Wanted For Love 1 [KinnPorsche]

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Porsche

The person who greeted me as soon the van stopped was none other than Vegas. Looking seductively dressed in a silver shirt and blue trousers, with a dark sunglasses on his eyes. For  a man of average height he stood smashingly hot for a mafia.

Vegas was undoubtedly the man who had hired me to do his dirty job and I wasn't too thrilled to see him. He gave me a warm hug. Apparently Vegas form of communication was through touch.

"You did well Porsche," he whispered in my ear. "Join me for dinner."

I looked behind him to view the skyscraper seven star hotel. He ushered me inside, his butler walked before us and showed us our table.

The waitress served us roast beef, with a chilled expensive white wine.

I was quiet all through, trying to process the mess I just found myself in.

"You have just succeeded in turning Kinn's world upside down. Now he won't know what hit him." Vegas smiled as he chewed his beef.

I held my fork for minutes as I had suddenly lost appetite to eat anything.

Vegas picked his glass and sipped.
"Are you single?"

"Um... I... It's complicated." I muttered.

Vegas nodded as if he agreed with my choice.

"I expected you to call me. Kinn would have forced you to confess. And turn you into his slave."

"I was careful. He has no idea it was you. I think he is suspecting his uncle."

"Good. As I expected."

I stared at the beef on my plate. It looked appetising but o had long lost my appetite.

"I'm getting your payment ready, half will be paid to your account." Vegas picked the table towel and dabbed his lips. "You will get the other half after the second part of the job is done."

"I don't want your money." I heard myself blurt out.

Vegas smirked. "I don't get you. I  hired you for a job."

"Vegas, I can't do this today. I have a sick brother at home," I lied. "Can we talk in a week's time." I pulled the chair back and stood up. "Please."

Shock lined Vegas face. He only stared at me wondering what had gone wrong.

The butler moved to hold me back, but Vegas signaled for him to let me be.

I bowed slightly and ran out of the hotel. I felt suffocated in there. I loosened my tie and headed down the road in the dark, anywhere faraway from these people. Hoping to find a cab that will take me home.

I was drained.

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Kinn

It was the weekend. I didn't feel like leaving the house. The chief cook had complained about how little I ate these days. So I had a hearty breakfast and then I went to the swimming pool at the lounge area to cool off with the rest of the boys.

I wore blue shorts, revealing my toned upper body and arms.

Just by my side I see my brother Kim making a call. He was so engrossed in the call that he was blushing and smiling sheepishly. He didn't even notice my presence or greet me.

I shook my head. Kids...

My elder brother Khun swam from the pool and raised his head at me.

"You finally came out from your hiding,"

"I wasn't hiding, just tired."

Khun shook his head. He leaped out of the pool and moved to sit next to me. His hair was all wet and water dropped down his skin.

I glanced at Kim again.
"What is wrong with Kim? Acting like a fool in love."

Khun chuckled. "For your information Kim is in love. He got himself a boyfriend when you are so busy chasing a spy..."

I twitched my jaw in frustration. Even if Kim was eighteen, I always approved his friends. I will have to ask Kim who his boyfriend was because I didn't want him getting heartbroken or hurt in the process.
But that will be later when I sort my own problems.

"I need to protect myself and our family."

"So you did that by declaring him wanted?"

Hearing this statement hit differently.
"What they hell was I supposed to do, Khun?"

Khun gave me a side eye.
"Aren't you overreacting?"

I smirked. Come on, I am trying my best to find the enemy.
"Overreacting? Are you teasing me or what?"

Khun picked up a bottled water and unscrewed the cork.

"It seems you're letting your emotions get in the way."

I watched Khun gulped down the remaining water. He was a man of very few words. And when he spoke he made sense each time.

He was probably right. My emotions were really getting in the way. I should have made a proper decision and not just any decision. I quickly picked my phone and placed a call to Pete, the head security.

"Cancel the search. Take Porsche off the wanted list. That move will further strengthen our enemy. Just tell Pa I will find Porsche myself."

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