You Are My Enemy. { Kimchay }

Oh shit.

"Anon !"

Porchay clenched his fists, he now had an office, which he had to share with Kimhan, but the latter was never there since he had become his father's doggie.

Anon, the couple's official bodyguard, freaked out, pursing his lips, staring at the floor.

"Yes...Khun Porchay?"

Porchay would only speak informally when he was very angry. He threw a folder on the floor. And Anon knelt down.

"I am sorry..."

"Sorry? That's enough to get my brother jailed for this document! If my brother have troubles, P'Vegas will have troubles, and if those two fall down, the Duchess herself will be involves by this!"

"I wasn't planning on giving this to Khun Korn but Khun Kimhan asked me to..." Anon whimpered, still on the ground, picking up the document.

"Khun Kimhan can go fuck off and his spy organization as well. He really thought I wasn't going to find out? Lucky P'Tankhun is really talkative. Do you know what I went through to get this damn info? My head still hurts even though it was two weeks ago! I will never drink alcohol in my entire life."

Porchay was like a rabid animal, he got to work quickly, collecting evidence in secret for the Duchess, distracting Korn and Kimhan's attention, plot after plot...problem after problem.

His football competition was not helping matters, and Chay felt a change. He wasn't a carefree kid anymore. He was an angry, hurt man looking for revenge.
No one will stand in his way, not even an old man or his partner.

"Go get that damn peace contract."

"Immediately, Sir."

Korn and Kim had gone out to eat, he had been trying to manipulate the Duchess for her favors for a whole month, but luckily the woman seemed to remain loyal to her commitments.

Kiv, a guard assigned to him by the duchess, arrived discreetly, a handsome man with many tattoos, and green eyes. Damn good-looking, Chay was jealous of this man body...

"Khun Porchay?"

Of all the men the Duchess had given Porchay, he spoke the best Thai. He had naturally become his right-hand man.

"Where are the men ?"

"At the deposit as required with the men of Khun Vegas, fifty remained around the hotel."

Porchay nodded, admiring the rose tattoos on Kiv's neck a bit, couldn't help but think they were cool...He had always wanted a tattoo, just like his brother Porsche.

Anon came back into the room with the contract and handed it to Porchay.

The young man took a deep breath, and he tore his contract in half, placing the pieces on Kim's desk. Then he waved Anon out.

"Kiv?"

"Yes ?"

"Let's go... Anon, you stay here."

Kiv nodded, compared to all the other men here, he was wearing combat training gear, all black, and he was trying not to be noticed by Kimhan's spies.

They went down to the basement and left directly for the North port.

The warehouse was large enough to store the Titanic. The ceiling seemed to rise so high that Porchay's neck hurt. He blinked, and began to stare straight ahead; Vegas was waiting, smoking.

"Yes. If our data is correct, your cargo arrives tomorrow, thank you for your confidence in my transport company."

He hung up his phone and greeted Chay before showing a smaller room behind two containers.

"Chay !"

Porsche smiled at his little brother and he approached him gently. He was in a tshirt and shorts, he even had a little beard, and his tattoo stood out on his tanned skin.

Porchay sat down in a chair, and Porsche handed him a can of soda.

"The Duchess is holding Korn back for us at the restaurant. The client is already leaving. We did it."

"Yes but..what about the package?" asked Porsche.

Vegas looked nervous, peering out of the peaceful town, nervously touching his lighter.

"The Duchess said she will have the package delivered to us by her own way. She doesn't trust Korn, she knows he can block the roads, so I don't know...We just have to wait here, receive the package, and finally we'll have the power to bring down Korn. I have been waiting for this moment... This is now. I will kill him myself..."

"Maybe we're waiting for a boat?" Porchay wondered, he looked at the reflection of the moon on the water with concern. "But Korn has your port monitored too, right?"

"Yeah so I really don't know how she's going to..."

Distinct noises echoed in the empty warehouse. Strong, and steady, functioning by four strokes... The group turned their gaze to Entrance B of the hangar.

"Wow...She really is a genius.." admitted Porsche flabbergasted.

"I never would have thought of that.." Chay confessed, biting his tongue.

Vegas approached first, and he faced a huge horse, as tall as a man, black with a long mane, and his rider. A short woman with brown hair and big green eyes...the same green eyes as Kiv!

The bodyguard to Porchay's right exchanged some words in Russian with the woman. Then he turned to Vegas and translated :

"This is Anya. My little sister came with the Duchess' parcel, passing through the forest rather than the roads or the port..."

Anya nodded, without getting off her mount, she leaned towards her blue satchel, and took out a small golden egg. She handed it to Kiv and Kiv gave the item to Vegas.

Without a word, the woman turned her horse, and they rode off quietly. The sound of hooves echoed a little more in the hangar then nothing.

"What the fuck..." Vegas was quite stunned, but he carefully took the object and left for his office, followed by Porsche.

Porchay inhaled, he was tired, and Kiv stood in front of him, an eyebrow arched.

"...Khun Porchay? Are you okay?"

Chay took a deep breath, he still had so many papers to get everything sent to the Duchess, he had a match to prepare, his relationship with Kimhan was not going well...It was a hell of a mess.

He stood up, and felt bad, his vision blurred, and Porchay tripped over his own feet, he fell forward and bumped into Kiv's muscular chest.

"OUCH...Shia sorry..I am so sorry, I feel dizzy... Are you alright?"

The Russian guard didn't look up, his face was as expressive as a wall, he just helped Porchay up, but their faces were so close for a moment that Chay panicked, and he blushed.

At that moment, someone opened the doors wide, and an army of bodyguards entered the hanger, forming two perfect lines, leaving Khun Korn and Kimhan inside.

"Oh shit..."