Kinnporsche volume 4, p.1
Kinnporsche, Volume 4, page 1
Table of Contents
Color Gallery
Title Page
Copyrights and Credits
Table of Contents Page
Side Story: Vegas × Pete 5
Side Story: Vegas × Pete 6
Side Story: Vegas × Pete 7
VIP Side Story: VEGAS × PETE 1
Chapter 36: Parting
Side Story: Vegas × Pete 8
Side Story: Vegas × Pete 9
Chapter 37: Topsy-Turvy
Side Story: Vegas × Pete 10
Character & Name Guide
Footnotes
Back Cover
Newsletter
Side Story:
Vegas × Pete 5
PETE
THE MOMENT VEGAS LEFT the room, I tried to break free. No matter how much I wanted to jump out the window, the chains held my wrists in place. I banged my wrists against the wall over and over, but the shackles showed no sign of budging. It was stupid to try, wasn’t it? But I had to test every idea that came to mind.
I had nothing I could use to unlock the cuffs. Anything to pierce it, break it—nothing. I could only come up with stupid methods like struggling to yank my hands free. Which fucking hurt.
Even as day bled into night, I refused to give up. I searched in every nook and cranny of the room—even under the bed and inside the drawers—but found nothing that could help me.
I opened the big wardrobe to search for a hard object I could use to pick the lock, but couldn’t find a single fucking thing. Not to mention that, after searching, I had to fold the bastard’s clothes back into their original arrangement. Damn, why did his wardrobe have to be so fucking tidy? If he came back and noticed that something was off, he’d tie me down to the bed again. Ugh!
“And what the fuck is this?” I muttered quietly to myself as I pulled open a drawer.
“Shit! You pervert!” I cursed. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Damn you and all your ancestors, Vegas! You sick, degenerate fuck!”
I picked through the items in disgust. There was plenty of stuff: ropes, whips, handcuffs, sex toys, and much more. There was so much perverted crap in there that I cringed, goosebumps forming on my skin.
“You sick little freak! Your head’s full of nothing but filth! Fuckin’ sex-crazed pervert!” I tossed the paraphernalia back into the drawer and rubbed my arms in horror. Fucking hell. I didn’t want to be here a moment longer!
Click.
I heard the door unlock. I hurried over to the bed, lay down on my side, and pretended to be asleep, throwing the blanket over myself for the finishing touch.
Not long after that, the door swung open, and the smell of alcohol permeated the room. I could sense Vegas slowly approaching the bed. My heart pounded in my chest—I was terrified. Fuck, just knowing he was nearby sent my pulse through the roof.
Something dropped next to me on the bed with a thud, startling me. I squeezed my eyes shut and frantically prayed in silence. I almost forgot to breathe when I realized Vegas was lying there next to me. But…why was he being so quiet and calm? I let out the breath I was holding in a big huff, then slowly cracked my eyes open and peeked behind me.
Vegas was splayed out on his stomach, looking exhausted. I could make out the faded outlines of red handprints on his face and a few bruises on his lips. They’d probably come from Mr. Kant—he and Vegas had a big fight today.
I lifted myself up from the bed and watched Vegas quietly. His eyes remained closed. From the outside, he seemed like a regular guy. Even though he had a bit of a cunning expression, every time I’d met him in the past, he’d sported a kind and friendly smile. I’d always thought of him as a normal person. Even though I’d heard a bunch of horrible things about him from Mr. Kinn and Mr. Tankhun, I’d never seen him act that way myself, so I never believed them.
But now, I believed them with all my heart. There was much more to this man than met the eye. I’d never imagined he could be like this. It was as if he was suppressing another identity entirely. It was frightening to find out that an incomprehensible evil lurked behind his friendly facade.
His eyes opened, and he shot me a stern glare. “Still awake?” he asked in a slurred voice. I flinched and jumped back against the headrest.
“Huh… Why are you so afraid of me?” he asked, chuckling. He was still on his stomach.
“Imagine if someone was trying to kill you, huh?” I said as I pulled my knees up, hugging them tightly.
“But I haven’t killed you, have I?” he deadpanned.
I averted my eyes. I didn’t want to see his face. The more I looked at him, the more uneasy I became.
“You hate me that bad, huh?” he asked, glaring at me. He clearly had no intention of backing down.
I turned to snarl at him, “Yeah, I do! I fucking hate you!” But all I got in return was a chuckle and a smirk.
“Hah! Of course. It’s always like that. Everybody hates me,” Vegas said. His voice lowering to a murmur, he continued, “Even my dad.”
I looked down, then stared into the distance.
“Do you know? That my dad… Fuck! Do you know how much he hurts me? He’s been kicking the shit out of me my whole life. Even when I was a little kid.”
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. It looked like he was zoning out. His eyes were blank, but I could see the instability and weakness flickering behind his stare.
I bit my lip and said nothing in response. Vegas’s behavior made me so uneasy that I could barely move. I couldn’t figure out what was going through his head.
“Some days, he compares me to Kinn, says I’m good for nothing. Why is he so obsessed with the Major Clan? Hah! What can I do? We’re called the fucking Minor Clan—we’ve been the underdogs from the start! That asshole blames us, but it’s his damn fault for being Agong’s second child!”
I was beginning to connect the dots. All the love the Minor Clan family members showed each other was just a front—Vegas and Macau were nothing more than Mr. Kant’s pawns.
“Hmph! Yeah, Kinn is so good at everything.” Vegas kept spilling his guts. “He’s so fucking lucky. Lucky from the day he was born. He has the privilege of being from the Major Clan—he doesn’t have to suffer in this shitty Minor Clan like I do!”
Vegas didn’t seem to get along with his father at all. He’d probably been slapped around like this many times before. Maybe none of this would have happened if Mr. Kant gave his kids a shred of love and affection.
“I can’t think of a single area where the Minor Clan can surpass the Major Clan. Their sons are all better than me. Be is smarter, and his business has soared to such great heights. Then look at the Minor Clan—we can’t get a single thing right.”
Then he chuckled. “I guess there is one thing: pretending. Right, Pete? You can see how good my father is at showing his love for Macau and me, but that’s all it is—a show. In the eyes of the public, we’re his precious sons. But behind the curtain? We’re just his puppets. If he steers us left, we go left. If he steers us right, we go right. When we can’t do that, he blames it all on us.”
Under normal circumstances, I would have felt sorry for Vegas, but he had no right to use his frustrations with his father as an excuse to hurt other people. He needed to be reasonable. He shouldn’t have behaved like a brat who didn’t get enough attention, putting his emotions above his reasoning—otherwise, he wasn’t much different from his father.
I stayed silent and let Vegas continue.
“Be is always so kind to his sons. Whether it’s Khun, Kinn, or Kim… They can screw up their lives however the hell they want, but Be doesn’t mind. And he wouldn’t trample on their feelings by marrying a new wife. Don’t you agree?” Vegas shifted his gaze toward me expectantly.
“…Mm-hmm.” I hummed my agreement just to get by.
“The Minor Clan fucking sucks! Just me being gay is enough to drive my father crazy! He despises me, acts like I’m a freak! Why? I hate women! All they want is money. They’re gold diggers!”
Everyone had their own reasoning behind their opinions. Vegas was no different—but his opinion was all wrong.
“…But not all of them are, right?” I blurted out my thoughts, then quickly pressed my lips together. I shouldn’t have shared that out loud.
“All the women I’ve seen are like that… They’re repulsive. Shameless,” Vegas continued, emotion tinging his voice.
“…It depends! There are both good and bad people out there—men and women. Your logic is wrong.” I didn’t want to save him from whatever hellhole he was wallowing in, but if he stayed on this train of thought, he’d be stuck on the wrong path for the rest of his life.
“Oh? So are you telling me that I’m wrong for preferring men?”
“No…” I started to speak, but then I shut my mouth, stopping myself from lecturing him further. If he wanted to stay mired in his misery, then so be it. I’d find pleasure in his pain. I wouldn’t let this asshole drag me into his bullshit.
“Hah. I get that it depends on the person. But I hate, hate those bitches. For as long as I can remember, I saw them make my mother cry. Saw it more times than I can count,” Vegas ranted. “I hate them. I fucking hate them. I hate all of them! Hate them like I hate the Major Clan! I hate everyone who turned my life into this mess!”
Hearing that, I couldn’t help but ask, “What did the Major Clan do to you?”
“They framed my mother for crimes she didn’t commit. They drove her to suicide.”
“But…you gotta be reason able. That was your elders’ doings, and it happened a long time ago!” I shot back. Shit, did this guy grow up on mother’s milk or donkey’s milk? Why couldn’t he grasp an easy concept like this?
Well, have fun dwelling on your dark and miserable life, Vegas.
“Hmph… So loyal to the Major Clan, huh?” Vegas scoffed. “Seriously, are you Kinn’s butt buddy or something?”
“Only you could come to such a fucked-up conclusion.” I wanted to kick him in the teeth. Mr. Kinn is a far better man than you think, Vegas.
“Hmph! I’m so jealous of Kinn! He’s fucking better than me at everything! No matter how hard I try, all I can ever be is second best. Always second best! Fitting for the Minor Clan, huh? Think about it. Even Porsche doesn’t love me. I treated him well from the start, but no matter how nice I was, he ended up choosing that fucker Kinn over me!”
Oh, Vegas! What a sore loser. He sounded like a man-child.
“…If you don’t want people to compare you to Mr. Kinn, why do you keep doing it?” I asked.
“Right? Why am I comparing myself to that bastard? Hah!” Vegas laughed. His vacant eyes shifted to focus on me. I gulped nervously. What did this suspicious motherfucker want now?
I watched Vegas in silent paranoia as he slowly lifted himself up off the bed and crept toward me.
“What about you? You’ve compared me to Kinn too.”
I wanted to dodge him, but as I attempted to block his approach with my foot, he trapped me within the bracket of his arms.
“Fuck you, Vegas!” I snarled at him, thrashing around. He was starting to scare me—his eyes were terrifying.
He cackled. “Come to think of it, you’re kinda cute,” he slurred. His breath reeked of alcohol—had he been drinking booze or drowning in it?
“Back off!” I yelled as I pushed him. He fell on his back into the same spot as earlier. When he started to move again, I got up from the bed, tightly holding a pillow against me as a shield in case he tried to do unspeakable things to me again.
However, all I was met with was stillness. Vegas stayed sprawled out on the bed, his face turned away from me. He lay entirely still, not budging a bit. That was strange.
“V-Vegas…” I called his name in dread. “Vegas… V-Vegas?”
I lifted my foot and poked his arm with it, but it elicited no response. “Are you dead? You… Hah! You’d better be!” I snapped, unintentionally raising my voice. Vegas twitched in his stupor. I jolted in surprise, throwing my back against the wall. I didn’t think he’d still be awake! Shhhhhh, Pete! Be quiet! I was scared shitless. Damn it, I’m such a pussy!
“Fuck! Should I just suffocate him with a pillow?” I mused. “No…if I kill him, his henchmen will find out. They’ll catch me red-handed. I’m screwed… Wait, maybe I can do it and blame it on alcohol poisoning.”
I sighed. “I can’t. His dad wouldn’t let me walk away with my life. What do I do? I want to kill you—I want to fucking kill you! But I don’t want to be a murderer!”
I dwelled on it for ages before collapsing back onto the bed. As I looked at Vegas’s prone form in frustration, I realized something: Vegas must have his phone with him. I could use it to contact someone.
I slowly crept toward Vegas, poking at both of his pockets. They were empty. I got out of the bed and went to check his expensive designer bag as quietly as I could. But I still came up with nothing. Hmph! Why do you have to be so careful, huh?! He must have left his phone on his desk, outside this room.
“Son of a bitch!” I cursed in exasperation and sat back down on the bed. “You’re a piece of shit. You affection-starved son of a bitch!” I kicked him off the bed with both of my feet. I couldn’t stand seeing his face.
His body rolled off the bed and fell to the floor with a thud. That was satisfying. I’d take it; I’d take any form of revenge, no matter how petty.
“Oops! I didn’t do anything, you just fell. Serves you right, motherfucker!” I spat. “Ugh, I’m just gonna go to bed.”
With that, I crawled under the blanket and reached over the headboard to switch off the lights. Nice! I’d take this as a victory. I needed to encourage Vegas to drink more often—when he was drunk, I could kick him off the bed. If I kicked him off the bed every night, he might just get a fatal contusion. Heh, and I won’t feel guilty either… Wait, what kind of a stupid plan was this? Had I spent too much time with Mr. Tankhun? I mean, I was scared out of my mind. That was probably why I’d come up with such a stupid plan. I must have been going crazy!
***
I cracked my eyes open the next morning, woken by my aching body. I barely got any damn sleep, but who would under these circumstances?
I’d spent the whole night concocting plans to kill Vegas. I could strangle him with these chains, but I’d still be stuck here. Fuck. It was useless. Even if I managed to take Vegas out, the Minor Clan would kill me. I had to remember my grandma. I had to stay alive for her sake, even if I wanted to finish Vegas once and for all.
“So, you let the big fish swim away?!” I heard a voice shout. “Couldn’t clean up your own mess, and you still have the gall to show up here?!”
Thud! Crash!
The sound of stuff breaking prompted me to sit up on the bed and look out through the frosted glass.
Vegas was on a rampage again. This time, he was scolding two of his men, pointing his finger at them as they stood there with their heads hung low.
“But this was Big’s responsibility, sir,” one of his men said timidly. “I took over at the end, but they’d already refused to sign a contract with us.”
“Idiot! And where the hell is Big, anyway?!” Vegas shouted. “Get out of my sight, both of you! Go!”
Vegas’s men left the room. As soon as I saw Vegas heading back to the bedroom, I quickly dropped down on the bed and pretended to be asleep.
The door opened with a creak.
“Quit the act, Pete! I know you heard all of that.”
As I hid under the blanket, I curled my hands into fists and took a deep breath. I could tell Vegas was furious, but I didn’t say a word.
“Get up!” Vegas shouted, yanking the blanket off of my body. My foot reflexively shot out, accidentally kicking him in the chest.
“Pete, you little shit! How dare you?!” Vegas sputtered, his gaze full of wrath.
All the blood drained from my face. I hadn’t meant to add fuel to the flames. I knew that when Vegas got angry, nobody could calm him down. He would take out his anger on anyone and anything within reach. But what could I have done? Vegas had startled me, and my body had reacted on its own!
Frightened, I lifted myself up on my elbow and told him, “I-I didn’t mean to do that.”
Vegas breathed deeply, on the verge of erupting in anger again. “Do you know what happens when I get mad?” he asked as he pinned both of my arms against the headboard.
I thrashed against his hold in an attempt to free myself, but it was useless. “Let me go!”
“When I’m angry, nobody gets in my way. And what did you do, huh?” Vegas taunted me. His grip was so strong that I couldn’t fight back. This demon wearing Vegas’s face had come back to torment me once again.
“I told you, I didn’t mean to kick you!” I shut my eyes tightly, trying to break free.
“And another thing—why was I on the floor last night, hmm? What did you do?” Vegas leaned over me, his face inching closer to mine. He pressed against me with all his weight, immobilizing my legs.
“I have no idea! You were drunk!”
“You tried to kill me, didn’t you? Let me tell you something, Pete—as long as I’m still breathing, you will live. You will live, and you will suffer. Do you know what that’s going to be like?” Vegas buried his face into the crook of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Get the fuck off of me, Vegas!” I used all my strength to struggle against him. I didn’t even register any pain as I tried to break free.
“Stop struggling! The more you fight me, the more it turns me on,” Vegas hissed quietly into my ear. “All right, consider this helping me blow off some steam—I just can’t contain myself.”
I was disgusted. “Let go of me! You can’t use me like that!” I refused to back down. No matter what happened, I wouldn’t let him assault me again!
“Heh,” Vegas giggled.
