REVENGE GAME

//bitter-sweet eyes//

PORSCHE

When I first saw Kinn two weeks ago, I immediately figured out that he was a troublemaker. His aura reeks of mayhem and indiscipline. When he walked into the garage with his one-of-a-kind luxury ride along with Chan, I understood he was not some everyday guy.

His way of talking, his etiquette, and how he analyses things give him a subtle standard of belonging to the mafia.

And my sturdy idea was confirmed to reality when he visited the shop tonight and got miserably attacked. The flying darts were just a symbol of landing a huge attack. Despite analyzing the fact of how dangerous it could grow, I still chose to follow him for my purposes.

If I had not accompanied him, I don't think he could have made it out alive to his home.

What a pitiable sight!

He was getting thrashed uncontrollably right in front of my eyes and yet I didn't even move a finger. I sat there and watched until I saw him fall completely hopeless about his situation.

What a noob…!!

I had some different expectations from him, by the way!

Stepping in, I had to save him because no matter if he lost this play right here. I am experienced enough to understand that what I want can only be given by one person, and that's him.

Only Kinn can give me what I want. And to get it through him, I will do whatever.

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“What a pain in the ass of a dude you are, just get your ass over there,” I tell him as I watch him rolling himself against the dirt like a stupid puppy. I swear, something goes wrong with my head every time he looks at me like that.

From that, I mean the pleading and innocent eyes. He is too young to be ruined but… not like I care, though!

"I am so brutally hit, can you not see?" He spoke, his voice was tired and rough. I bet he is in a gruesome state right now. While I should not be giving two flying fucks about whatever happens with him. I can't help but listen to him.

"Because you are so weak, no?" I tell him as I watch him gaping his mouth at my words. He blankly stares at my face for a few seconds before breaking his surprised facial into a heartwarming smile.

"Am I?" He asked, innocently. A sheepish grin spreads across his face as he drags his back off the ground and sits straight away, looking perfectly strong and sturdy.

"Cut the crap now, move your ass to the vehicle," I tell him, as he shakes his head in denial. At this point, he is just playing around too much with my impulses.

"Can you help me a little bit?" He asked me in a low and soft tone as he looked up at me. His eyes played a sinless melody as those dark orbs reflected vibrantly under the pious moonlight. He looks so edible, my goodness!

I cleared my throat, distracting myself from the constant thumping of my heart and looked away immediately.

"Didn't I just do it?" I spoke nonchalantly and nudged my feet over the ground slightly. From my peripheral view, I could see him frowning.