and Pol instead? But I'm afraid that they can't answer me properly. Damn what a hassle!

As I was unbuttoning my pants and taking care of my personal affairs in the cubicle, my mind couldn't stop thinking about what to do next. Should I just tell Jom the whole thing? Or ask Ché to interrogate Kim? But that little devil is too young, he'll just end up being interrogated himself.

"There you are!"

My pants almost got wet with my piss when Pete suddenly emerged to my side.

"What the fuck! Pete!" I shouted in irritation.

"I think I like Praew." Pete immediately muttered.

W-wait... What!?

"You've just met her!" I snapped in disbelief.

"So what? You don't have to know someone for a long time to say that you love them, right?" The bastard said, before gently shaking my arm.

"Don't have to know for a long time my ass!" I yelled, swatting those filthy hands of his.

"Hehe. Sorry."Pete said while grinning,

"Ah! You promised you'll help me find a wife, then... Help me court Praew, I wanna marry her."

"Wait a damn minute, Pete! Are you insane? You guys just met for less than an hour and you already wanna marry her?"

"You promised me, Porsche. So, you have to help me. And besides, I won't ask for it for free. I'll help you with your investigation too."

I was about to curse at him, but the bastard whistled and walked away. "H-hey! Pete! Hold on! Damn this bastard is desperate. Wait for me!" I zipped my pants up and let out a long sigh. I just wish Praew will treat you right Pete, 'coz if she made you cry... I'll fucking let you drown on your own tears!

I stood in front of the bathroom sink, washing my hands. My mind was filled with thoughts of how to squeeze out the truth from the main family and also how the fuck am I gonna help Pete to court Praew. Well, she's interested in Pete... I guess? She won't entertain him if she's not, right? Fuck it! I'll just ask Tem for help if it doesn't go well on my side. I was preoccupied with thoughts when suddenly the door of the bathroom opened.

Clack!

My eyes immediately looked up at the reflection in the mirror, and when I realized who the person was... my eyes widened in shock.

"Vegas!" I muttered as I felt my blood surge up to my temple. I rolled up my sleeves and the impulse of hitting him right on his face was really tempting.

"Porsche." The bastard muttered my name with a sullen face. And I only raised my

eyebrow at him. I'm on my stance, ready if this bastard lunged towards me.

"Can I talk to you?" He suddenly asked out of topic, but I didn't answer. I only stared at him with hatred as I tried to suppress my raging anger.

Vegas, which was once so sly and confident, has now become shabby.

He then walked towards me, and I was ready to take him on, but I was caught off guard by his query.

"Porsche, can you say no to helping Pete with that woman?" He stated it with the most desperate tone imaginable.

I furrowed my brows in response to his request and the fist that was ready to strike him in the face hung in the air.

"W-what? What the hell do you mean by that!?" I clenched my hand once more and grabbed Vegas by the collar.

"Can you, please, do not help Pete to get that woman?" Vegas begged. And I was completely puzzled. What on earth do you mean by that Vegas? Do you really enjoy seeing my friend suffer!? Don't you have other things to do!? Were you fucking bored or something!!? Or- Wait the fuck up. Do you fucking feel the same as Pete?

"Please... don't help him. I beg you." Vegas' trembling voice took me out of my trance. It was as if his life depended on that single request. I thought he only enjoys seeing Pete suffer, but after the scene today... I guess I was wrong.

"Why the fuck do you have to ask me!?" As I tried to coax the truth out of Vegas, I felt like I was treading on eggshells. I don't know if he's just messing with me, or if he really liked Pete. But...

"Because I love him." Vegas said, and I was stunned.

W-what?

"Porsche, please... I beg you." Vegas reiterated as he stared at me directly in the eye.

"W-wha... I don't fucking understand."

"Please Porsche, I love him. And I can't live without him... please... help me." The bastard begged once more. I could see the shadow of tears seeping out of the reddened rim of his eyes.

"You've gotta be kidding me." I scoffed.

Don't take me as a fool Vegas. I may have trusted you before, but I know how you play now. Who knows if you just wanted to use to recapture Pete and torture him again!

"Believe me, Porsche. I won't cause any harm to him. I just want him back." Vegas bit his lip and took a fistful of his hair. He was anxious, uneasy, desperate.

"Enough with the fuckery Vegas! Even if you really do love Pete or not. I won't help you! Now get lost! Before I beat the shit out of you!" I yelled at him, trying my best to suppress my anger.

"You want to hit my face? Go ahead! Hit me as many as you want. Just please, help me..."

"You really are testing my patience Vegas."I gripped my fist tightly and was about to lunge on Vegas, however, the jerk stopped me in my tracks.

"Just promise me that if you hit me. You won't help Pete on that girl."

"Why? Why don't you just leave him alone and let him be happy!?" I shouted.

"I know I hurt him, and I regretted what I did. I just want him beside me... but I still chose to let him escape."

"You let him escape?" I narrowed my eyes at his statement.

"It's a long story." Vegas obviously wanted to dodge the topic.

"I've had enough of this." I replied. Completely done with his shits.

"B-but I promise you. What I'm saying is true. And I can help you find answers too if you want." Vegas said to me that I immediately turned to him.

"What do you mean...help me?" I asked in confusion.

"I heard that you wanted to know something from the main family's past. I can help you."

"What the fuck did you want from me?" I asked sternly this time. Vegas is clearly playing with me.

"Nothing. Just help me with Pete, and I'll do anything to help you too."

"I don't fucking need your help," Annoyed, I turned and was about to leave.

"I heard from Big that you were forced to work as a bodyguard of the main family because your uncle used your house as collateral for his debts."

I immediately turned back to face Vegas,

"But that house is entitled to you. So, you clearly own the place. The thing is, are you aware that when you reach the right age, you won't need any guardian and that property will automatically be yours?" Vegas said seriously.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think after all the years that the Main family stayed in this business, are you sure they are not aware of that fact?" His face, which looked sullen earlier, suddenly turned back to his old cunning self.

"So, what you mean to say is that... they knew about this all along?" I began to catch up on what Vegas was saying.

"And they still threatened you that they'll take it if you don't work for them, right?" Vegas said, and I only looked at him in reply. I am speechless because he is right.

"You may find it hard to believe. But I can tell you whatever you want to know. If you just agree to help me, Porsche."

"Kinn won't lie to me about that." I glared at Vegas. And he only scoffed in reply.

"I can take you to the old bodyguard that they fired, and still alive if you want. You still wanna know more about that main family's background, right?" Vegas walked past my shoulder to wash his hands. My gaze never left him, as I try to reorganize my thoughts.

Shall I believe him?

"What the fuck do you want!?"

"I've already told you, Porsche. Just help me with Pete. And you'll get your answers."

The bastard took a piece of tissue to wipe off his hands and gave me a cunning look.

"Damn you Vegas!" I whispered.

"You don't need to give me an answer now. But if you changed your mind... just call me."

Vegas patted my shoulder before turning around to walk away.

Damn this is all fucked up!He came to me begging about Pete, then suddenly opening up the topic about the deed of our house. I didn't give it much thought that time because I was too busy trying to pay up my uncle's debts and leave the main house as soon as possible. Then the threats happened, then Kinn, and the rest is history. Until now, I have not thought about the deed of the house.

Fuck! I just wanted answers, but with the mere thought of knowing the trickery that happened at the same time, I think I will lose my shit.

After washing my hands, I took a fistful of water and let it hit my face. Before turning back to the table with my friends. I then sat beside Pete, and the bastard immediately gave me a curious look.

"What took you so long? Come eat." Pete said with his mouth full of rice. I then stared at him in suspicion, as my head got filled with questions, I badly wanted some answers.

"What's wrong, Porsche?" Pete asked me worriedly.

"Nothing."

"Do you wanna go home? Or does your stomach hurts?" Jom butted in.

"Let's just finish this and go back." I shortly replied.

"Huh? But I wanted to see a movie, and everyone already agreed." Pete said, and I squinted my eyes towards him because I know his purpose.

"Then I'll go home. Y'all can stay."

"You have to stay too." Pete gently shook my arm.

"Did you ask for Kinn's permission? That bastard gave me 3 hours at the most." I quoted Kinn and Pete gave up right away, a frown plastered on his face.

"Damn man! I thought you'll help me?" Pete muttered, before turning back to what he was eating.

I didn't give him so much attention because my head was swirling with questions about our house deed. Am I tricked by the main family? I still couldn't believe that Khun Korn could do it to me. And most of all, I don't believe Kinn would keep this information from me. I mean, I should have known it, but since I'm naïve about these things, it's only normal that they tell me. Right?

After dinner, everyone agreed to go home, and the plan of my slick friend Pete, had failed. Tae and Ché sat at the back seat, immediately falling asleep after they ate. Pete was on cloud nine as he blabbered about Praew the whole ride. This may be out of context but, why do I feel that he's just pretending? The first time I saw him, he was all gloomy, and now he suddenly wanted to have a girlfriend. Had he already moved on that fast? Or was he's just trying to distract himself from the fact that he liked Vegas? Does he like Vegas? Or is it just Vegas liking Pete? Ugh, so annoying!

Added to that was the fact that Vegas told me. Did he really let Pete escape? Or Pete ran away by himself? Damn! It's all messed up!

I was busy driving when suddenly Pete exclaimed. "Praew replied to my line!"

Ahh. I did see them exchanging lines a while ago.

"Pete, can I ask you a question?" I said.

"Yeah?" Pete replied with eyes still glued on his phone screen.

"How did you get out of Vegas' house?" I've been meaning to ask him about this, I'm just afraid that he still wouldn't be able to handle it if I did. But now, I think it's time.

Pete suddenly halted his actions, before looking at me straight in the eyes.

"I've been meaning to ask you. I just wanted to know." I added.

"I... ran away." He replied shortly.

"Then what about Vegas' bodyguards? Did they let you out that easily?" I tried to be as casual as possible, but I still glanced periodically at him to check his reactions. The bastard only sighed, took down his phone, and looked outside the car window.

"Do you really want to know?" he added.

"I won't force you if you don't want to." I said with concern. I know that caused him trauma and reopening the topic will only mean he could be triggered and experience the same pain again.

"He let me escape." Pete said shortly.

"But your wrist, didn't he tie you up?" I asked when I got a better look at the bruise marks on Pete's wrist.

"He did. But he removed those for me." Pete said indifferently, and I felt a huge block on my throat, as if I wanted to know more about what happened, but I'm afraid I might dig on something I shouldn't be digging.

"Probably not because you said that it hurts, right?" I said, as I tried to figure out if Vegas' feelings were true. And if making a deal with him will help with my problems.

Pete stared at me before answering, "He took them off because I told him that if he won't let me go, I'll die in there." He said in a trembling voice. Pete then shut his eyes after and slumped his head on the side. I may have caused him to remember about the past, and I really felt sorry for him, but it only reinforces what Vegas has told me. That bastard really does have feelings for Pete. Fuck! why do I have the curiosity of a cat? But if I didn't ask him about it, I wouldn't know if I can trust Vegas even a little bit.

We reached the main gate of the house and I immediately headed for the garage.

"Are you okay?" I asked Pete, who was holding his temples tightly.

"Just a slight headache. Vegas must have imprisoned me for such a long time that a bit of sun and wind turns me off." Pete said jokingly, and I sighed in relief. At least my friend is making some progress.

"You can go back now and rest." I told him.

"Sorry. I couldn't help you today."

"It's fine. It's crowded too, so we can't really talk privately. Maybe next time." I said and Pete nodded.

I wandered around until I reached Pete's room, but when I was about to open the door, Arm immediately greeted me.

"Where's Pete?" I said in query.

"He got a fever from an infected wound on his wrist. I'll probably take him to the hospital after the meeting." Arm said warily lifting a damp towel and a bowl of water; probably those he used on Pete.

"Then, I'll leave him to you first Porsche." Arm said, and I nodded in reply.

I abruptly made my way to Pete's bed, and put my hands over his head, "What the hell happened Pete?" He was already warm to touch, probably because Arm tended him already.

"U-uh..." Pete softly moaned. I looked at my friend's face with turbulent thoughts. His eyes were closed and seemed like in the middle of a dream.

How're you handling this, Pete? How can you always view the positive side? I was in the middle of my mental trance when Pete suddenly muttered...

"V...Vegas... I'm sorry..."

My brows immediately frowned when I heard the bastard's name.

"W-where... are you... Doctor.....please.. Vegas is..." Pete reiterates, and my head immediately moves closer to Pete's face. Am I really hearing this right? Pete is... sleep talking about Vegas?

It wasn't even surprising that Pete sleep talked about Vegas, but one thing made me realize for sure...

'I'll help you with what you wanted to know about the main family... but you must do the same Porsche. Promise me you'll help me with Pete'

"Vegas... I don't wanna eat spaghetti..."

I need to talk to Vegas no matter what. I took out my phone, dialed the bastard's number, and the other line immediately answered...

"Let's talk."

[Alright.]

Today I made an appointment with Vegas to negotiate his offer, and I'm already running late. And it's because of Kinn's over protectiveness, and Arm-Pete's suspicious scenes.

I don't trust Vegas at all, but I have no choice but to tolerate him now. We set our meeting point here at the university because we are both afraid of getting caught. And besides, Kinn won't let me go that easily if he caught me making my way to the second family's home.

"Hey,"

As soon as my feet touched the ground, Vegas greeted me right away. He stood with its back to the hood of the car, holding a nearly empty cigarette.

"Yea."

I stood quite a distance away from him. Vegas smiled as he always did when he looked at me. Never have I imagined that he'll be two-faced as he is now. I've never been interested in Vegas, that's why I don't pay too much attention to him, but now that he's the key to the truth, I am well aware of him now. He was like a steady water, but if one gets a closer look, those waters were deep, dark. As if he has two personalities overlapping each other. No matter how you look at him, it doesn't feel real.

"You're late." Vegas said playfully. But I was still cautious. Eyeing every movement that he makes.

"What now?" I told him, placing my hands in my pocket.

"Get in the car. I'll take you." Vegas waved his hand towards his car.

"And where are you taking me?" My face must have been so worried that Vegas laughed drily.

"You don't need to be afraid of me."

"Who said that I'm afraid of you?!" You say that like you don't even know me. I'm not afraid of you, I just don't trust you!

"Then hop on, I'll take you to him." Vegas scuffed, before taking his keys and unlocked his car.

"Tell me first where we're going."

"I told you yesterday that I would take you to someone. I let my people find out if he's alive. If you wanna know anything about the main family, he might be able to help."

"Where?" I asked curiously.

"Hmmm..." Vegas picked up the phone and plowed its screen as if to check something.

"It's in the suburbs. Almost across the province as well. We should go now if I were you." Vegas looked at the map with a serious expression on his face.

"Who is it?" I continued to ask.

"An old bodyguard of the main family," Vegas said indifferently, calculating the route.

"So how did you get to know him?"

"I didn't, but I have my people to find him."

"So, what are you looking for?"

"If you ask again, I won't take you. It's really none of my business." Vegas sighed heavily, and suddenly a crazy idea popped into my mind.

"Pete is sick," I said casually. And of course, Vegas turned his head so fast that his neck almost broke. His face was in shock and stunned, as if the sentence I just said now meant Pete is dead.

"What happened to him?" The bastard said in a tone full of concern.

I whistled and rolled my eyes, completely ignoring the bastard. Honestly, I'm just checking his reaction to see if it's going to be as much as yesterday. In case something bad happens, I have something to negotiate with him.

"Porsche! What happened to Pete!?" Vegas's tone got higher, and his gestures got all jittery. From a broad-sly smile, he suddenly turned into an emotional ass. Damn, this jerk has a gift; it's as if turning on and off his character was as simple as turning on and off a light switch.

"Yea yea. Let's go for now." I told Vegas and made my way first to his car. I put a hanky on my nose, just in case he decided to put some chloroform or poison of the sort to dose me off.

Vegas took a deep breath, before following me inside the car. "Tell me, is Pete oka-" the bastard suddenly stopped talking as soon as he saw my gesture. "Does my car stink?" he asked, starting up the engine and took a whiff on his air conditioning.

When I saw that nothing happened to him, I immediately removed my handkerchief.

"I thought you put some chloroform inside your car. I'm just protecting myself." I said to him, and the bastard scuffed.

"You watch too many movies, Porsche. Pete really is your friend." Vegas said, driving his car out of the university.

"What do you mean by that?" I narrowed my eyes towards him.

"You both have the same mindset. And a bit crazy sometimes."

"You're nuts." And I'm fucking way more sane than that bastard!

"Then... What happened to Pete?" Vegas suddenly turned serious again.

"You fucking kidnapped him, and even took him away from the outside world. And you even chained him up to boot! Now his wrist was inflamed, and he was burning with fever." I cursed at Vegas, and his face immediately dropped.

"How was he?" Vegas expressed his deep concern.

"This morning, the bastard went out for a smoke, even if the doctor clearly said he shouldn't. Good thing Arm was there to assist him." I replied curtly.

"Is he alright?"

"Well aside from his fever and inflamed wrist, he's fine."

"I want to take care of him." Vegas took a fistful of his hair and grazed his hands over his face. The bastard's face was all solemn, as if he was trying his best to hold on. I only stared at Vegas' action and let him say what he wanted to say. "I want to take care of him. What am I supposed to do?"

Vegas turned his gaze towards me for a bit, as if he was trying to get my opinion, before bringing it back to the road.

"How would I know? I'm in sports science, not medicine. Idiot."

Vegas can only sigh and suddenly turn quiet in response to my comment. "So, did you fight with Kinn because of the deed?" The bastard suddenly uttered, because he clearly knew he won't be able to get anymore from me if it's about Pete.

"A bit." I shortly replied.

"Huh. I thought you guys would fight to death and break the house." Vegas chuckled. Making the atmosphere lighter than a while ago. It made me a bit comfortable, as we both gradually opened up to each other.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked Vegas.

"You're already asking, aren't you?" Vegas sarcastically replied, but I couldn't care less.

"Why do you hate Kinn so much? And you even started to like me before?"

"Why not?"

"What do you mean why not?" I turned to him.

"You're hot, and good at fighting. I just don't know why the hell you choose Kinn over me when I'm clearly way better than him." Vegas boasted over, eyeing me from head to toe, before gently biting his lip.

"That's disgusting and annoying at the same time." I said to him, giving him a loathing gaze.

"Then let's find out." Vegas suddenly signaled to make a turn to the side and aim to park on the nearby hotel. I laughed at his gesture, before pulling out my phone and directed it to his face.

"What the hell are you doing?" Vegas asked in terror.

"Come on! This is good for Pete to hear!" I turned my screen towards Vegas, and when he saw that I was recording from the very start, his face froze and stepped on the brakes to park.

"Porsche! Why are you doing this?!" Vegas said angrily.

"Because you're fucking stupid." I replied to him, laughing.

"I was joking!" Vegas shook his head in extreme weariness before moving the car away again. "Don't send that to him, Porsche! It was just an old instinct of mine, nothing more!"

He paused. "I didn't even get a chance to explain to him so please, don't let Pete hear that clip." Vegas begged for the last time with his voice and expression both discouraged.

"If you do something stupid again, I'll make sure to send this clip to Pete and I assure you, you won't see him again." I threatened the bastard and put my phone back in my pocket. Vegas was too easy to read whenever it involved Pete.

"Did... he talk about me?" Vegas uttered, in a repenting tone.

"No..." I replied shortly.

"Not even a bit?" Vegas looked at me in anticipation.

"What do you want him to talk about? How had you kidnapped him? And how did you hurt him? Have you already lost your mind, Vegas?" I raised my eyebrow to him.

"He really wanted to forget about me huh...?"

No... maybe. But he's still talking about you whenever he's sick, and people tend to call out the one they love the most when they're at their weakest. I don't want Vegas for Pete, but I don't want my friend to keep lying to himself too.

"Serves you right." I said coldly, staring right out of the car's window.

We both went silent for a while before the bastard spoke again. "Can I ask something, Porsche?"

"You already are." I mimicked his answer a while ago, but Vegas seems not in the mood for jokes now.

"I don't know what might happen to me after this, but please... take care of Pete for me." Vegas said, as if this was the last time, I would see him. It doesn't confuse me though, because Kinn already said that they'll deal with the second clan as soon as possible.

"You watch too many soap operas, Vegas." I teased him.

"I'm serious, Porsche."

"And I am too! Pete's the vice-head of the main family's bodyguards. He's not gullible like anyone else. You should be concerned about yourself instead." I told him in annoyance.

"I know how strong he is, and what he has endured. I'm just worried about him."

"Whatever you say Vegas." I irked.

"And one more thing..."

"You're so demanding."

"Don't let him be with anyone else. You absolutely cannot!" He raised a finger to me, and I gritted.

"Wha- Are you fucking insane or something!? Even if you're already dead, Pete still can't have anyone else?" I said in disbelief.

"Of course!"

"You really have lost it, do you? Wouldn't it be fair if you just let him be happy with someone else when you die!?"

"No. I only want him for me. And you must forbid Pete even if I die!" Vegas pressed, I scuffed in awe.

"I would not! And even if you die or not, that's his choice to make! Not mine, and definitely not yours!" I exclaimed. But right after my sentence, Vegas veered to the side of the road, and suddenly stopped.

"Get out." Vegas said furiously. Eyes were cold, and terrifying.

"Are you crazy!? This is a highway!" I yelled, but Vegas was unfazed, and unlocked the car door.

"If you can't agree with my proposal, then get out of my car!" The bastard said and nudged his head towards the highway.

"Fuck! Our agreement was only with Praew. And I didn't help him with her!" I said in annoyance. This bastard was serious about kicking me outside the car.

"I mean everyone! Pete must not mess with anyone!"

"You're being unfair!" I exclaimed.

"Then get out!" Vegas yelled at me again.

Damn it! You're in luck, this was your own car. 'coz if it doesn't, I already threw you out too.

"Fine! I'll ban as much as I can! Fucking bastard!"

"And if I ever catch Pete messing with someone else, you can bet I'll find a way to get him back." Vegas said with conviction. Ruthlessly, and inhumanely.

"Damn it!" I cursed, looking outside as Vegas started the car again. I'm really sorry Pete.

"But I'm sure that even then. As long as I was around, he wouldn't be able to have anyone else."

"You're too confident. You're just lucky you got the stakes high."

"Despite the fact that I was terrified and even asked you to forbid Pete, I believe that as long as he doesn't forget about me, I still have a chance."

"Hmm. Setting aside your soiled attitude...You do have a face though." I said, with a hint of enthusiasm.

"Just enough."

"But Pete probably hates you so much..." I scuffed. And his confidence suddenly depleted.

"I know!" He uttered, lowering his head. "But I cannot lie that what happened between us was unforgettable." The bastard slyly said, smirking on the steering wheel.

"What do you mean? You're gonna show off to him? That alone won't impress him." I blurted out of the blue, and Vegas only looked at me in awe.

"Didn't Pete tell you about it?" Vegas said in pique.

"Tell me about what?" The only thing Pete told me was you fucking restrained him. And it's not like a good point to boast, damnass.

"Well, Pete is... a masochist." Vegas scuffed.

"Wh-what? What's that?" I raised an eyebrow to him.

"One who get aroused while being tortured. I already knew that from the first time I laid my eyes on him. But he's not completely aware of it yet." Vegas iterated, and I only stared at him in shock.

"W-wha..."

"And if my calculations were correct, he won't just give up on me."

I was completely silent and bewildered on what Vegas was saying.

"He wasn't feeling it at first, but after we made out countless times, he's starting to."

I gasped on his statement. Just what the hell are you guys playing?

"And...?" I don't know why I asked, as if Che's profanity has possessed me.

"He escaped because he misunderstood, not because he couldn't accept it himself." Vegas continued blabbing shits, but my brain couldn't keep up. "I just want to explain myself to him, Porsche. Please, help me."

My head hurts so much now. I was contemplating how I would react. I wanna know more about what happened to them, but at the same time my mind can't keep up with the words Vegas was using. I was in the middle of a mind battle when suddenly, my phone rang.

Ringg! Ringg!

I shuffled through my pocket and took out my phone. And when I saw the name of the caller, I immediately glanced at Vegas. His eyes were brimming with anticipation.

"Answer it. And put him on speakers." Vegas told me, and I just followed what the bastard said.

"What's up?" I muttered on the other end of the line. And noticed that Vegas pulled over again on the side. Damn, would this be my final destination?

[Where the fuck did you go? University?]

Pete playfully said, and it sends Vegas immediately on cloud nine. The latter was so out of it that he rested his head on the steering wheel, gazing deeply on my phone.

"Yea. What's up?" I replied shortly, periodically glancing at the love-struck bastard.

[Then you'll be seeing Praew too?]

Pete said cheerfully. Damn this bastard is really gonna get me in trouble. I sat still, glancing at the bastard beside me whose eyes were burning like hell. I didn't dare to answer Pete, because I'm afraid Vegas will throw me out of the car again.

[How is she? ]

Pete's sentence made Vegas look at me with a lot of pressure,

Whoa!!! All right, Porsche If you choose to help a friend from a destination where you might be able to clear your doubts even further, you will be left in the middle of the road. But if you choose to help Vegas, it's like betraying your friends, but...

"Praew already has a boyfriend!" I closed my eyes and said. I choose to clear my mind and then do something good to atone Pete later.

[Huh? But she told me that she was single!]

Pete protested on the other line.

"His boyfriend was brutal, and a boxer too! And he's quite possessive of Praew, so just give it up man!"

I'm really sorry, Praew!

[I am good at fighting too, Porsche! And you're lying to me!]

"I'm not lying Pete! So, stop messing around with her anymore! Bye now!"

I hurriedly cut the line and pressed the end button. Vegas then took a long sigh before giving me a look of disdain. The bastard remained silent throughout the ride. As if he was in such a deep, unpredictable state. I had to pretend that I was sleeping while looking at the road along the way.

Vegas steered the car further away from the map and out of town. It's not far from Bangkok, but the road is lined with grassy forests on either side, and the road is rough. The farther you go, the blockier it becomes.

"Porsche, I'll be right back." Vegas said to me, before he went out of the car.

I was silent the whole drive, and when I snapped out of my trance, we're already in the front of a southern restaurant. Vegas took a while, and I only slumped my head back on the seat.

Minutes passed, and the bastard was back with a cheerful face.

"He's hungry. Isn't he?" I muttered to myself.

Dang I haven't eaten anything all day. But that curry clearly wasn't for me.

"Here." As soon as Vegas came in the car, he put those curries on my lap.

"Not hungry." I was, but damn I'm way confused right now.

"I didn't say that's for you. It's for Pete." Vegas irked.

I held up the bag of curry and looked at about ten bags of rice. "Does he like this that much?"

"A lot. But you can't tell him that I bought it. If he knows it's from me, he'll just throw it away." Vegas said in a slight protest, before maneuvering the car away.

"Ahh. So that's why you're in a hurry. Afraid the shop will close?" I teased him, but Vegas was unfazed.

The translations stopped here, sorry, I don't know why it stops here. If I remember correctly, the remainder of the chapter is about Porsche trying to find out what happened to his parents and what secrets the main family holds.

I recommend reading the KinnPorsche novel to understand what is going on. You can buy the English translation on MEB, but it doesn't have all chapters. There must be English translations of those chapters somewhere, or you can read it in Thai on Tunwalai, buy coins for a few dollars, and use Google Translate to translate from Thai to English. I know many people read the official novel this way :) please support the original author!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

The next chapter has major spoilers for the last chapters of KinnPorsche novel. In a nutshell, the main family and secondary family (in other words, Kinn's family and Vegas' family) have a bloody confrontation, Pete, Porsche and other characters are also there. The big secret revolving around Porsche's parents is revealed. It's a mess.