I sat on my bed and threw my bag somewhere in the room. Porsche does the same thing before lying on his bed. We are both tired. Many customers came in since it's Saturday.
Porsche and I are both working as baggers in a famous mall in the city. We have the same shift, so we both have the same experience every weekend.
"I'm drained. I wish I would also be one of those customers who shop for everything they want. I envy them. I need money. Where is the money? "I just shook my head at what Porsche said. That's what he always says when he's tired. Sometimes even in his dreams, he asks where there is much money or where he can find a sugar daddy.
Porsche and I both have financial problems. The only difference between him and me is that I have a family to support. Porsche is an orphan, and he is looking for his brother, whom his mother left at the orphanage. He badly wants to reunite with his brother, which is why, just like me, he has another job so that he can save money to hire a detective.
I look at the paper bag, which I placed on the small table beside my bed. Inside it is the coat that Mr. Mafia lends to me. I always bring it when I go at my work. I'm still hoping to see him and get his coat back. Besides, I have yet to thank him. I know they did something terrible with those addicts, but the fact they saved us, they deserve a simple thank you from us or just even from me.
"Pete, let's sell the coat, and then we'll divide the proceeds," Porsche said, giving me a convincing smile.
"Same answer Porsche. No." I grabbed the paper bag and then got my keys in the bag. I walk towards my cabinet, open it, and put the paper bag inside. I locked it, put the keys back in my bag, and then lay down on my small bed.
After what happened to us last week, Porsche kept saying that we should sell the coat since it was impossible for us to meet the Theerapanyakul cousins again. He did some research about it, and he said that it's a limited edition coat. He said we could auction it and sell it for twice its original price. We will then divide the money. As per Porsche, we won't see them again. Besides, not every day can we see the mafia. We just happened to see them at the bar because it is a luxury bar, and primarily those who go there are rich. Tem, who organized the reunion, is rich, which is why the party was held there. And I said no to his suggestion. Whether we see them or not, it's wrong to sell something that isn't ours. Yes, we need money. We badly need it, but we don't need to sell someone's belongings. The world is small. Even if we don't have to meet them again now, we may see them in the future. We could return the coat in the future.
"Don't tell me you want to get involved in their world? Pete, they are mafia. They are dangerous."
"Porsche, stop it. My answer is still no. I will sleep. You do the same. We both have work later. We need to rest." I turn my back to him and close my eyes. I don't have the energy to argue with him anymore. Besides, not selling that coat does not mean I want to get involved in their world. It's a manner that everyone should have. Selling something not yours is not a good act.
-VEGAS-
"What do you need again?" I asked irritatedly as soon as I entered Kinn's office. He asked me to come here at this hour. He should have a good reason for doing it.
"This." He picked up the red folder and gave it to me.
I frowned at him but still grabbed the folder. I sat on the couch opposite his table and looked at the contents.
"You do it," I smirked as I read the information about those young men we met a week ago.
"You told me you are interested in that man who has your coat now. I am also interested in his friend, so..."
"You like his friend? Do you think you can have him?" I got the paper with the information about that young man I am interested in, Pete Saengtham. A cute name, just like him.
"Why don't you ask that question to yourself."
I throw the folder on Kinn's table. "What I mean, your father. Kim already had Chay. Your father does anything to separate them because he is against their relationship—unfortunately, all his plans flop. Kim is one hell protector and fighter when it comes to Chay. Your dad is a homophobic, Kinn. If he knew that you and Kim were on the same boat, he would turn the world upside down to end whatever relationship you had with that boy. You're his heir. I don't think he will allow you to have that kind of relationship with that boy."
"Should I kill him?"
"What?" I was surprised by what Kinn said.
"Killing him means one obstacle down for me to have Porsche. It also means revenge for you. He killed uncle Khan."
"The revenge for my father's death is my responsibility, Kinn. Don't include that in whatever plan you have against your father. But you have my support."
"How can I kill a sly fox?"
"Be a devil." I stand up and leave his office. I went straight to my motor and drove back home. I don't have time to listen to Kinn's nonsense. I want to spend my spare time with Pete.
I went to the restaurant where Pete was working part-time. Someone ushered me to the VIP room I had reserved before I left my house. I also requested that Pete should be the one who serves me.
"Please wait for Pete here, sir. He is already on his way."
"Mm."
From my room, I observe the place. It's not a big restaurant, but the vibe is quite elegant. I hope the food suits my taste. Or else I asked for another meal.
"Good eveni....ng .....sir." Pete's cheerful face slowly turns to shock as soon as our eyes meet.
I smile at him, asking him to come inside the room eventually.
"It's you." He said with a trembling voice while closing the door. His lips are shaking as well as his hand.
"Hey." I stand up and approach him. I grab his hand and squeeze it a little. Is he scared of me?
"Sir?"
I smile when he looks at our hand. I hold his chin and lift his head. I touch his lips with my thumb.
"Relax, Pete. I won't hurt you."
"You ..you know my name?" Tears fall from his eyes. He is scared. No. He seems traumatized. Well, it's given. My stupid cousin just announced our identity loud and clear. Everyone is afraid of what we are, and Pete is not an exemption from it. Only in a fiction story does someone with a strong heart not fear the mafias. Pete's reaction is normal. My presence alone means danger.
"I have my way, kitten. So, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to see you."
He looks straight into my eyes. Fears and confusion are visible on his face. He is still trembling. I lean down. I cross the space between us and kiss his soft lips.
Damn it. Pete's lip is so soft. It feels like it will melt anytime under my lips.
Pete pushed me gently. "Sir?"
He was shocked, confused, and scared. Everything is visible on his face, and he is fucking cute with those rosy cheeks.
"Can you calm down, or I will eat your lips again. I might as well eat you whole. Well, I prefer you to any dish you can offer."
