Kinnporsche

Overcome

(TW: Guns, blood)

"Shit!" Cursed Porsche under his breath while looking for a way out of the mess, those men practically surrounded them and there didn't seem to be a way out.

The front door was completely blocked and so was the exit they were planning to take. 

Pete had gotten completely frozen behind him, stopping the rest behind him. No one set another since that would most definitely result in someone being shot which is exactly what they didn't want.

Porsche managed to count about 8 men standing at the front door and there were probably another 5 behind and likely beside them which would complicate things for them. They were truly trapped this time and there didn't seem to be any way out.

Out of all the times that they had been spiralled into these types of situations, those had all seemed impossible and Porsche had genuinely thought it would be the end of his life all of those times but this time something felt different. None of the men seemed to be about to shoot which was unexpected.

None of the people surrounding them had those vengeance-needing eyes piercing through their souls like the past ones had, they didn't seem mad at them in the slightest. They looked more calm than anything which was even scarier.

They stood there for what felt like an eternity, seconds seemed like hours and yet no one moved a muscle. It was silent enough to hear the giant clock behind him slowly counting the time. Porsche considered making a run for it but he stood no chance with all doors barricaded with men pointing their guns at him and his friends behind him.

He could feel the stares of way too many people falling on him and Vegas since they were the ones who started all of it and now couldn't go anywhere. 

The air seemed suffocating and thick and he felt like throwing up but it was his duty not to do that and protect the others, that was the only way he could protect his brother after all. 

If they all died now Porchay would never forgive himself, Porsche knew that and that was the one thing he would do everything to avoid.

He could feel Pete slowly reaching into his belt behind him which was a dangerous move and it would barely change anything since they weren't exactly in favour of numbers, he almost wanted to scream at his friend that it was stupid and he would only put his life in more danger than it already was that way.

"Stop that!"

All of the guns seemed to point directly at Pete at that moment and Porsche fell his blood run cold, he couldn't lose his best friend now.

A mildly old man entered through the doors, his appearance seemed rather chic with the dark red suit and Porsche could see from miles away that he was extremely cocky. Like the type of rich person in one of those Netflix shows that took place hundreds of years ago who consider themselves some sort of god, it was almost a pain to look at.

The man's hair was neatly slicked back with an uppercut, it seemed like he was trying to dye it black a lot to avoid his hair turning gray but it didn't seem to have worked out very well and it looked like a mess.

Nothing about the man screamed like he had any good intentions but that didn't stop him from putting up a fake smile and slowly approaching the group step by step, like he was trying to pet an aggressive dog. Not that those situations were in any way comparable.

It took Porsche a moment to realise that something was wrong, they were all expecting to be stalked by the French because Vegas killed their leader but this man was Asian just like them, all of the people surrounding them were in exception of a few.