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♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫

The song was loud, obnoxiously off key and the songster hadn't stopped for the last two hours. One might wonder just whom the 'artist' of the onslaught of ear torture would be? Porsche. Yes, darling Porsche. Worst. Captive. Ever. He was chained to a cement wall in a basement, shirtless and obviously banged up from fighting. On the floor was a half circle in yellow chalk marking just how far he could reach in those chains. They'd learned the hard way that getting with in striking range of this guy was bad news.

They had him there for three days now. Mean while tales of his betrayal being spread like wild fire. Kinn had been the first that the minor family's Vegas had come to, his face bruised and bloodied. Telling Kinn he had over heard Porsche on the phone with someone, saying that Kinn who was showing more than friendly interest in Porsche had taken the bait and soon he would be able to take down the Thai mafia in one move. it was a lie of course but if they wanted to get their mitts on things Porsche and Kinn needed to be at odds. Kinn distracted by his love interest stabbing him in the back then taking off would give them the time needed to get a plan in motion. That brought Porsche here, to his lovely accommodations of cinder block walls, cold floors and when h annoyed them really good, sprays with the hose of ice water.

♫♫ I'm Henry the eighth, I am Henry the eighth, I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was an Henry (Henry) She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry Henry the eighth, I am Second verse, same as the first ♫♫

" We wouldn't need to get close to just shoot him." One of the guards in the hallway said to the other two standing by with him. " The bastard told me he was a vegetarian and it was against his religion to eat meat." the third man nodded " Then told me that he was on a carnivore diet and would shit all over the place eating vegetables. Why are we keeping this punk alive again?" the first man spoke up again, " Because if this asshole turns up dead, do you know what Vegas will do to us for messing up his plans?" all three groaned in misery as Porsche started all over again with the singing.

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Two of Gun's goons stepped in front of Kinn and Porsche to prevent them from moving forward. "Mister Gun requested not to be disturbed while he was with Chan."

"Gun is not head of this house," Kinn growled. "And if I am not present, then Mister Chan holds authority, not my uncle." He said nothing else and glared at the two, waiting.

Finally they relented and Kinn pushed the door open, catching the last bit of Gun's words. "-have the murder in this room with us, Chan? Oh!" Gun turned, peering at Kinn and Porsche. "I stand corrected. Now we have the murderer and the traitor in the room with us."

Chan was seated behind his desk, stiff backed and face a mask.

Kinn walked in, giving Porsche room to enter as well. "Your choice of words forever amuse me, Gun. Considering the line of business we're all in, who hasn't killed in this room?"

"I know three people who haven't killed their parents are in this room," Gun replied smoothly. "And those can all be proven truthful."

Oh...shit.

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Porsche followed Kinn's lead, that's what he did most of the time in the house. Gun's goons actually thought that they could keep Kinn out of any where in the main house. That was cute and Porsche might have said as much if something wasn't very off. Porsche didn't like that Gun was even in the house acting like he had any say on anything. After what he saw.

Porsche was staying close to Kinn, as he normally did in situations where Kinn was speaking. Porsche said nothing just watching Gun. He was not to be trusted not one bit. Then the accusations flew. " Bullshit." Porsche said finally speaking up.

" I seen you there. Either you or your son Vegas. You're the only two I know that wear those ugly Hawaiian shirts. Given the most recent interaction I had with Vegas? I would be wondering just what load of shit you are trying to paint on this house." He wasn't going to stand there and let Gun say that stuff, even if Kinn had shot Korn which he might have, Porsche would go down fighting by his side.

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Gun looked at Porsche coolly, then turned to Kinn. "You're going to let one of your bodyguards talk to the head of the house like that?"

"Do you mean my bodyguard in my house?" Kinn's tone was cool and level. "Porsche is only saying the quiet parts out loud."

"Only because you have no leg to stand on and you know it." Gun shifted his attention back to Kinn. "If you didn't kill him, why would you have disposed of your father's body so quickly?"

Kinn didn't budge. He didn't even swallow.

Gun smiled as if he had him pinned for it already. "Yeah. I would think that if you were experienced enough, you would have thought of that, huh? But you're not. You're a little boy trying to play with the adults, Anakinn. You're not ready for the big game and you," he spoke slower as if he needed to get his point across, "are going to bring this entire business crumbling around your ears. Because if you were going to exonerate yourself? You would have kept the body intact and pin it on your fling over there. Mr Trigger Happy." He smirked at Porsche.

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Porsche really wanted to punch that guy right in his dick. He learned what happens when anyone messed with anyone on that family. Gun was trying to back Kinn into a corner. Kinn needed some breathing room. He knew Chan had been the one who cleaned up that day, if Chan got caught up they were all screwed.

Hail Mary. Porsche closed his eyes for a second, he stepped forward to Chan's desk. " It wasn't Kinn. I know because it was me. Review the cameras in the hallway and office, you'll see the truth." he held out his wrists to be cuffed. It would shut Gun up for a little while, he would be forced to get off Kinn's back for the time being.

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Kinn believed that heart issues ran in the family because his simply stopped when he heard Porsche. He didn't move, though his eyes shifted to Chan.

"Might as well do them both," Gun breathed in amusement. "Because I know you wrote that letter and had that fuckwit sign it. You left. You two had time to plan this whole thing out, figure out how to kill my brother--" A fake pause, a tremble to his voice. "And you came back and did it. And you covered it up." He took a step closer to Kinn, tilting his head. "Which leads me to believe that fuckwit fucked you and it was soooo good, you switched sides. What a way for the Italians to get a hold of this place."

Kinn slowly turned his head, his stare dead at Gun's. "Where's the video evidence?" His words were cold. "Words are pretty things until they're not." As soon as Gun got closer to him, he had his pistol aiming at his uncle under his coat. Hidden in the way his arms were crossed over his chest, but it was there, waiting, Finger on the guard and ready to slip into place.

"Chan won't release it."

"Until there is a formal complaint filed through the proper channels, the property of the Main House is not open for public viewership," Chan chimed in, slipping the cuffs around Porsche's wrists. "So it is my professional suggestion that you file, or get out of my office, Gun, while I go about and do my job." His eyes flit over to Gun, cold and steady. There was a long pause. "If I don't see those petitions in twenty four hours, I'll know you're blowing smoke up our asses."

Then came the longest wait for Gun to move. As time passed, Kinn's finger slowly slid to the trigger. Chan finished cuffing Porsche and was looking to Gun. He wouldn't be moving Porsche until Gun moved. And Gun stood there, waiting. He couldn't hold the silence forever and scoffed. "Children. Fucking children." He started to move to the door to leave, listening.

Chan pulled out another set of cuffs, making certain they made sound. "Kinn." Kinn, in turn, shifted his hands, his gun still in his left but the finger on the guard again and held them out, keeping his back facing Gun as the cuffs were put on him.

Gun chuckled as he left.

Chan waited for a few minutes to ensure that Gun left. It felt like forever before there was a soft tap on the door. He started uncuffing the young men. "There is no video evidence," he said quietly. "The feeds were cut and not by Arm."

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Porsche shut his mouth until Gun left, if he said any more there was a chance Gun would start shooting out of making a show of things and Kinn was right there.

" There is no actual footage. However, the new back up cameras.." he made air quotes. " We have a mole. We know that, so someone is feeding information." he looked to Kinn, then to Chan. " I know I seen one of them. They were right there, I didn't have time to ask what or which one it was." he let a deep breath escape. " Since I know about my mother now... we can make something up about 'someone important' to me being mistreated by Korn. Just feed it to the others and wait. In the mean time I think to sell it I am going to have to go to the holding cells. it can be spun that I acted alone which was found upon review."

Christ he hoped this or something like it worked. They needed to flush out the mole and hopefully with bluffing just right Gun will get frustrated and fuck up. " That will give Kinn time to work with Arm and see if all the cameras were cut or just the ones by his office. People don't just fly into places undetected."

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His first reaction was a gut punch. Kinn didn't NOT want Porsche in the cells. If there was a mole, they could get in, they could do something to the food, he wasnt healed enough to be subjected to that! And all of that was plain on his face as the cuffs were removed from his wrists.

They needed to get this issue solved yesterday.

Porsche remained cuffed, Chan was standing before the pair of them. "Its the best plan we have," he admitted after a minute. "Gun has yet to say anything about Porsche's mother, so its a good chance that he doesn't know. He would say something if he did." Gun wouldn't have kept quiet this long. He didn't have it in him.

Kinn still wanted to protest. It was so close to passing his lips, screaming from his clenched fist. "I need to meet her first and then compile an announcement. It'll show all our cards and we'll have to spin it like we have nothing left to lose." He really didn't have anything left to lose save Porsche. Struggling to swallow the lump in his throat, he looked back to Porsche. "Be careful."

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Porsche was aware of the risk, but it was the best shot they had to end this with as little blood shed as possible. He had wanted to get his mother out of the compound anyway, it couldn't be good for her to remain here. " He would have thrown it in my face to try and get a rise out of me. He was waiting for me to react, probably so he could shoot me since I said I seen him. It just firms that gut suspicion that Kinn had that the minor family had something to do with this."

Porsche could tell Kinn was about two seconds from yelling NO and tossing him over his shoulder and booking it. He was worried. It came through in his voice. Porsche nodded. " Come here and kiss me"

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Chan had the presence to turn around and examine something on his desk while Kinn moved forward, took his face with both hands and kissed him. Kinn's kiss was like he would never be able to do so ever again and yet a promise that he would dig through the fires of hell to find him again. There was just enough sound to know there was tongue involved without it overbearing, Kinn's inhale rough and the exhale pointed with a quiet sound.

They parted for breath and Kinn decided he wasnt done, slanting his mouth in the other direction to start the process again, one hand dropping down to grip Porsche's hip to pull him in, trying to hold on and fucking cursing those cuffs that were still on him.

"Be careful," Kinn repeated in a whisper, his forehead pressed against Porsche's.

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Damn his reactionary body. The kiss, well more what wasn't said with the kiss made Porsche's eyes prickle a bit. He didn't know why this was giving him a punch in the feels but it was. Porsche leaned into the kiss and even hooked his fingers through one of the belt loops in Kinn's pants.

When the kiss broke he said nothing, just looking to Kinn as a tear finally made it's way down his cheek. And if Kinn hadn't have went in for another kiss, Porsche would have.

When Kinn told him to be careful he gave him that cocky smirk. " Careful? You know me." he said rubbing his nose against Kinn's " Don't take your foot off his neck. I love you." and Porsche took another deep breath clearing his throat. " Okay, I need one of you assholes to hit me. We have to make it look good."

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A dry laugh came from him at the mention of Porsche and care. "We're fucked, then," he teased, closing his eyes for a moment. "Love you." Kinn took a step back, swallowed hard, and straightened out his jacket. He couldn't do it. Of all the times he felt like hitting Porsche for being a dumbass, in order to hit him now to complete a look? Couldn't do it.

Instead, he quickly left the room, slamming the door and pointed to the man he knew wasn't a part of Khun's faction and ordered him to follow, keeping the trusted man with Chan and Porsche. He stalked away, making the guard hurry to keep up with him.

Chan let the door slam, giving Porsche a knowing look. Sighing, he patted Porsche's cheek affectionately. "Break his heart, and you'll get more than this." The punch caught Porsche square in the cheek, guaranteeing a bruise and a black eye.

Let the games begin.

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Porsche's fingers slipped free of the belt loop he had been holding Kinn by. It's alright Kinn, Porsche couldn't sock you one either when they were trying to return. He watched Kinn leave, closed his eyes for a second and took a shaky breath.

" If I did that, I am clearly not me and you should shoot me." Then the hit connected " Argh fuck Chan, I said hit me not punch a hole in my skull." he said keeping his voice down and bringing his cuffed hands up to rub his face with the back of his hand. Man, his eye was already watering.

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"That was from me for of all the grief you give me," Chan declared with a tiny spark of amusement in his voice. He then manhandled Porsche by one arm and started to jerk him to the door. "It will do you well to address me as Mister Chan, from now on," he continued with a tone to his voice so that it carried. He noted but didn't react to it as he took the remaining guard with him, giving the man crisp instructions about how to monitor the prisoner while in the cells.

"And wear earplugs. He's a terrible pitch."



Kinn, on the other side of the spectrum, was all righteous anger, dignity, and decorum. "Never doing this again," he hissed with venom under his breath. "Of all the..." He shook his head, letting the non-statement settle into the silence. He was prepping the security for gossip. "I want all of his belongings boxed up. Pete, was it? He was his roommate. Tell him to do it and then contact me when it's done."

"Yes, Mister Kinn."

"And whatever you do," he spun around on the man, looking at him dead in the eye. "You never let someone coerce you into something like this. The things he claimed my father did. Disrespectful to the dead."

The man's head dropped. "Y-Yes, Mister Kinn." Then he paused. "What, what did the prisoner claim Mister Korn do? Er- did."

"I'm not repeating it. It's an insult to family values. Go perform the task I told you to do."

"Yes! Of course, Mister Kinn."

There. The seed was almost planted.

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Porsche fixed Chan with a soured look. " I knew you were looking for a reason." he said lowly, he patted chan's arm. Okay now comes the yanking. Which Porsche put up a show of trying to resist. " Huh? I couldn't hear you over the ringing in my ears was it Mister Prick? That sounds right." in a typical sassy mouthed Porsche fashion.

He looked affronted at the insult to his singing " Fuck you, I sing like an angel. Or.. am I thinking about someone else when I was fucking him." He said with a cocky smirk. Ick that was ugly and he half braced for one of the two to hit him again. " Go on, tell this prick about my mother you bastard!" he could paint on the rage on that front. Kinn was working on that end and he was squawking loud enough that anyone passing would hear him. This was how the game was played.

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That flash of a smile? That was genuine. And then the act continued. Shit, Porsche could throw himself around. No wonder he was good at Taekwondo. He ignored the sass, still working to take Porsche down to the basement.

At the inference to Kinn, Chan snarled a bit, trying to shake Porsche around. "You will address Mister Kinn with respect or the next hit will have you eating dinner through a straw." Chan was calm sounding when he said that. And he purposefully said nothing about the baiting. At least nothing that was going to help out the poor soul that was doomed to listen to it. "There's nothing to say about your mother. It is well documented that she passed with her husband in a car accident 18 years ago. The fact you believe rumors as truth is appalling. You should have been removed from service long ago."

Yep, set the stage, give people enough background to research the story themselves.

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Eh, Porsche knew that Chan loved him. Even when he was rough with him, that was just his way. Hell, since his own father died Chan had been the closest he'd had since. Once they got past the whole God Damn get out of my ass Chan mind set he had at first.

Porsche was cagey, he'd been in a lot of street fights and under ground fights. It was why he didn't get his head knocked off so easily. Porsche kept on with the being a loud shit head as Chan tried to herd him down to the cells. He dug his heels in and looked dead at Chan. " You mean like the respect I was shown being lied to all these years! Fuck you." Eventually Porsche let up enough to let himself be shoved into a cell.

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Chan made certain the door was closed and locked, then straightened out his clothing. "Leave a bucket with him. And keep a wide berth. He likes to throw." He stared at Porsche for another moment and dipped his head ever so slightly before turning and leaving him in there.

Now it was time to dig up all the shit he could find about Gun and what he might have been plotting against Korn and the boys.


Kinn, in the meantime, was waiting for Pete. He told Pete what was going on, really going on, and what the plan was. And eventually, Porsche's things need to come up here under the pretense that Kinn was looking for substantial clues about the betrayal. The rumors would spread faster that way.

Once that had been settled, Kinn started to make his way to see Porsche's mother and determine what would be best to get her in the clear and trap Gun at the same time.

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As soon as Porsche was shoved in the cell he clanged the cuffs against the bars. He caught the nod and blinked his eyes in response. It was all he could do to say thanks for everything.

Even though it was all a rouse Pete was still really nervous about Porsche down in those cells. He was his friend and though he could understand why Porsche had lit this fire cracker, well, he really hoped that things could be sorted. He would pack up Porsche's things that were left in the room and take them down to Kinn. He'd have a shift watching Porsche, he would make sure it was the night shift. Less people around if things went south and he wasn't trusting Porsche to just anyone.

Before he left the room he steeled his face and carried the box out and down to Kinn's rooms knocking on the door. " Mister Kinn, it's Pete."

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Pete thought he was worried? Kinn was beside himself as he paced the floor of his quarters, running over the plan over and over again, trying to make certain that all contingencies were dealt with. Gun was trying to play that long game. He was hedging on Kinn to make a mistake. He didn't like gambling Porsche's life like this.

Tomorrow, he would make the announcement of what his father had done and kept a woman captive for years, in secret, and kept her away from her family in the process. He would see then if Gun had any knowledge of Namphueng's existence.

"Come in." Kinn was still pacing, their plan running circles in his head.

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Reasons why Pete wasn't saying shit about his concern. He wasn't the one in love with Porsche. Pete opened the door, giving a bow before moving to set the box on the side table. " I will be taking tonight's shift watching Porsche, unless you object Mister Kinn."

Mean while down in the cells Porsche had gone into meditation mode. He could hear things better listening with all of his chakras. It was almost time for changing of the guards he figured. He could hear the guard pacing before finally stepping out to use the bathroom. Well, he'd get his dick kicked if he got caught. He could hear foot steps and felt something slide under the side of his ass an envelope before foot steps out and Porsche opened his eyes to look at the envelope. He shifted to see if he could see who had come in but was met with the guard coming back from the bathroom. He turned away from the front of the cell slipping the envelope down the front of his pants.

When things were quieted down again he opened the envelope and read the pages. These pages detailed Kinn having made a lot of power moves in order to get Porsche to work here. It all trailed back to before Kinn had bought the watch back from his uncle.

Porsche felt like he might actually be sick getting up and throwing up into the backet left for him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. His heart was trying to bust into a million shards.

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Pete, Kinn could kiss you. "No. No objections at all," he answered gratefully. He rested his hand on the lid of the box. "Thank you for bringing this." He paused a moment, almost hesitating about what he was going to say. "I still have a bad feeling about this. But I can't think of anything that I could be missing." No, his mind was on the present, not the past in the sense of him and Porsche.

Once Pete was dismissed, he went through the box gently and found two pictures. One of Porsche's family before the accident, and another, more recent one of Porsche and Chay. Taking the two, Kinn made his way to the rooms where Porsche's mother was staying. Everything was sterile except for the flowing paintings and sketches that were in delicate frames. Her back was towards him, hand working on another painting, this time a beach scene.

Kinn cleared his throat, giving her the curtesy to know he was there. All of this felt fucking wrong, but what choice did he have? She stopped the brush stroke and turned towards him. The woman had a pretty face. He saw Porsche in that face. But there was no recognition in her eyes, nothing but a concerned surprise.

He offered a smile. "Hello. We haven't met, before. I'm Kinn."

A flicker of recognition there. Had Korn told her about him? About all three of them? How fucking cruel was that, talking about his family while she had been kept on his own.

"May I... come in and sit with you for a bit? I have some important things to share with you."

There was a long pause. Kinn supposed it was the catatonic state that made everything seem slower. Eventually, Namphueng set the brush down and rested her hand on a nearby chair, her face still a blank slate. Kinn decided to take it as an invitation and moved slowly to sit down.

"Thank you." Kinn offered a small smile. "I'm... sorry, for what's happened. My father died-" his voice caught for a moment. He didn't just fucking die like in a sick bed or an accident. He had been shot! Kinn might have been the one to shoot him! "He didn't tell me any-oh." He hadn't expected her to rest her hand on top of his. There was no comforting squeeze, just the presence there. Her face hadn't changed. She was still looking out at the floor a few feet away from her, the stare blank like a fresh canvas. Suddenly, Kinn had to fight back the tears that threatened to overwhelm his face.

He cleared his throat. "He didn't say anything about you. I'm sorry. And... I don't know if any of this will help but." He pulled out the first picture of the happy, young family. "If it would help your memories. But Pors-Pachara...He always kept you alive in his heart. And he and Porchay are doing the best they can." He passed the second, more recent photo to her lap, covering the first. "They still have the house, and Chay's in school. Porsche became security here a little while back." He cleared his throat. "I love him."

Why the fuck was he saying all of this? Who knew. Kinn looked down at her hand. "I love him and I know that I'm probably the worst thing for him, too. Sometimes, it's hard to recognize what's normal out there, which isn't the same normal in the business." He added something softly and dryly. "But that would be probably something you would know, already."

He swore he felt her hand move like her thumb brushing over the back of his hand. It had to be his imagination. It was something Porsche would do.

"Anyway. He knows about you now. And he should be here before me, but-um-my uncle is trying to take over things, and I can't let him do that. So there's a plan to ferret him out and I don't know if it'll work. But in that plan, we are getting you out of this mess. Whatever medical things are happening to try to help you get your memories, I will still continue. I'll make certain the house is paid in full, your name is on the deed, everything." Kinn had to stop and drop his head for a minute. "You got out, and I'm sorry you were sucked back in. Porsche and I almost got out, too. But that's another story. I'll do what I can to make it right." He thought he saw her turn her head towards him, almost looking at him. Kinn figured that it was his own head playing tricks on him. It's what a person who wasn't in a catatonic state would do, anyway. "Please know, that from here on out, whatever I do is to ensure that you're safe and free from here, and that your sons are, as well. I asked Porsche to marry me. But that was before he knew you were still alive. And if he would rather stay with you, I won't stop him."

He moved to stand up, tugging his jacket again. "I think he would want you to have those photos. And I hope it will help." He bowed, offering her a wai with it. "Thank you, for listening. I have work to do, so I will leave you to your privacy."

As he walked off, he never noted the one tear that had dripped down from her face and onto the hand that partially covered the photo of her sons.

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Oh, Kinn please don't. Pete loves you brother and would hate to have to slap fight you for such an offence. He dipped his head " Of course Mister Kinn." Pete looked to Kinn. " It could just be the feeling of anxiety because there is so much up in the air right now and Porsche has his neck out. I won't let anything happen to Porsche, Mister Kinn."

Once Pete had been dismissed he gave a bow before heading to change guard. Just like any other change on the guards. The first thing that hit Pete was the smell of sick. The guard on duty having done as Chan had warned and kept a distance. Pete couldn't see Porsche who had moved to the farthest corner of the cell. Sitting on the floor he hadn't moved just sitting there. Pete dismissed the guard and went to the cell " Porsche..?" he said looking in the cell. " Buddy, are you okay?" No answer, not even a shuffling of feet. Pete did not like it. Not one bit he picked up his phone calling up stairs. " There is something wrong with Porsche. I am pretty sure he's gotten sick and is not responding. Please advise."

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There was a long moment of silence on the other side of the feed. Finally a voice responded. "Proceed with caution and report back with vital signs."

In the meantime, Kinn was setting up his statement about Namphueng and what happened to his father. It was probably one of the most difficult things he had to write in his life.

Two days ago, my father, Kornwitt Theerapanyakul, was shot in the midst of an altercation and killed by the act. It is alleged that the cause of this murder is my own body guard, Porsche Kittisawasd, of his own accord. While many believe this is due to a power struggle, I have been made aware that my father was not innocent in these machinations.

Almost two decades ago, Korn had accosted a family. For reasons known only to my father, he had taken the mother captive all this time, depriving two orphaned children from their only surviving parent. The woman he had taken is named Namphueng Kittisawasd, my body guard's mother.

The dead are unable to give voice to their motivations in the past and to speculate is to disrespect the dead. It can only be presumed that Porsche acted out of resentment and the desire to free his mother, which is a noble act of itself. In response, this family will return Mrs Kittisawasd to the care of her youngest son and cover any medical costs related to her recovery. This family is deeply sorry for the pain and suffering they have caused the Kittisawasd's, and know that none of the actions of restitution will ever bring back the family they were once before. It is our only wish that they understand that we are deeply sorry for the transgression and will do everything within our power to provide a safe and peaceful life for them for the rest of their days.

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Pete nodded and hung up the phone and looked to the cell. For some reason it just felt wrong. Porsche shouldn't be hostile as this was all part of a plan. " Porsche..? Come on, nothing better of happened to you." Pete said getting the keys for the cell and opening the cell and stepping inside and over to Porsche. " Hey buddy? You okay?" he went to place a hand on his shoulder only to be met with extreme hostility.

Porsches' hand snapped out grabbing Pete's wrist " Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me." he sounded like shit and Pete was a bit surprised. " Okay. Okay What is going on? Talk to me Porsche." came from Pete who had backed up with his hands in the air.

Right now, there was a million things going through his mind. Questions of why, and hope that he was wrong and none of this was true. That it wasn't a big power play to get the upper hand and have a fall guy. that he wasn't an idiot that had walked head long into a trap. Kinn loved him and it was all just...he clenched his eyes shut. " Get out of my way, Pete. I don't want to fight you, but I will." Pete had his gun out and trained on Porsche. " Just stay there." Pete picked up his phone to call back up stairs. " Uh, Sir? Did something change with the plans? He is ready to rip my face off and I am not sure what to do right now."

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"Standby." This time the response came quicker. "Kinn's on his way."

As soon as Kinn was told that Porsche was acting weird, he was bouncing double time down the stairs to the cells. He could smell the sickness and for a heartbeat, he feared Posche had been poisoned. How the fuck did that happen? Then there was Pete guarding the cell door, gun out and Porsche looking like shit.

"Stand down." Kinn had no idea what was going on. Was this part of Porsche's plan to root out Gun and Vegas? It seemed extreme, even for Porsche. He walked closer to the cell, nudging Pete out of the way.

"Porsche? What's going on?" The pretense of this being an act was gone momentarily as Kinn could see clearly that something was eating at his fiancée. Had he heard something from the guards? Did one of them slip up?