Eventually, Porsche connected the dots. It took a while, but who could blame him? The dots were miles apart, without pattern and of varied sizes.
He'd been looking through the users' forum, one day, where he found a thread about ghost ships. Porsche was excited about everything to do with TheMansionOfMen. It was entertaining, it fueled his sex life AND he learned weird shit every once in a while.
But on that fateful day, he learned about "ghost ships". That was when he stumbled upon a user's suggestion of Kim and Chay. It wasn't the weirdest ship. People shipped family. People shipped age-gaps. But for some reason, Kim and Chay struck a chord.
Because Chay's Wik flashed through Porsche's mind and he looked suspiciously like Kim.
Because Kinn had mentioned that his baby brother was a musician, just like Wik.
Because Chay moved into the mansion for a couple of days, and when they went home, Chay had trashed his Wik alter.
Because Kim, who Porsche had never seen face-to-face, had shown up to the warehouse to beat the shit out of people, just so he could take Chay to safety.
Because Kim kept visiting the minor family mansion because he was " just in the neighborhood".
Because when Porsche went to get Chay at Yok's bar, his little brother was surrounded by dead bodies that he had no idea how they'd died.
Seriously, the dots weren't very connectable but Porsche was connecting them. What were the odds that Chay had two murderous guardian angels who liked to kill people while Chay was unaware?
He didn't know if it was a good or bad thing that Kim was willing to kill for Chay. Porsche didn't want violence near his brother. But Chay couldn't escape the violence anymore. His big brother was literal mafia now.
Maybe it was a good thing that he had Kim. Maybe Porsche ought to get to know Kim to assess what was going on. Maybe, as a big brother, he'd be okay with another little brother under his wing. Besides, Kim was Kinn's baby brother. In a way, Kim was Porsche's responsibility, too.
So, the next time Kim came visiting in the name of "just in the neighborhood" Porsche invited him to join them for dinner.
After all, what harm could a single meal do?
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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...
