Ride or Die : a Kimchay Story.

Chapter 13 : Angel

Porchay POV :

''....Shit.''

Porchay had been driving for his life for more than four hours.
He was trying to escape from a damn red Ferrari.
It was impossible to get a single second of rest, and his arms were starting to hurt seriously.

''Bastard !'' cried the furious young pilot.

He was angry...
Angry at this asshole and his own weakness.
His phone on his lap vibrated.
......He fucking guessed who this was right at the first vibration...
Kimhan had to send him a message, just for Chay to get his number again and call him.
What a bad joke.
No more videos hm ?

''I won't do it!'' Porchay indignantly pressed the brake even harder.

But he was clearly losing.
There was nothing legal about this race: moto and cars mixed together, everyone tried to kill the opponent.
This was fucking Ride or Die game.
Now, Chay understood better why P'Phayu and P'Uta seemed so amused by this fucking competition.

''I'm going to die here.'' muttered Porchay, closing his eyes.

...He kissed me... What a sweet memory before dying.

Only one second was enough, the asshole in his red car slammed Porchay against a wall and a sharp pain shook Chay's entire body who let out a cry of pain:

''ARGHHH..''

Fuck !!! Fuck, fuck fuck !!
If he wasn't going to win, he at least refused to die before finding out why that bastard Kim had kissed him.

....Kim had kissed him and now he fucking wanted to know why !...

''It's your fault.'' Chay growled through gritted teeth. ''You did it on purpose to distract me!''

''...Seems like you finally called me, angel.''

Oh...Shit.
Porchay widened his eyes and slowly looked down at his knees.
A call was in progress...Oh no.
Porchay sighed, his breath panting.
Damn, he had lost the race...but also against Kim.

''Fuck off. I didn't do it on purpose, it wasn't my...''

A siren sounded on the race track, and a robotic voice declared:

''VICTORY GOES TO BABE, FROM THE HUNTER X TEAM! THE RACE IS OVER! THANK YOU TO ALL OUR DEAR PARTICIPANTS! LET'S HAVE SOME FUN AGAIN NEXT YEAR, IF YOU ARE STILL ALIVE... OR MAY YOU REST IN PEACE !''

Porchay hit his steering wheel violently.
He was furious.
If that son of a bitch with the red car hadn't pushed him...

''It was useless.''

''...What ?''

For a moment, Porchay had forgotten about Kim.
However, the older one seemed ready to talk today :

''...This guy is Arch. A guy sent by the old man...I have already warned you earlier, but you are always acting like this...This is why I have let it happen.. It's a good lesson right ? Won't you be a good boy now ? Go back to you study and stop your fucking bullshit...''

Chay raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
He simply picked up his phone, hung up, and got out of his car.
Right next to him, the Ferrari was stopped too.

''Ah, sorry, kid. Nothing personal here, only the game.''

This bastard's voice sounded like an insult.
Porchay clenched his fists, at least he could see his team running towards him.
He shouldn't fight...Otherwise he would give Kimhan one more reason to see him.

''Oh was the shock too strong? Are you hurt, baby boy ? Maybe I should take care of you?'' sneered the man.

''Shut the fuck off... you can still kiss my ass.'' hissed Chay.

Shit.
Porchay seriously wanted to punch him in the face.
As Arch slowly approached him, a deep voice stopped him:

''Sir Kim is asking for you.''

Chay turned his head slightly to the right, there was a guy in a suit, with a ponytail and a cigarette in his mouth.
A bodyguard.
He had the same suit as Porsche when he worked for Kinn.

''Kim can go fuck himself...''

''Go tell him yourself.''

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