Porsche hums when Kinn says he wants to see him after the meeting. He's engrossed in his report and isn't planning on leaving anyways.
But then, the person beside Porsche curbs a lid giggle.
When Porsche looks at him, he realizes that everyone else is either giggling too, covering their mouths or looking away. There's a joke somewhere and Porsche is missing out.
He hates missing out.
"What is it?" he asks, but Pete shakes his head, signing for Porsche to cut it out. "No, I want to know."
Vegas looks up from his phone, from where he's been asked to sit in a corner and reflect.
"There's a 4,000 words story of rough, bloody, sweaty, table-breaking sex that begins..." he waves his hands at the room. "Exactly like this."
"Excuse me?" Porsche asks, confused.
"Okay, you're done," Pete says, getting up and dragging Vegas out of the room.
"Oh?" Vegas says, feigning shock, as he goes. "Are we not supposed to talk about it polite conversation?"
"What is he talking about?" Porsche asks Kinn.
Kinn just shrugs and says, "It's Vegas. No one ever understands the bullshit he says."
But even after the room quiets down, even after the meeting is over and his mini-meeting with Kinn is finished, Porsche can't help but feel like he's missing something.
And Porsche hates it.
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The Mansion of Men
FanfictionThe mafia men need a place to blow off steam. And it's not the kind of place you might imagine. It's not a bar. It's not a brothel. It's not a gym. It's a website where they get to read anonymous fanfics about their co workers and bosses fucking ea...
