Kinnporsche

Pocketknife

(Tw: Guns, murder)

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A lady somewhere on the other side of the store suddenly started screaming, she noticed a gun in the hand of one of the men and fell back onto the floor out of shock.

All hell broke loose as the security pulled out their tasers as well and the men pointed their guns at the woman on the floor, another woman that seemed to be her friend as they were the same age jumped in between the two and covered her friend's body with her own.

Kinn and Porsche were still in the back at the store watching the scene happen before their eyes, at this rate there would be a shooting way before Pete and Arm could arrive there.

"Lower your guns!" Screamed a tall man that was also part of the protection. He, out of all of the guards was standing the closest to the French guys and was the only one with a gun out of his team. 

One of the French grabbed one of the women by her hair and dragged her along while slowly walking towards Porsche and Kinn, Amit all of the chaos they had completely forgotten that they were the target.

Porsche out of habit stood in front of Kinn since that was his job while the man was now only a few meters away from them. Everyone in the store went quiet as he pointed his gun at the woman's head. She stopped trying to escape from his hands when she felt the cold metal hit her head and the fear in her was something Porsche would never forget.

Her friend let out a soft scream at the action and stood up but half of the men had their guns pointed at her and she couldn't do anything. 

"Where will you escape this time huh?" The man's voice was deep and cold, "The man you killed wasn't just my boss but my friend as well. I won't show mercy on you this time."

"I wasn't the one who killed him, if you want to attack anyone then it's my cousin, not us." Kinn had moved forward a bit and was now standing beside Porsche who hadn't moved a bit. 

"I didn't mean you, step aside. I just need your bodyguard."

Porsche felt his heart drop as the words repeated themselves in his mind, they came to kill him. Not Kinn. This would be the end. But he wasn't the one who killed him, it was Vegas who killed him. If they had anyone to blame it would be him and Porsche couldn't care less about Vegas getting killed. 

"It wasn't him either." Kinn snarled as the man came even closer.

"But he was there and he was part of the group that ambushed him and that is good enough of a reason for me to shoot him." The man was now only a meter away from them, his gun was still pointed at the poor woman on the floor.

"If you let him live I will give you the real murderer," Kinn replied in an attempt to save his bodyguard.

The man scoffed and Kinn had to physically hold himself from slapping the man in the face. The arrogance in his voice made it hard for him as the memories of the countless other mafia bosses who had looked down on him in the past just because he was still only in training came flooding back.

"I have a better idea," The man smiled and let go of the woman's hair, his gun didn't move however and he put his free hand on another gun that was carefully tied to his belt. "You bring that man to me and I let you live, your friend here is going to die either way." 

Porsche felt Kinn's hand on his shoulder and he got slightly pushed back by him, Kinn was now standing protectively in front of him with his hand on a knife that he had hidden in the pocket of his jacket that Porsche hadn't seen before.

The knife Kinn put in the pocket of his jacket was small so that it would fit but it could still be extremely dangerous when you stab someone in the right spot and due to the endless amount of training he got on request of his father over the human body and its weak points he knew exactly were to stab in case he needed it.