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KimChay - La Forte

@satursticket - happy birthday my lovely Nep!

Set in the backdrop of Kinnporsche. Chay struggles to settle in his new life as the younger son of the minor family. With an absent Porsche, deranged mother, Chay has to navigate the dangers of the mafia world, all while struggling to fit in at university.

Genre: smut, gay love, mafia, heartbreak, boys' love

Chapter one -

I almost tossed the guitar on the floor. That's how frustrated I was. My bastard big brother was sleeping with his lover, Kinn again. I swear, for a bunch of adults, they seemed as hotny as teenagers. No matter how busy Kinn was, he would find time to bang my brother.

And Porsche, my older brother, the horn dog, was equally bad. I swear, I heard some of the bodyguards say that apparently they did it on the glass table and it broke. Just what the hell did they do? Something tells me that I don't want to know.

I hadn't seen my brother in a week. He was busy with mafia business, and I had no one to talk to. I was graduating soon and I needed to pick a major soon and pay the fees. I had phoned my brother multiple times, but that arsehole wouldn't pick up.

"Can I take care of you and Kinn?"

Liar. He only took care of himself. However, he had finally found happiness. After years of toiling at a bar, working multiple jobs, with hardly any sleep, the boy had obtained a stable life and a lover.

And then, there was me. Confused, recently heart broken, and currently frustrated. What on earth was I going to do next? All my friends had picked their majors. I sucked at languages, I could barely understand humanities and there was just commerce and science. I don't know what to study. My friend Lily suggested that we take an aptitude test and find out.

My phone buzzed. Assuming that it was my brother, I picked up, only to find that it was a message from my friend asking me if I had picked a major yet. Bangkok and Thammasat University were accepting applications soon and I needed to bukle up.

I texted Lily. I was taking that bloody aptitude test.

***

I was furious as I stared at the results. I sat, sulking by myself in the cafeteria. Gary and Charlie, my friends were at some orientation for their respective majors.

I wanted to crush the paper in my hand. Just what the fuck was this? This had to be a sick joke. I saw a woman approach my table and she sat opposite me, smiling. I realised that it was my the class monitor, Janward.

She was a nice girl, but honestly, I envied her. She had a stable family, a clear goal and perfect grades. She was overall a nice person.

"So, have you picked your major yet? I heard you were having trouble," she inquired. What perfect timing. "What's it to you?"demanded a venomous voice. I stared at the owner of the voice. I saw the brown haired girl, her hair tied in a ponytail, held together by a red ribbon. It was Lily.

Lily, 'Anong Amarin' was one of my few female friends at school. She was fiesty, competent and ambitious, who also happened to be my neighbour from down the street. She had noticed that I didn't live at home and discussed my situation with me. I didn't reveal much, but she got it. She got me and my situation.

"Anong, I have to collect Porchay's form to submit to the class teacher," Janward answered politely. "Speaking of which, where's yours?" Lily frowned at her. She told her that we would both submit it to her, by the evening. Jan got the hint and left us alone, warning us to submit it before the deadline.

"You don't have to be rude," I stated. "She deserved it. The skank," Lily answered, in a sour tone. I sighed. Lily liked Janward's boyfriend, Norawit, hence the cold tone. Lily changed the subject and mentioned that she had brought some of my clothes in her bag. I had given her the key, so that she could bring my stuff to school and help me shift. I personally couldn't go as the stupid bodyguards followed me everywhere. I was banned from going home.

Some crap about not disclosing my location of favourite hangout spot. I was the nephew of the mafia kingpin. They had followed me even to the test centre, which was unnerving and creepy. Just why the hell was I tolerating this bullshit?

Lily pulled the paper from my hand.

"Music. That's obvious,"

"Boo freaking hoo,"

"Okay, you made it clear that you don't want to pursue music. How about pursuing a degree in music management?"

"What?"

"It says here that you are good at math, analytics, and business management,"

"I generally don't want to be around musicians and listen to music. I've had enough,"

Lily watched me carefully, but didn't pursue the topic further.

"What about business analytics or banking? Or supply chain management,"l

Supply chain management. That was Kinn and my brother's area of expertise.

"Business analytics it is,"

And just like that, I had picked my major. Not that I had options anyway.

Lily and I had lunch, and filled our forms. Though I had chosen my major, a subject that had great scope for the future, I was yet to pick a university. Our criteria was cost. Both of us, well, until recently, were poor. Well, I was poor. But just because my brother was rich now, didn't mean that I could mooch off him. I needed to be independent. Like Lily.

***

After one entire week of browsing and searching. I had finally decided on Thammasat University as my first choice. Lily and Charlie weren't thrilled by my choice. That university wasn't cheap, and was competitive to get into. Charlie tried to talk me out of me, while Gary was on my side. He was game for anything. Hell, he dyed my hair blue for me.

But I was adamant. I did not want to Bangkok University. Why? A certain male singer was enrolled in it and I would not go anywhere near it. Actually, if he wasn't around, I would have picked that university. I wanted that fancy title of a graduate from Bangkok University.

"Chay, how do you plan to pay for the exam fee? The application and entrance exam fee are expensive. Everything else is secondary," Charlie stated. I had spoken to my brother who had promised to deposit 8000 baht into my account soon. Now that he had money, he was ready to pay me a higher amount if I asked for it.

Charlie suggested that I look for a part time job. Lily and he worked at a club. Lily was a chef and Char was a waiter. I didn't believe that my brother was accessible nor reliable these days. So I decided to get real and be independent. Lily stared at me with worried eyes and I smiled reassuringly.

Yup, even I didn't know what I would do.

***

I smiled at my mother as she painted another bouquet of flowers. This woman was the only reason that I was sane. It was comforting to be around her, especially when I had a lot on my mind. The deadline to pay the fees was fast approaching and I sighed. Suddenly, Mom pointed at the floor. I followed the direction of her finger, to see my guitar case. Oh, that's right. I had left it here when I played some music for her last week. Then, it struck me. I hesitated.

Why not? Why the hell not? I didn't care that much. It was not a big deal. Why was I getting emotional? What had being emotional and kind hearted led me to? Nothing. I was tossed aside like a tissue. But it was a gift ...even if it was a gift from him. I possibly couldn't. Or could I?

No, I had made my mind. Plus, I was running out of time.

***

I gleefully displayed the email which stated that I had passed the entrance exam and I was called in a for an interview. Charlie, Gary, and a few other friends had decided to party at club Gary's cousin owned. Lily was working and she never took a day off. Even if she was ill. That's how dire her situation was.

All of us were drinking and dancing. Gary was shoving the fries in mouth as Char popped open the champagne. Everyone was having fun, as I drank my third bottle of soft drink. I saw the glass Char handed me. I was diffident. I recalled how livid Kim had been when he saw me at a club, consuming drugs.

Why the hell should I care? I quit singing anyway and I wanted to celebrate. Nobody was here to stop me. Neither Porsche or Kim.

***

I was wasted. I stood at the back of the club. Drunk like an alcoholic. Maybe that sixth glad of champagne was a bad idea. I giggled as Char threw up on Gary's pants, the idiot kicked him in the shin as revenge. I saw my bodyguards from a distance, keeping a watchful eye on me. Ready to intervene at any moment. Ugh. Tell them to get lost.

Gary's phone rang, as Char threw up on the sidewalk again, as his girlfriend filmed him, chuckling.

"Yo, Lul, where are ya? You're missing out on all the fun," Gary said. Lily had just finished her shift and was heading home. Her work wasn't far from here. As we were heading home, she decided to come congratulate me and hitch a ride.

Suddenly, my head began to spin. Someone had too much to drink and if I kept this up, I would be the one throwing up on Gary next. Then, I gulped. Hold on, none of us drank anything hard. We had champagne, whiskey and beer. Nothing too heavy. So why was Char looking like he was about to faint?

I broke into a cold sweat. Dammit, it was one of the mafia gangs that my brother got messed up with. Did they want me dead already?

No, I told myself. This was stupid. No, it could be someone from the club, trying to steal our money by spiking our drinks. My bodyguards would take care of me. I exhaled, as I felt the hot Bangkok air brush past through me.

I began to worry. What if my drink had been poisoned, not spiked? All my friends were heavy drinkers. Why were they feeling sick now. Or was i being paranoid? Something was not right.

In an instant, Gary's girl landed on the floor, passing out, making him curse aloud. Poor Gary. His friend threw up on him and his girlfriend was out cold. He sobered up quickly, while Arunlek and Devraj were turned pale and began sweating bullets.

Oh my God. Our drinks had been poisoned. Shit! My legs began quaking, and my vision blurred. There were black spots all around me and my face turned hot, for some unknown reason. I held my throat, as I felt it. I was losing consciousness and I was struggling to breathe. I heard someone call my name. I could only see the jeans and bomber jacket, as my eyes closed. All I could see after that was black.

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