My Problematic Bodyguard (BOOK 1)

CHAPTER 42: SEARCH OF TRUTH

------Porsche-----
I only sat quietly inside Pete's room until the clock struck twelve. Following the
meeting, Arm went straight to Pete's room and persuaded him to get checked into
the hospital. But Pete protested, assuring me that he was fine and that with just a
few hours of sleep, he'd be back to his old self. We didn't believe him for a second,
so when Arm had the chance, he picked up Pete on his shoulders and stuffed him
inside the car.
After assisting Arm, I went straight to Kinn’s room. I took a quick shower, changed
into my bed clothes and wrapped myself inside the blankets. Arm said that Kinn
stayed to talk to his father after the meeting, and I couldn’t care less because I was
too preoccupied with the thoughts of how to act towards the latter.
Clack…
The sound of the door opening made me hurriedly close my eyes. The steps were
gentle, and I already felt that it was Kinn who was walking towards me.
“Porsche are you asleep?”
Kinn softly said as he gently parted the hair on my forehead.
I moved a little, and Kinn affectionately grazed his fingers along my cheeks and
nose. I slowly opened my eyes, and faced Kinn with half-open ones.
“Dad said you should drink this, it’ll make you feel a whole lot better.”
Kinn said, holding a glass of milk in front of me.
I only stared at the drink in front me, before slowly holding a grip of the glass, and
took a few sips of it. After which, I gave back the glass to Kinn.
“Today was stressful.”
Kinn took the glass and placed it over the side table. He bent down, pulled me into
embrace, and rested his head over my shoulders.
“Yea.”
Was the only thing I muttered.
“Today's meeting about—”
Kinn was about to say to me…
“Hurry up and take a shower.”
But I cut him off, and gently pushed him away from me.
“Don’t you want to know?”
Kinn asked.
“You don’t have to force yourself if you don’t want to Kinn.”
I said without batting an eye.
“I’m not forcing myself. And it’s not like I don’t want to tell you. It’s just that,
the topic was too sensitive, and dangerous. The second family bought a large
amount of illegal goods under the main family’s name. And it took too much
attention. We’ll be battling not just against the second family now, but also the
outside competitors. It’ll be way too dangerous, Porsche.”
Kinn pressed.
“So, you think, I might ruin your plan?”
I scuffed.
“No. But I’m afraid you’d run havoc again. Do you remember the first time?
You got shot, and you were lucky it wasn’t that serious. But I can’t see you like
that again Porsche. You should just stay here with Thankhun. Kim and I can
handle it.”
“W-what…”
“I know you're good, excellentto be exact... But I can’t let you go. You can
blame me for keeping it a secret, hate me and all… But I only do that for you to
be safe, and because…”
Kinn paused, staring deeply into my eyes,
“…I can’t live without you, Porsche.”
Kinn caught my gaze, and our eyes locked with each other. Those gleaming eyes of
his pierced deeply into mine, compelling me to immediately surrender to whatever he
was saying. He strongly wanted me to believe him this time, and as if I were
hypnotized, my gaze never left his. When I felt that I was already slipping from
reality, I hurriedly snapped right out of my trance.
“Go take a shower now!”
I said in a panic, pulled up the covers on my face, and kicked Kinn off the bed.
“Huh. Why are you angry all of a sudden?”
Kinn chuckled.
“Go! You bastard.”
I chased him away for the last time, and the bastard undoubtedly left with a grin
masked on his face.
Damn, this night will be long as fuck.
I laid down on Kinn’s arm and slept beside him. His scent was all over me, and it
usually made me feel comfortable, but this time it was different. I'm at a loss on what
to do. My mind was filled with questions all of which demanded answers.
Dawn came, and both Kinn and I had already done our morning routine. I then
grabbed my keys along with my leather jacket and headed for my motorbike. I was
about to step out of the room but was immediately intercepted by Kinn.
“Where are you going?”
Kinn asked, leaning on the table behind me.
“School. Got some errands to do.”
I replied shortly. Fixing the sleeves of my jacket.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Kinn said with a frown, slowly walking towards me.
“Well, I’m sorry, young master.”
I sarcastically said to him. But fuck! I can’t look him in the eye.
“You’re not going anywhere Porsche.”
Kinn said sternly, crossing his arms towards me.
“I have a club meeting. And I need that for my grades.”
I lied. But I must make it sound real because fuck I’ll be doomed. I then took my
backpack, and stuff my things in there.
“Meeting? Since when did you get interested in meetings?”
Kinn raised his tone as if he already knew I was lying.
“And you usually don’t care about your club, and just study. But you always
end up failing.”
I rolled my eyes towards him.
Do you have to insult me like that!? Damn, this bastard really wants to get real!
“If you’re just here to insult me, go! I don’t need you here. Scram!”
I pushed him away and walked towards the exit door.
“What are you getting upset about? You’re the one who’ll go without my
permission. Shouldn’t I be the one who deserved to be upset?”
Kinn continued blabbing. And whatever I do or touch, he keeps on pulling those
away from me.
“I’ll just be gone for a while for fuck’s sake Kinn!”
I said in irritation.
“Tell me first where you are going. Then let’s see if I’d let you or not.”
Kinn said, resting his hands over his waist.
“Is that really necessary?”
I said in disbelief.
I turned to face Kinn, but the moment I met him, he was frowning tightly. As if he was
like a giant statue in Wat Jaeng, ready to munch on me anytime.
“I’ll be fucking back, Kinn.”
No matter how sharp my tongue is towards him, it’s still no match to his piercing
gaze. As if I’m already defeated without even lifting a finger.
“I know you’re still upset at me for not telling you what you wanna know. But
please don’t be like this. I don’t want you to leave because it’s too dangerous, I
can’t lose–”
Before Kinn could even finish his drama, I already raised my hand to stop him.
"Listen to me, I'm not going anywhere. I'll just be gone for a moment, and I’ll
be right back after. And you don't have to worry about me disappearing
because you’ll always… find me.”
I choked on my last sentence and turned my gaze the other way.
“You’re clever, my love.”
Kinn said in a hoarse tone. Threw himself at me and hugged me tightly.
“And you’re fucking disgusting! Let go!”
I pushed Kinn lightly, and nudged his side,
“I’ll go now.”
I added.
“Why don’t you take the car instead?”
Kinn pulled away and looked at the key in my hand. It was true that driving a Sedan
was way better than a bike, but I just suddenly felt like being my old self again. And
riding my bike has somehow helped that.
“I just missed my boy. And I’m afraid the motor will die because it has been
stocked for too long.”
I said, picking my bag up and bidding my goodbye.
I took my steps towards the exit, but Kinn grabbed my head and gave me a soft kiss
on my forehead.
“Hurry up and come back.”
He said in a raspy tone. I was stunned by his gesture, before recollecting my
thoughts and nodding to him.
I fixed my clothes, bag and made my way out of the room. And when it’s time for me
to open the door, I was taken aback once again.
“What the hell are y’all standing there?”
Kinn’s new bodyguards; Pha, Set, Phai, and Tom stood right in front of Kinn’s room.
Smiling from ear to ear to each other.
“Khun Chan and Khun Pete told us to stand in front of Khun Kinn’s room. And
wait for you two to go out. We’re just following orders.”
Phai replied in a formal tone, beaming with determination.
Damn. Should I leave Kinn in these bastard’s hands?
“You don't have to stand in line in front of the door like this. Go sit on the sofa
over there!”
I exclaimed.
“Ohh. Can we really sit down?”
Set asked in a naïve tone.
“And what do you think the sofa is for? Of course, you bastards can!”
I said in disappointment, leaving Kinn laughing his ass out on my back.
“Yes. Thank you.”
The four of them turned around and sat on the sofa in front of the room.
Before they can even reach their ass on the sofa, Phai jumped up and ask me,
“Where will Khun Porsche go? Would you like me to accompany you?”
I sighed heavily and walked my head down the stairs and headed straight for the
garage.
“Can I really entrust Kinn’s safety to those bastards?”
I sighed for the last time, and my attention suddenly caught Pete heading for the
garden.
“Pete!”
I yelled at him, hoping to ask about his condition.
“Damn it! I’m not a baby anymore! I’m just going out for a smoke. What the
hell’s the matter with you?”
Pete suddenly muttered out of the blue. The bastard seems busy talking with
someone to mind me.
“You’re sick Pete! And having a smoke wasn’t gonna help at all.”
Arm’s voice rang out. Standing furiously on Pete’s back.
What are these bastards doing?
“You’re not my father Arm! And I can do whatever I want! And besides, this
won’t kill me so shut the fuck up alright?” Pete continued to puff his cigarette,
and Arm, on the other hand, kept on pulling it out.
“Do you guys even know how to spell ‘friends’?”
My attention was suddenly caught by the newcomer, who halted the gestures of the
bastards. It was Pol, suddenly popping out on my side, and lightly tapped my
shoulders.
“Friend huh?”
I replied curtly.
“Now, how do you spell it?”
Pol playfully said, but I don’t have time for that.
“F-R-I-E-N-D-S. Damn it, Pol, that was easy!”
I replied shortly ‘coz I really need to go now.
“That’s awesome, but with Arm it’s spelled L-O-V-E-R-S.”
Pol said while laughing.
“Huh? What the fuck is that?”
I asked in irritation.
“Damn you’re dense Porsche.”
Pol told me, as he rested his arms on his hip.
I tried to repeat what Pol said in my mind, and when I realized what he meant, I
turned to him.
“Damn. Arm needs some spelling lessons huh.”
I said, looking back at Pete and Arm’s little drama session.
“Where are you going by the way?”
Pol asked me.
“Mall.”
I replied shortly.
“Can I go with you? I want to stroll too.”
Pol walked over to grab my arm and shook it lightly.
“Damn it Pol! Don’t mess with me.”
I swatted those hands away then made my way to my trusty motorbike.
Today I made an appointment with Vegas to negotiate his offer, and I’m already
running late. And it’s because of Kinn’s overprotectiveness, 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
his 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 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 unlocking 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 got 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,
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 taking 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.
[T/N: FYI Vegas, blame Tanakhun for that, he is the mastermind.]
“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 saner 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 any
more from me if it’s about Pete.
“A bit.”
I shortly replied.
“Huh. I thought you guys would fight to the 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 in 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 at 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 at him.
“One who gets 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.
I'm not sure Vegas is familiar with the bodyguard he's referring to. Or how significant
was he to both the main family and the minor family. He didn't say anything to me,
because every time I tried to strike up a conversation, he'd immediately raise the
topic about Pete.
“This is far the map can go.”
Vegas looked at his phone screen and parked his car in front of a fairly crowded
community.
“So how are we going to find him?”
I asked.
“The idiot said that his name was Khet; former vice-head guard of the main
family.”
“Did he know you?”
“I'm still very young at that time. He probably doesn't remember me.”
“Then…why did he leave the main family?”
"I heard that Jake and P’Chan are trying to kill each other..."
[T/N: We don’t know who the fuck is Jake, so just live with it. 🤣]
“What do you mean?”
“The reign of the main clan is about to end, don’t you know, Porsche?”
---END OF CHAPTER---