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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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Porsche just standing there with the blow dryer on cool drying his cock n balls and crack having a conversation. Only Porsche. Once everything was dry he put ointment on his sex wounds and nodded at himself in the mirror but also caught Kinn's look.

He turned to head for the bedroom giving Kinn a light shove. " Shut up." about the guilt the laughing or both who knows. " I'll talk to Chay, when he's speaking to me again." Porsche was also just a bit hedgy after the whole thing in the cells. He'd seen people running games like that a million times by now. He wasn't sure how he felt about the idea that she was here all this time while he and Chay grew up with no one to count on except Porsche and Uncle when he came home and wasn't passed out at the cassino hotel. How many nights had Porsche held Chay while he cried for mother or father? Too many.

She called him Chara. No one but her ever had called him by that.

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"Glad I'm not the only one getting the silent treatment." However, Porsche shouldn't be getting it at all. He took a seat before their lunch and popped the top on the broth, letting the steam wash over his face. "Going to come here and eat before I take it all or what?" He add his half of the ramen to it and sipped on the broth, waiting for the noodles to warm up.

That was another thing. If Kinn had known... maybe things would have been different. Better different, instead of shit still fucked up different.

"Still tastes like it came from a five star place," he tempted with an eyebrow waggle.

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Chay had grown up with Porsche as the closest thing to a parent that he had. Porsche knew he had no fucking clue what he was doing half the time, he didn't blame Chay when he got moody like this. Which he was pissed off because Porsche hadn't gone back to the house to stay after he was shot but had returned with Kinn.

Then the last week had happened and Kim in his ever graceful tact had told Chay about Porches' refusal to leave the cells. Porsche was a sensitive sure, but Chay was about 50 times more so.

" Nah, you go ahead." Porsche said buttoning up his jeans and pulling a tee shirt over his head. He did snag a bottle of water though and his smokes out of the drawer.

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The whole situation was still a touchy subject. Kinn knew that all too well. He was going to have to make certain that Porsche ate, that was for certain. And then a thought ran across his mind. It was underhanded, that was for certain, but it might just work.

Still sipping on his soup, he sent a message out and waited for the response. It was in the affirmative and feeling smug about his sneaky planning, he cleared the history and finished his meal before going out to join Porsche.

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Porsche was outside on the balcony smoking and seriously considering the purchase of some boxer underwear since his usuals were going to be a smudge not comfortable. he'd been thinking of doing this before this incident anyway.

He was leaning on the rail looking towards the ground cigarette hanging from his lips.

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He joined him out on the balcony, leaning his shoulder up against Porsche's. He was quiet, pulling the cigarettes out of Porsche's pocket, lighting one, then putting the fresh one between Porsche's lips and taking the half done one for himself.

"You doing okay?"

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Porsche turned to look to Kinn. He took a pull from the cigarette " You that concerned that I look like I need an extra half a smoke?" he said letting Kinn lean on his shoulder.

" I'm fine, was just thinking I should have gotten the boxer shorts I was thinking about getting but kept putting off." he rested his head against Kinn's shoulder. " About my mother..." he said " I...just am not so sure all of the parts fit on that story. I could be wrong because I learned early to look at certain signs from people who were not being honest, but I just have this gut punching feeling that I might be right."

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"Your lips have already been around this one," Kinn said, shoring Porsche's lean with his own.

He worked on his own cigarette, breathing the smoke out with his head turned away. He finally asked the question. "What is it you think you're right on?" Part of him was wondering if they were both on the same page about his mother.

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" I think she's bullshitting about not remembering anything. I think she's been here all this fucking time while Chay cried himself to sleep missing her and Pa or because we weren't sure if people were going to come to beat us up. Or where we were getting money for food. How he wanted to drop out of school to save money because I wasn't making enough." his hand lashed out hitting the railing.

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Yeah, that's what he thought, too. He didn't try to soften it with 'she must have had her reasons,' or any other stupid platitude meant for the person witnessing it to feel better about themselves. Kinn reached up and clasped his hand on Porsche's back, rubbing slowly. "I'm sorry you were put through that."

He truly was. That type of survival was nothing like his own. He had nothing for want and generally speaking, having a target on your head and being surrounded by security was different than what Porsche and Chay went through. Kinn knew that difference.

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Whatever reasons she had for that? None were going to be good enough to hide the fact she abandoned him and Chay. And if her story was true? Well, Porsche would feel like an asshole. That gut feeling was strong though.

"Ha. Water under the bridge now I guess. I can't shake the feeling that if Korn hadn't of been taken out like he was, she would have done it herself eventually." he swallowed hard and took another drag from his cigarette, " I feel guilty about it, but I don't want to get close to her until things are sorted. I really don't want Chay to either. I am kind of glad he is mad at me for that reason."

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Korn. There was still a whole host of complicated feelings about that situation and Kinn pushed it all back down. He didn't have time to pick it apart and analyze it. Part of him didn't want to. Right now, he could focus on Porsche and his current issues, offering a small, sad smile. "I understand."

He stayed with Porsche, smoking down to the filter and then tamping it on the railing. With the information-what didn't seem important in the heat of the moment-about her being the daughter of another family that his decimated, he could see now how it came through the family line. Porsche embodied it, whether he was aware of it or not. He could read people, trusted his gut. While it took him a bit to pick up on the rest of the shit, when it clicked, it clicked well. If that family still existed, it was possible that he and Porsche would have been enemies, in another life.

With a small sigh, he leaned in and kissed Porsche's temple. "We'll go when you're ready, okay?"

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It's not like Porsche didn't want to ask Kinn about how he was doing. And he had, but at that time Kinn gave the generic answer for it. Porsche had been afraid to ask since then. Since they were on the topic of parents who were not honest Porsche looked to him.

" Speaking of...how are you doing with what happened to Korn and your Uncle?"

In some ways, Porsche couldn't help but to feel that all of the boys in the family had become puppets in some kind of sick game their parents were getting at. A lot of those answers died with Gun and Korn. Having that in his blood, it really showed when he stopped fooling around and actually took his job seriously. He was after all, the best.

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"I'm not." He was trying the vulnerability thing outside of the bed. Kinn had taken a minute before answering that much. "I'm not doing at all. Probably convinced myself that it's not real. I have too much to do now to think about it."

It was easier in some ways and harder in others. Private life? That was fantastic. Public and business? He'd rather hide behind Chan, to be honest.

Kinn snagged another cigarette and lit up, frowning when the stick trembled.