Fire on Fire (Kinnporsche)

Fire on Fire - 29 ( Belongs To Whom? )

( Warning: Violence and Blood 🌈🌈🌈🌈💔 )

As soon as he heard Kinn's voice, he felt a current running from head to toe. It doesn't matter how much Kinn loves Porsche when he is angry Porsche know how much scarier he can be. That's why Porsche felt like he lost his ability to move or talk right now. But Vegas on the other hand he saw from the distance when Kinn was walking towards them and yet he purpousfully held Porsche's hand and put his filthy hands on him just to provoke Kinn. But even while doing it he manage to maintain his innocent demeanor in front of Porsche. Vegas only removed the hand on his cheek while Porsche's face turned pale as a pure white paper just knowing that Kinn is hella mad at him right now.

"....Speak of the Devil...how are you Kinn???..."

Vegas only spoke louder enough Kinn to hear the last part of his sentence while Kinn completely ignored Vegas. Kinn's eyes automatically rested on Vegas's and Porsche's hand which still holding. Kinn cleared throat to get Porsche's attention and made him follow his eye gaze. As soon as he realize what he was meant by that look Porsche took his hand out of Vegas's grip without wasting a second.

"...Porsche, what are you doing here? I sent you a message quite some time ago. Go get my dinner from the kitchen and wait in my room...."

Kinn said without trying to hide his anger as Porsche came to his senses and bowed his head and left. Then Kinn turned to Vegas with a cold look.

"....So tell me Vegas what are you doing here??? No one invited you to come this late...."

Kinn said without even trying to be polite. Vegas controlled his emotions and spoke calmly because of the helplessness he felt in front of the fact that Kinn was his leader no matter how much he hated him.

"....I came here to congratulate. I got to know that Jonathan give his deal back to you...."

Vegas said as a moking smile tugged at the corner of Kinn's mouth.

"....Well thanks. But I think you still don't get the whole story. Go find some real informations before beliving low class rumours without root...."

Kinn said in a voice full of sarcasm. Vegas was pissed but said nothing. Because he knew that his silver tongue has no power over Kinn in those kind of topics. Fooling Kinn is something he really hasn't been able to do for so long.

"....Vegas you better go now. And remember. My house is not an somewhere you allowed to come whenever you feel like it without my invitation. Have a good night...."

Without waiting for an answer from Vegas, Kinn turned and walked quickly to his bedroom. Vegas, who had been patiently gritting his teeth to control his anger until he was out of sight, and angrily kicked the cupboard next to him.

"...Kinn laugh all you want. Sooner you will pay. Let's see who laughs then...."

Vegas said in a low voice as hatred burned inside him.

After entering the room, Kinn slammed the door behind him with loud thug. Kinn was piseed of to its maximum level. He stayed there breathing fast for a moment, then walked to the liquor cabinet without even taking glass. He took a bottle of Vodka out and broke the seal then took it to mouth without even delaying to mix the soda. After drinking several gulps of vodka in a row. He gripped the half empty bottle and slammed it against the wall while screaming with anger. As the bottle crumbled and fell at the foot of the wall. Without stopping Kinn started to throw everything near him at wall. He felt that no matter what he did, his anger was not calmed, so he clenched his fists and started hitting the wall. At the same time Porsche entered the room with the food tray. As soon as he lay his eyes on the mess Kinn has made food tray in his hands fall on ground.