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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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Kinn listened to Vegas' sob story, feeling sick and pissed and in denial all at the same time. No, Porsche wouldn't do that, would he? Why wouldn't he? It's not like Kinn had done anything out of his way to demonstrate that he trusted him. But right now, his own feelings needed to be off the table and very, very far away from this mess right now. After Vegas' stint during the celebration party after the Italians were busted, he had zero empathy for the prick that was his cousin. And he really hoped that Porsche was the one who gave Vegas two black eyes—served him right.

And there had been a family meeting about it, too. Kim, as always, was not present. Korn was being pragmatic about it all. Every time Kinn led with his heart, he got into trouble. And when Kinn got into trouble, it reflected poorly on the family. Khun's viewpoint was different. Why the ever-loving fuck would Anakinn believe Vegas of all people? If anything, Kinn should be trusting his own security detail over anyone else! They were the ones who would keep Kinn alive, after all. Vegas would sell him out in a heartbeat, and dear ol dad was more in tune with ensuring the image of the family remained untarnished. And yes...Khun actually threw that one out there. There was the tiniest twitch in the corner of Korn's mouth before he responded that in order to keep power and order, at least someone had to mind the image of the family while children tried to get their feet under them.

Kinn knew that there was something else going on and no one was letting him in on it. So at the end of the day, he needed to break the tie in the vote.

Which was why he was leading this mission instead of Big. Kinn was in the front, having a haphazard plan of finding Porsche and rescuing him. He really hoped that this time, there'd be some shred of evidence that the minor family was behind all this but he wouldn't be holding his breath on it. Right now, all that mattered to him was that Porsche was found alive and well.

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Porsche wouldn't do anything like that. Even if there wasn't the tangles of personal feelings involved in it. Personal feelings that he couldn't go all in with. Kinn didn't trust him, there was no way that whatever it was that they had started could go any further than just what it was.

Porsche was continuing his intentionally awful singing. Either these fuckers would decide to finish him off, they would try and hit him and end up with their teeth knocked out like the guy who first crossed into his swinging range, or they'd let him go. He wasn't counting on the last one but a man could hope right?

" What about blow darts? Do you think we have a blow gun some where in the weapons room?" one of the three men said his hand going up to block at least one of his ears. He got a punch in the arm " How the fuck should I know? Orders are not to touch him, so just shut up. Your bitching is making this worse." as a loud howl came from Porsche and he was singing in broken English 'Werewolves of London' his voice showing no signs of weakening at all.

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They found out Porsche was being kept on the outskirts of town in a safehouse that was off the books. So Vegas was keeping even more secrets. Once a plan was hashed out, they quietly swarmed the place in the dead of night, night vision and everything. Kinn was flanked by four, each man splitting off as one of the henchmen were detained. Finally only one man was left at his side. As they faced the door to the basement level, they both heard the grossly off key broken English.

"Jesus, fuck," whispered the guard. "How is he still alive?"

Kinn didn't quite school his smirk. Porsche was a viciously bad singer. So bad that Kinn found it adorable, actually. But there were two guardsmen down below. At least two. He really wished he knew for certain and he wouldn't until they descended the stairs.

He found the targets with their backs towards the stairs. Idiots. If anything, there should have been one at the wall where the stairs started and one at the opposite end so they could watch the stairs and the prisoner. Looking hard at Porsche, he waited for him to actually look up. That obnoxious singing was keeping the wood creaks hidden and he needed that. With his free hand, he motioned for Porsche to keep it up until he and his partner were in position.

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Even if he hadn't caught sight of Kinn over there. His plan was to keep up the singing till the wolves in the mountains came down to join him. Wait... what the fuck was Kinn doing here? Where was Big? Damn it, wasn't he supposed to be the one people were protecting? How could Chan let this happen?

His next tune was the Thai national anthem, loud and screechy. Standing all the sudden from his spot on the floor saluting as a means of respect to his country. The two men at the door looked very confused for a moment before they too were standing at attention with respect for the country.

How high were these goons? He almost wanted to point and laugh at the way they were standing there. If he did that, Kinn was going to be wide open over there. Fucking hell, if the old bastard wasn't so tough Porsche might threaten to punch his lights out for this, hell he still may. No way in hell Kinn should be out here right now.

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Big didn't have a choice in the matter. He was kept home on purpose because Kinn knew the closeness between Big and Chan. It was the only way he could get this operation going.

Semantics.

As the scratchiest anthem was belted out, he kept going towards the two idiots, giving his own man a deadly glare as there was the slightest hesitation. Kinn counted down on his fingers from three. On one, both of the morons were pistol punched on the backs of the necks, knocking them out cold. Kinn managed to grab the collar of his man so he didn't make a sound falling to the floor. His guard wasn't so lucky.

"--The fuck was that?" came from upstairs. Shit.

"Go, go go!" Kinn urged his man back up just as gunfire broke out. Kinn was racing down the stairs, rushing and ready to tackle Porsche but-shit he needed keys. "They have keys?" He was already upending one guy's pockets.

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Porsche was singing at the top of his lungs. Then yelling out " Hey you two pricks up stairs hear me?!?! Show your country respect, assholes!" Hopefully Kinn would get the message that there were two up there he knew about.

The guards getting thwacked happened so fast Porsche let out this almost comical scream as bullets started flying. There was only so much dodging he could do here! Kinn came to he rescu-- not quite. No fucking keys! " Fuck!" he let out " I am the prisoner how am I supposed to know where the keys are?!" Porsche got out, fuck there was more guys up stairs and who knows how many they had called in. Brute strength? Brute strength. As he just went full on ape man trying to pull the chains out of the wall. " Kinn watch your 6 o'clock!" he wanted to grab Kinn by the scruff and throw him behind him but he couldn't reach him, he was pulling against the wall as hard as he could.

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Fuck, there weren't any keys! Okay, he had aim, he could shoot the ch--it was more instinct than actual acknowledgement that Kinn tried to dodge. He thought it was one of the downed men that had gotten up but as Kinn rose and turned, he turned right into the haymaker that smacked him square in the jaw. It was poetic, watching Kinn's head snap in one direction and his body follow belatedly. All in all, he crumpled to the ground.

The target never realized his mistake, walking over to Kinn. Ignoring the screaming and grunting, he lay still, pretended to be out cold. Then as soon as the target walked between Kinn's legs, he snapped to action, entangling the upright man's limbs and jerking violently. In a flash, Kinn was up and shooting at the bastard; he meant to shoot him between the eyes but he got a throat shot instead. Good. Choke on it.

His vision swam, showing two Porsche's screaming at him. He didn't need the distraction right now. Trying to shake off the wave of dizziness, he knew what needed to be done. "Lift your hands up, Porsche, and stand against the wall." If he hadn't been clobbered, he could have shot the chain, no problem. But he was still dizzy with scrambled brains, and Porsche needed to be fucking still. He checked the chamber of his weapon. Two shots left before he needed another magazine. He prepared to aim, squinted, and shook his head a little, staggering in place. "Porsche. Come on. No time."

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Porsche was over there having a full blown cow. Why was Kinn here!?! It was going through his mind as he was yelling and thrashing trying to break the bolts on the wall. He stopped as he heard Kinn, he backed up to make slack in the chains twisting them together to make it larger and easier to break free from the wall. He moved back twisting his foot into the chain to make it tight and up against the wall.

Now he was praying that Kinn could hit the chain and not him. He gave Kinn a nod to let him know he was ready.

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The key to shooting your target successfully, came the words of an older man, is to breathe into your shot and never look directly at the target. Your eyes will always be off by millimeters. Your peripheral vision won't.

Kinn leveled his gaze onto Porsche's face. He could see the chain, see the concern in Porsche's eyes. He inhaled, kept his aim steady, and breathed out the first shot. There was no cry of agony, so he didn't hit Porsche's wrist or hands. Thank fuck. Now it was a wait and see if he made a clean shot or needed to get the chain again.

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He closed his eyes as if breathing with Kinn. " I believe in you, you got this." he said lowly. When that bullet bit through the chain and not his flesh. " Yes!" he said loosening the broken links and getting off the wall and over to him. " Hey, are you okay to walk?" he said his hand on Kinn's arm.

Yeah, he was going to try and deck Chan. Kinn was too pretty to have a busted face, unless Porsche was the one who did it. Okay, so lately he didn't want to punch him as hard as before, he still pissed him off though.

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As soon as Porsche was there, he was claiming a kiss. His jaw screamed in agony and he didn't care. His free hand clung to Porsche's hair before he needed to tear himself away. "Yeah," he panted. Still couldn't see straight, but if he needed to run, he would run. With gunfire still upstairs, he tried to think about how many were left. "Had four with me, three were watching the others upstairs."

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Damn this stupid man. He was going to be the death of him. When Kinn kissed him like he did, it felt like a two ton weight was lifted off his shoulders. It was like water to parched lips and he drank it in. Honestly, he would have loved it to last longer than it had...but.. guns and people shooting. And what the fuck was Kinn doing here?!?!? Okay, so that didn't really matter at this point. The important part was making sure Kinn got out with no more bashes or bangs.

" Okay, so we need to get our guys out. You still are staggering." he said pointing a finger and shaking it lightly. Porsche looked around on the ceiling, had to be some way that was not that door way to get up there. Then he spotted it, and intake vent he could shimmy his way into the ducts that way. Picking up he wooden chair and moving it below the large vent, Porsche hopped up and started to take the vent cover off. " Stay here, if anyone comes down those steps...you know what to do." he said setting the cover down quietly before lifting himself up into the vent.

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"I got hit in the face!" That's why he was staggering. Squinting, he looked at whatever Porsche was looking, not catching on right away. And then he did. "The hell?" No, he was supposed to be rescuing Porsche, not the other way around! But Kinn running around wasn't the best idea and he knew that. Setting his jaw--ooow--, he nodded once and then camped out behind some boxes, ready with his last bullet to do ...something. Anything. If he was lucky, the firefight would end soon.

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He knew Kinn was protesting, he knew he wanted to protest more than what he did. He was wiggling through the duct work. The gun fire was slowing, " Unarmed..shirtless and in a duct. Could have had better execution on this plan, Porsche." he said lowly to himself. The guns were muffling the sounds of him in the vent. He came up at the next intake on the upper level peering out to a room which had one of Vegas' men sprawled and bloodied. Good. Here was a good place.

He brought his hand up and with each gun fire he palmed the vent cover off grabbing it just before it clattered. Once out of the vent he made his way over to the fallen man " Going to barrow this. You don't mind? Nah, You don't mind." picking up the gun and checking the clip. Five bullets. Okay. Game on. And in he went taking the first shot at the back of one of the mens head. " One." His eyes carefully scanning around. There should be one left. Their men were down, the gun fire had gone silent. Just clear the floor and get Kinn the hell out of here. Clear it was, where the other man went he didn't know but it wasn't here. He called down the steps. " We're clear."

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"Yeah, okay." It had been a tense few minutes. It felt like it had been hours, really. And now that the place was clear? He had to climb the steps. All three sets.

Shit. He probably had a concussion at this point. Fight through it, Kinn. All that mattered was that he got Porsche out. Climbing said stairs took longer than he would like and when he was close enough, he felt himself get yanked up the rest of the way. "Where the others," he asked, trying to settle the roiling in his guts. He saw downed bodies but not really anything else. It was harder to focus on Porsche's face at this point, too. For a second, he listed backwards, almost falling down the stairs.

And then a shadow rose up behind Porsche.

"DOWN!" And Kinn's left hand came up, emptying the last bullet out of the magazine and into the shadow's head.

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He sure as hell did meet Kinn on the steps and all but haul his ass up the steps. " Come on, get it together. We're both getting out, you hear me?" and that was when Porsche grabbed Kinn by the collar as he almost went backwards down the steps. Fuck. That hit Kinn took was bad.

And fuckity fuck. He dropped just as Kinn said to get down. As the gun went off and dropped the last guy Porsche looked up to Kinn. " That was the last one. Our team is out." he said standing up. Porsche frowned and took a finger gently lifting Kinn's chin. " What the hell are you even doing here." he said leaning his forehead against Kinn's.

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He couldn't look at Porsche. His vision was swimming dangerously. The touch to his face and forehead didn't do as much as he wanted to stabilize him, either. But Kinn reached up. Touching Porsche's temple, his fingers dragged down his jawline and then rested on the back of his guard's neck.

"I came here to get you out."

He hoped those words were clear and conveyed every bit of relief, fear, and longing he had in his body, because Kinn used his hand to move Porsche out of the way and puke off to the side. Classy. Shit, that guy clipped him just right.

Wiping his mouth, he still kept his eyes closed, blindly offering his empty pistol to Porsche. "Because I didn't trust anyone else to get you out of here in one piece." And Porsche was in one piece. If Kinn had to sacrifice some face and be a puking mess with a concussion, he'd do it again if he needed to.

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Porsche had more than one intention with getting all up in Kinn's face, one he needed to touch him, two he was trying to get a look at Kinn's eyes. Looking to his face, and the lack of Kinn looking to him he was counting a concussion for that hard headed man. He'd been just about to tell him to never do that again when Kinn got sick. Shit. His hand came up rubbing his back.

" Alright, alright." He was so confusing, those words touching a place with in Porsche's chest that no body got to making him just want to kiss the breath right out of the man. Yet, Kinn didn't trust him? Those feelings had t take a back seat right now though, he was worried over Kinn's condition. Tucking the spent pistol into the band of his pants he lifted Kinn's arm over his shoulder and lifted Kinn off his feet.

He wasn't sure if the tired sore body of his hurt more or knowing that Kinn got hurt trying to save his ass. He got over to one of the SUVs opening the passenger side door. He carefully got him into the car and buckled him in, he paused looking to Kinn. It was definitely Kinn getting hurt that hurt more. " Just hang in there." he said getting over to the drivers side. The keys were left in the ignition fortunately and Porsche started the car getting the hell out of there.

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It wasnt exactly he wanted to say. There'd been a vote questioning Kinn's wisdom and heart. Kinn's vote was the tiebreaker and he chose to trust his heart, despite what his father thought. Honestly, it was all messy and complicated and how the fuck could he explain it to Porsche if he couldn't keep it straight in his own head? And the timing. Timing was always a stinking cluster fuck of shit. So he defaulted to his simple, vague answers that did nothing to clarify and everything to confuse.

A gurgling sound came from him as he was upended and immediately his hand went to Porsche's ass to brace himself. Fuck, that was a nice ass. The way the muscle played rhythmically under his fingers had him wriggling those fingers under the fabric. The heel of his palm bracing so his aching head wasnt jostled so much and the spray of fingers against all the warm skin. His middle finger sank into the crease of his ass--whoops~. It was nowhere near anything that Kinn could get himself into trouble with and he was concentrating more on steadying himself during the walk but shit, this was nice.

And then he was upended again, his head pounding and swimming at the same time. "Fuck." It was a small, pathetic whine as the world orientated itself and then he distinctly felt the coolness of Porsche not being there. Kinn kept his eyes closed, hand covering them as he braced himself against the door during the ride. He needed to get it together, quick. There was an image to uphold back at home base.

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Porsche was beginning to think that the more he was around Kinn and the deeper his own feelings got the more he was doomed to swim in the pool of confusion with Kinn. It had always been like that, from the time he took his watch as payment, to the first time his lips touched his own.

Kinn's hand went to his ass and slid under his pants. This guy though. Was he really doing this with his head scrambled? Yes. Yes,he was. A ow groan as Kinn's finger went to the crack of his ass. For a second he looked to Kinn, shit if he wasn't so worried about him this whole escape thing might have a whole different ending.

Hearing Kinn curse he looked over to make sure he is okay. " We're almost there, just hang on." slowing the car enough for him to reach over into Kinn's pocket fishing out his phone and maybe letting his knuckles play a little pocket pool. He called Chan, let him know that Kinn was hurt and needed medical. And also it was his fault for letting Kinn come out here to begin with.

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Kinn grunted softly at the feel of Porsche's hand in his pocket. He could fuck now, right? He wanted to. He wanted to claim Porsche all over again. This man was his and fuck anyone else who said otherwise. For a moment, Kinn's hand clamped over Porsche's in that pocket, offering another rub before his head sounded in denial.

The conversation was one sided as in Kinn only heard Porsche's voice. Knowing Chan, he was demanding to know where the rest of the team was (and...yeah, where the hell was the rest of his fucking team?) And if Porsche hadn't gotten his panties in a twist, he wouldn't have gotten caught so that Kinn had to go out and rescue him. And hes certain that Chan was thinking that Kinn was an idiot for being so invested in one body guard. But a place for Kinn would be set up to figure out the extent of his injuries and how to treat him.

There was a minute of quiet between them, mostly because Kinn was trying not to dry heave. "Did you give Vegas two black eyes?" Why was that important to know? Cause Kinn wanted to know.

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A whole different ending.. even though he was mildly playful, he was still way too worried to even think about taking it further. But fuck, this guy really had a hold on him.

Chan was trying to turn this on him oh fuck no. " You let him do this." rusty old prick. His eyes going to Kinn. He really didn't have time to get into a pissing match with Chan over the phone, he just wanted Kinn to be okay. Porsche was fairly certain that Chan was going to have someone punch him in the face for his mouth if he didn't do it himself. Once he got confirmation that old dick nose was on the medical stuff already Porsche hung up the phone tossing it on the dash in annoyance.

When Kinn spoke up again, Porsche smirked. " Not only that, I broke his front tooth, I'll show you the cut on my knuckle from his teeth when you're head's screwed back together." he said before putting the car in drive and high tailing it the rest of the way.

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Kinn smiled at that response but the corners of his eyes crinkled in pain. "Good. Prick deserved it." Prick was too generous a term for Vegas, too. "Don't trust him, Porsche. Something's going on. Can't pin it down." A coniving snake, his cousin was.

The drive was filled with dizzy spells, but no more vomiting. That was good. And it took far too long. Kinn kept his eyes shut through the ride, breathing pointedly through his nose in slow, measured breaths. When they made it to the pomonade, the noise of men rushing over had him hissing. "Shut the fuck up, idiots!" The whisper-yell sounded more pathetic than commanding. And he wasn't opening any of his eyes because the lights were blinding. Who told them to turn on the spot lights?

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" I know." Porsche said there was more he could say about it but Kinn's getting his face fixed was more important than that. Come to think of it..he turned his head looking to Kinn in the passenger seat, in a lot of pain.. Porsche was thinking that his jaw was probably dislocated in that hit he took. Kinn was quickly becoming one of the most important people to Porsche. Fuck. He'd gone down with out a whimper when it came to Kinn. Was he an idiot or what? Focusing on getting the SUV in he blew out a breath.

When the car came to a stop and people were swarming the car to get to Kinn, Porsche nodded. He was in good hands now. Porsche turned to head back to Pete and his place to wash up and tend to his injuries.

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Not a dislocation but a hairline fracture on that jaw. Nothing that seemed to need to have it wired shut, which was good. However, Kinn wasn't going to be doing any heavy-duty chewing any time soon. As it was, his quarters were kept in the dark and quiet with only medical staff going in every half hour or so for the first day. After that visits were every couple of hours until the medic on staff was confident that Kinn wasn't going to fall into a coma.

Never the less, the whole ordeal was miserable. He was never, ever getting hit in the face again. This fucking sucked. And it was hard to get comfortable to rest. When he refused his third meal, the staff was getting a little worried about him. He needed to eat to get better and so far, anyone asking him to consume something was thrown out.

Pete asked Porsche to try. After all, maybe Kinn just wanted to give out a good punishment before he turned around. It would brighten his spirits! He pushed the tray in Porsche's direction, begging him to at least try it.