The Mansion of Men

Love Each Other

"I've always known I could trust you."

Porsche sat at his desk, minutes after Korn's call ended.

He didn't want the man's trust. He didn't need it. Certainly not when Porsche had plans to extract his pound of flesh. This man had killed his father. This man had imprisoned his mother. This man had manipulated Porsche's entire life and sent him to kill an innocent man. 

He didn't owe Korn anything.

It was hard not to throw his fucking plans in his face, but what was Porsche to do when there were almost a thousand lives at stake? The main and minor family had never been more in sync. Not in decades of existence. With Kinn and Porsche in charge, it was easy to keep people in line. With Vegas keeping his head down, Porsche was able to find and diffuse any unhappy sentiment.

They were strong. They were united.

And a dead leader was just the right type of weight to crush an empire.

"My sons won't understand," Korn had said. "That's why I've come to you."

Porsche had stayed quiet, careful not let his anger flow through his words. Because that was all Korn would ever need. A word uttered too slowly, with too little strain told him more than a million paragraphs would tell a normal person. So Porsche had learned to shut up.

"It's more than fighting. It's more than having physical power. The main and minor families have to..." he'd chuckled. "Not to be corny, Porsche, but they have to love each other. See each other as human."

It wouldn't be easy to just merge both families into one. They operated better apart. Kinn's hands were supposed to be clean because he was the face. But Porsche had learned, with Vegas' help, that the pillars beneath the palace were built with bodies and blood, not sand and cement.

"So..." Porsche said after Korn had gone silent for more than a minute. "What exactly are you asking me to do?"

"Protect the site," Korn had said. "Arm and Pol will need administrative support and I want to make sure that someone keeps them alert. On the job. For as long as possible."

"The porn site," Porsche said, just to be clear. "You want me to babysit the assassins who run a porn site."

"Yes," Korn had said. "I knew you'd understand. I've always known I could trust you."

Porsche scoffed as he lit a cigarette and crossed his legs over his table.

Korn was dying. And his last wish was crazy. Even the devil recognized the power of love. Even someone with a heart as black as Korn's.

After all the horrible things he'd ever done, this was the time for him to want them to love each other. Fucking bastard. A few knocks from death's door, he wanted them to love each other. Over a porn site.

Porsche laughed as he shook his head. Korn really was just a fucking bastard.