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Porsche holds his mother in one arm and a gun pointed at Korn in the other.
”Porsche.” Kinn warns his boyfriend.
Porsche thinks about having to grow up too fast. To be the older brother and father and mother to Chay. He thinks about all the missed opportunities and pain growing up an orphan caused. Pain that’s only increased during the past few months. How can he trust anything Korn says? Why should he trust him over Gun? Gun isn’t the person who had his mother in an attic for over ten years.
He moves his finger to the trigger.
“Porsche,” Kinn pleads, slowly raising his hand. He knows his dad has crossed the line, but surely Porsche can see it was for his own good.
Korn takes a breath in to start making his case, but is interrupted by Vegas coming around the corner gun first.
Bang. Bang.
Mafia Head Kinn wasn’t sure who shot first. He doesn’t want to know.