Moment of Glory (Kinn x Porsche) (KinnPorsche)

Chapter 1: Like a Hurricane

The red lighting from custom crafted wine bottles recycled as decoration about the bar, a common theme seen throughout the establishment, bounced off of the expanse of liquors in their respective glass bottles when one stood in a certain stance. It felt like entering a new world that was dark, classy, and held the allure of mystique. The selection was nothing to sneeze at – top tier brands. Exclusivity was his brand in life, why would he not enjoy it in his cocktails? Kinn was always colored impressed by them as most bars kept the redundancy of wines and beers; not here, not at the Red Phoenix. This place, his safe haven, had it all. Hennessy, Grey Goose, Don Julio, Johnny Walker (all labels) and the list was endless as were the options.

He released a soft breath from his nostrils as soon as his leather-clad feet shuffled past the door's security towards his destination. The trance-like movement to settle into a stool in front of the bar, one specifically designated as his. A drink already filled with his poison of choice for the night, ice filled halfway just the way he liked it, and a rumble of contentment left him in the form of a sigh as his fingers curled around it easily to inhale it in greedy gulps.

This wasn't his spot wasn't his per say; he just claimed it as his. Hell, he'd buy the entire place up if he could. He tried and got rebuffed instantly by the owner. 'Not for sale. jackass.' A fond memory as he recalled the way a pair of lips sneered at his audacity and Kinn found himself instantaneously smitten with the kitten's bite and let his eyes trace along the lines and seams of tight pants on a plump ass. Each step, a tiny bounce that left him biting his lower lip in an effort to not dip to his knees embarrassingly in front of everyone to beg this devastating creature a chance to worship it as it deserved.

He had his dignity to consider.

Kinn couldn't just dip for a piece of ass that wasn't interested in anything he was throwing down. About to leave with a shrug of his shoulders that night, he noticed something that settled him back down. The tension in the younger man's back as he went about making drinks for those seated at the bar, even after confronting him, was controlled and Kinn was astonished. Most quivered, trembled, and pissed themselves. Not this man. He'd walked away after cursing him out, looked delicious doing it, and now promptly ignored him for a double smack to the face. This was a different class of human that Kinn wanted to explore. A hum as he had waited to catch another patron speaking the hellcat's name and committed it to memory promptly.

That was three months ago, felt longer and too short all at once. He reveled in nostalgia at the memory and instead, settled for this specific spot with a specific view in mind every Friday going forward: namely, Porsche Kittisawat.

Kinn Theerapanyakun, the head of the mafia family Theerapanyakun, one that raked in billions of baht through connections of industries all throughout Asia and expanded overseas occasionally to Europe and the Americas, was the highest of the high. The elitest of the elite. The line of bodyguards that stood stoically against the wall like new wallpaper, armed with standard pistols at their waists left much to his reputation.

He wasn't one to bolster around like a peacock at his identity or flounce around on the dance floor like an idiot to show his wealth. Presence was everything in his business and respect was instilled with fear. An attribute that he instilled on a regular basis around all parts of Thailand that even the utterance of his name left most trembling. Emphasis on most, not all.

The few exceptions often became something or someone of importance to Kinn. His father, his brothers, his friends. Anyone he deemed worthy of the effort to know the other side of him. Far and few in between.

"Kinn. If you're going to be an eyesore, please kindly take your business elsewhere. And finally fuck off."

The sharp intake of breath from a man seated next to him had Kinn smirk. From the corner of his eyes, he observed the quick-step dance to get as far away from the situation as possible. Kinn rolled his tongue in his cheek to resist beaming.