Porsche
The next day, dressed in my three piece gray, vintage suit, I headed for the casino. I had already finished from the headquarters of the Theerapanyakun before making my way down the casino. Kinn made sure three extra bodyguards were with me to ensure I was protected.
Once I stepped in to the casino all eyes fell on me. I didn't want to say Kinn was right but I finally confirmed his observations. The casinos was indeed full of perverts. I almost laughed out loud at the thought.
Kinn had always been respected as the mean mafia, no one dared to make any rude comment or reaction when he was around. He had that powerful rules that everybody followed diligently.
I wondered if they would reciprocate the same respect to me. I like to have fun though. I hated been serious all the time.
I went straight to the manager's office. He was viewing the customers through the CCTV cameras. He stood up as soon as he saw me.
"A'Ling? How is it going?"
The young man's eye lit in surprise, he quickly threw his leg off the table and stood to his feet. "Going fine young master. Good evening."
Porsche watched him clear empty cups of juice, and bags snacks littered on the table.
"Surprised?"
Ling nodded. "Yes, I was expecting to see Kinn."
"Ohho, Kinn have other meetings to attend, so I will be in charge for the month."
"Yes Khun Porsche," the man bowed again.
"Here's the register for the month.
I collected the register.
"Go ahead with work. I will have a few drinks at the bar." I left the office and went to the VIP section, where I would have some privacy and flip through the register.
I had barely sipped my drink when someone walked into my space.
"We meet again," I heard a voice beside me. I looked up. It was Jack. He was dressed in a shimmering shirt, with a few buttons open revealing some mounds of swollen pectorals. His blonde hair laid sleekly loose on his shoulders. I must admit he was a pretty man.
"Jack. What are you doing here?" My face was stern.
"Calm down, Porsche. I just wanted us to continue from where we left off, last time. I was enjoying your company you know..."
Jack uncorked a wine bottle and poured some content in a glass.
I squinted my eyes. "Did you have a hand in Kinn's shooting?"
He paused. He placed the bottle on the table. "Well, I may hate him, I consider him a rival. Why would I want to shoot him? He is good business."
"You tell me."
Jack chuckled. "I see how you actually love the man." he sipped from the cup, glaring intently at me. "I kinda feel jealous..."
"Kinn is my husband. We're married." I retorted.
"Oh please ... You don't have to rub it on my face." Jack frowned. He gulped down the remaining wine a slapped the empty cup on the counter. He glared at me, he eyes droopy and somewhat sexy. "What can I do to win you over Porsche?"
I stood to my feet. "Watch your mouth. Are you drunk?" I breathed.
Jack gasped. He took out a stick of expensive cigarette and a rare silver lighter, from his trouser pocket. He placed the cigarette on his lips while he spoke.
"I know you are all lovey dovey about your marriage with Kinn and all that," he lit the cigarette and puffed smoke into the air. "but do you really know him?"
I squinted my eyes in anger.
"Watch your mouth!" I spat.
Jack puffed more smoke into the air. The nicotine smoke hitting my face.
"You know I was expecting that answer. So I'm not surprised." he dipped his hand in his suit pocket and brought a folded picture. "Maybe this will give you a clue of what I'm talking about."
He extended his hand toward me but I refused to collect the photo. He stepped forward and placed the folded piece on the counter. He looked at me and smiled. "Have fun pretty boy."
I watched him walk out. I suddenly lost all appetite.
I turned to leave. But stopped in my tracks. It was tempting I wouldn't lie. Whose photo was it?
My father?
Thinking about what Khun Korn said suddenly made me changed my mind. I walked to the counter and snatched the picture. Opening it, the crumbled face of my father came to view. I staggered backwards. I turned the back, there was a date or was it an address written behind it.
I didn't wait to confirm. I ran out of the building, my eyes searched the area for Jack, he wasn't anywhere near the casino.
"Young Master, what is the problem?" it was Arm running behind me. "Did anybody harrass you?" He asked, almost pulling out his gun
"No. I'm fine," I replied.
I lied. I exhaled air, almost fuming with anger. Deep down I wasn't fine.
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Kinn
I spent my day at the shooting arena with my best friends Tay and Time. They came visiting when I informed them of my gunshot wound. The news about my wound was circulated discreetly because the people who carried out the attack were yet to be identified.
Sources said they were not Jack's men. The bullet imprints found in my body was taken to a lab to trace where it was purchased.
I aimed at a target, trying hard to focus on the target. I pulled the trigger and missed.
"Enough already," Tey said, taking the gun from me. "You will hurt yourself."
Pains hit my abdomen as the muscles spasmed from too much stress. I rubbed the wound and breathed. "I hate this." I muttered.
"You're not in good shape to aim correctly now. Give it time." Tey chided.
I inhaled and waked to the cushion area to rest. Out of the fifty or so rounds of gunshot I fired at the target about ten hit the bullseye. It was poor. My skills had gone down, since I stopped going out to mafia wars.
I now had my family to protect, and a husband to love. Porsche came first in any decision I had to make. And protecting him was top priority.
"How is Porsche?" Tey asked as soon as we relaxed on the chairs, ready to drink our freshly prepared watermelon juice.
"He's okay. Why do you ask?"
Tey chuckled. "So protective of him. I was just asking for a friend."
"Well, Porsche is married now, you shouldn't ask of him without a good reason," I smirked.
Tey laughed. "haha... What has love done to our friend Time?"
"I told you he was far gone. Porsche bewitched him!" Time chuckled.
We all laughed at the joke. It was a hearty laugh as I needed it to lighten my mood.
"How are you two getting along?" I asked curious about these two. They've been best friends since we were kids. Last time Tey called me, he sounded furious about Time going on dates with other men. I had told Tey to give him space. He was probably in a phase.
Tey quickly showed me his left hand and pointed on a ring on a finger. "Time gave me a ring."
"Really? When is the date then?"
Tey waved his hand. "There is no date yet."
Time held Tey's hand. "Why don't you say it like it happened. I proposed."
Tey flicked his finger at Time's forehead. "No you didn't."
"How did you get the ring if I didn't propose?"
"Because my mom threatened you huh..."
Time recoiled and laughed. "Tey, you didn't have to involve your mom in our relationship..."
I watch the two lovebirds bicker back and forth about their complicated love life. Their relationship was indeed complicated. One sided love can be tough especially if the other person is not understanding. For Tey and Time,
Tey have been understanding and tolerating all of Time excesses. If they had finally reached an agreement to love each other wholly, I think that was a huge step.
I sipped my drink and managed to be distracted for the rest of the evening.