INTRO: THIS IS THE WORST

“Where are you? Go buy me some condoms.”

“Buy you some condoms? Get stuffed, you asshole! I’m your bodyguard, not your runner boy!”

“Who said you are my runner boy? You're my WIFE!!"

“What the hell, you bastard!”

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KINNPORSCHE (รักโคตรร้ายสุดท้ายโคตรรัก)

Author: Daemi

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...Porsche's POV...

My life is incredibly unlucky. Besides having to win a fight outnumbered, I have also become the bodyguard of a mafia boss's son, who is very troublesome and drives me crazy.

My life seemed to stop when this bastard wanted me around as he has turned my life upside down. He has ruined my life at university and home, making it messy and out of control. Because of my fear for my brother’s safety, I had been motivated to accept his offer.

Dammit! What was I even doing? I had even got involved in a mafia feud to save the bastard from a terrible fight. My advanced fighting skills had turned out to be very beneficial for him and were the beginning of the disaster in my life.

It had been happening from that day until today.

Because of Kinn, Anakinn Teerapanyun!

...—The Beginning of All Disasters—...

Bam! Whack! Pak!

The sound of punches and kicks grabbed my attention as I stood with a cigarette in my mouth and put a large trash bag in the green rubbish bin next to where I work. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of five or six men gang up on a man lying on the ground helplessly.

I tightened the straps on the trash bag before turning my attention back to them and smoking the cigarette in my mouth, then exhaled the smoke to bring my thoughts back. I had seen this kind of thing so often, so now I am used to it. The alley behind the bar is dark and quiet; only employees go in and out to take the trash out or deliver or receive goods.

“Damn!! Your brute force isn’t bad either,” a voice rang out from the dark alley. I do not care; I will just focus on my current task of putting the rubbish out and going back inside the bar, locking the door when I go home. Yes, that is what I should be doing because after all, I am just a student who works part-time after my college hours are finished.

As it was very late, the customers were already few. Some people are waiting for taxis, some are trying to flirt with girls to find some **** buddies, and some are even fighting like the ones I am watching right now. I am not heartless; I just do not want to interfere in other people’s business. The fight seemed to have something to do with the father of the guy being beaten up. What is certain is that the person I can see seemed to have received a lot of punches and kicks that were quite severe, being beaten within an inch of his life.

You can curse me all you want; you are probably thinking that I am heartless, watching the thugs beat him up without doing anything. Hey, I am still thinking it over! Who knows, they probably have a good reason for doing that; maybe that person was guilty of something, so the people beat him up. For example, that person might be a thief…

“Get off me, you bastard!”

“Ahhh... Hey…”

I turned my head and saw the man who had just fallen to the ground, trying to stand up again to face the gangsters. I threw my cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out, ignoring the injured man. I stretched lazily a few times, I was thinking to get ready to go home and relax. Just as I was about to leave, my footsteps were stopped when one of the fighting bastards forcefully pulled on my shirt.

"Help..."

Came the hoarse voice, my attention was caught up by the university logo at the back of his uniform. As I turned to look at the face of the one who was holding me, his nose and mouth were bleeding. I was stunned when I take a good look at his broken face. Even though it was ruined with gushes and blood, he looks so divinely gorgeous, his skin was delicate and smooth. From the dim lights of the alley, he looks younger than I thought.

"Hey! Come here!"

One of the morons walked up towards us and pulled the boy's collar. I looked at the guy who was asking for help and I can see his desperation. Something tugged at my chest so I pulled him back.

"Take it easy, brother."

I said in a smooth voice. Looked at his mustache-covered face and I can tell he is a lot older than me. Why are they bullying children? From the looks of the boy I held by the arm, we are the same age, and judging his clothing brands, he must be a rich kid. Then suddenly I thought of something brilliant. I grabbed him away from the man's hold and get him behind me. I looked at the group of bastards in front of me and see that all of them are looking dangerously.

"If you don't want to get hurt, don't meddle with our business and return that boy to me."

I hesitated a little before I answered.

"What if I don't?"

"I told you to let him go!" He screamed.

I was silent for a moment, thinking this was none of my business, and my brother was waiting for me at home. My subconscious mind began to hesitate as the shattered face of the boy behind me flashed through my mind. I am indeed selfish most of the time. I don't go helping damsels in distress, just to prevent confrontations like this. I won't get anything by helping anyway.

"If you help me, I'll pay you a large sum of money."

"How much?"

I asked him...Yes...You were right, money can buy me, especially at times like this when I needed it the most.

"Is Fifty thousand enough?"

With that, I put my backpack down, gripped my knuckles, and make a cracking sound... Stretched my strained neck and back muscles a little. That was enough for my brother's tuition fee, of course, I'll help.

"Deal. If you back down on your word, I'll kill you."

I said before seeing one of the gangsters pick up a stick and tried to hit me in the head, but my reflexes are better than the rest of them combined. I kicked the man in the jaw and managed to move him out of the way. One down.

Another one charged forward but my feet were faster to connect a flying kick at his gut. The others follow suit but no one succeeded in getting their hands on the boy.

Being a Martial arts champion since high school, I knocked down a lot of people. And I used all of my knowledge and skills to protect that one person behind me.

Now, I became the target and they take turns in throwing punches at me, some connected with my jaw, and I smiled at the tangy taste of blood on my lips. That won't be enough to bring me down, mother fuckers!.

I managed to counterattack, punches after punches and kicks after kicks rained. When finally, all of the gangsters were grunting and fallen to the ground, I snatched my backpack and grabbed the bloody boy who is sitting near the trash bin holding his stomach... I dragged him by the hand and run towards my motorcycle. I looked back and saw the gangsters chasing after us.

"Where are we going?" He asked me still holding his abdomen.

"Don't know."

I answered taking his hands to hold into my waist as he was reluctantly looking behind at the running morons towards us. I make sure he was holding tight, I can't afford to let him fall before he can even pay for my services. I started the engine and run quickly at full throttle. I looked back and saw a few still chasing us but get lost when I turned into the main road. I accelerated without looking back, they might get into a car and come after us if I didn't get far enough.

"Thank you."

The hoarse voice spoke behind my ear, and I feel a shiver down my spine. I can feel his head, heavy on my shoulder. He must have been badly hurt.

"Don't thank me yet," I say looking back through the side mirror. I let out a sigh when I make sure that we are far enough and no one is chasing us.

"They won't follow us anymore."

"Thank you again."

Said the tall figure behind me, his head and body fully leaning on me. I'm afraid he might faint so I took hold of his hands with my left, to make sure his grip is tight, afraid he would fall.

"Hold me tight or I'll be dead."

His voice suddenly became smooth and deep. Gone was the hoarse tone. I feel his fingers tighten his hold at the hem of my T-shirt.

"Thank you." He said again.

"Fifty thousand."

I said, looking at his face through the side mirror. He nodded in pain and adjusted his sitting position.

"Let's go to my house, then I can give you the money."

I thought for a while. What if this guy is a drug dealer? Or a mafia member? I'll be dead before I even get hold of the money.

"You don't have to look like that, I'm not deceiving to kill you."

As if he heard my thoughts, the guy commented looked straight at the side view mirror, and smiled at me.

"Who knows?"

"Do I look like a criminal to you?"

"Eh... What if you were related to goons or the bastards like earlier?"

"Hehe." He laughed through a pained expression.

I'll be damned. So I told him I'll be stopping at the nearby gas station and he can take a taxi home. I make sure that the gas station has an ATM so that he can withdraw and pay me back.

"My phone is lost including my wallet."

"Hey! You liar, how could you trick me? I should just probably beat you to death right here."

I said turning my face into him who happens to still be sitting in my backseat.

"Oh...you can take this, this is worth more than fifty thousand." He said taking off his watch.

"How will I know it's not fake?"

"Then return it to me" I inspected the watch, even though it was soiled, I can see it was beautifully crafted and sold even for a hundred thousand.

"Okay, you can get down now, but if you tricked me, I'll come looking for you and beat you to a pulp."

"Wait a minute, can I borrow your phone? Let me call my dad."

Okay, now you can call me completely paranoid, but what if he runs with my phone? But judging from his hunched figure and ragged breathing, I wonder if he could even get away from me.

"Such a nuisance."

I murmured before I hand my phone to him. He pressed some numbers and there came an answer on the other end of the line. He did call his father. I heard it, he asks for someone to pick him up at our location.

I gently watch him as he makes the call, there's a strong urge inside me to take him to the nearest hospital. I can't leave him breathing like a dying cow like this. The gushing blood from his head seems nonstop. What if I told him that I'd take him to the hospital but I'll add another thirty thousand, will he agree?

"Thank you again even if you're a money-greedy one."

I pretend not to care for what he said. A person must do what he needs to do to survive.

"We are in the same school, what's your name?"

"How do you know?"

"Your shirt."

I realized I was wearing my school uniform on top of my working clothes, which are now bloody red.

"What's your name?"

He breathes so hard making him hard to speak, I want to tell him to stop speaking and reserve his strength until his escort came.

"Why? You're waiting for them to beat me?" I raised my eyebrows.

"No, can you just tell me your name?" He kept asking.

"Why? So that you could write it on the wall and glorify me?"

"If you don't want to, I'll get the watch back, you can come with me to my house and pick up the cash."

"Jom, my name is Jom."

He gazed at me for quite a while before turning back and walking a little wobbly away from me. I wonder who is he and what is he doing with those gangsters, I just shrug my shoulders. It's not my business anymore.

I put on my helmet and start to drive home.

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