The mafia boss And his Bodyguard [BxB]

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"Who do you think you are! Just who are you to talk so selfishly like that!!!" Suddenly Porsche rose from the couch.

All my subordinates entered and surrounded him until he stopped and looked around; his eyes were terrified before slamming back on to the couch seat. It does not matter how strong he is, but if he had to take on ten of my bodyguards who surrounded him, anyone would naturally be afraid. Because this is my place, he doesn't dare to go on a rampage.

"Porsche, I know people like you don't like being forced. But since you are such a good person, I just wanted to get along this way. " I changed my position as he put his arms down on to his lap. I intend to talk seriously.

"I won't do it." He said stubbornly

"All of you, out."

I sent my subordinates away because after they leave, I will discuss the details of my offer with him and don't want my subordinates to learn of it. After all, they will feel inferior and biased.

"But... Khun Kinn..."

Big protested and I immediately looked back with fierce eyes, not letting him finish.

"Hey... you!! If you do something to hurt Khun Kinn, I will kill you!"

Before he left the room, Big pointed at Porsche's face and told him that. Porsche was getting frustrated, he lifted his leg to kick the couch nearby, chasing after my other subordinates and shouting curses.

"Of course, you and your scambags" He scoffed, making Big look away slightly and shut the door. *He taunts Big's weight.*

"Hey, I like your courage."
I said while shaking my head.

"I'll say it again, I really want you to work for me. Plus, you can say how much salary you want." I thought this easier to accept as Porsche needs money.

"...One million per month, can you pay me?" I saw him say with a smile. He really is something.

"So cute! What do you have to offer, based on the truth of the situation?"

"It is based on reality. You want me so badly, so I think a million a month makes sense. For a footballer, they make up to ten million, So I guess a million is accurate." He changed his sitting position to a more relaxed one, leaning back on the sofa comfortably.

Hmmm, so he thinks it is negotiable now.

"But you're not a footballer... you must be thinking that you will work for me for a month and then redeem your house. After that, you will leave." I realized what he was thinking until he turned around with a slightly surprised face. I was not surprised by the expression he put on. I can read everything. Do not even think of messing with me!

"Then I won't..."

"I wonder, with a paycheck of three hundred and fifty baht a day at your tavern, when are you going to raise enough money to take your house back?... Hmmm, ten years? Forty years?... I can't even count it." I already feel like a winner here.

"I have my own way!"
he spat at me.

"Own way??!" I smirk and phoned my subordinates who were already getting ready in front of the new liquor store where Porsche works.

"Do it!" I ordered someone on the other side of the phone. Hearing that, Porsche looked at me with curiosity.

"What are you doing?"

"Wait and see," I said, standing up, walking to the opposite table and tapping the coffee machine quietly as I glanced at the clock. Inside the room there was complete silence, I just looked at his back with a smile. He was sitting in the same place, but then he looked at his cellphone screen.