The heart Killers ( English translation)

*CHAPTER 3*

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If police can go undercover to investigate cases, surely assassins can also have cover jobs. Of course, Fadel and Bison have cover jobs for their assassin work, which they only get to do occasionally. Our mother—or boss, as we call her—approves of us having a profession. Mostly, we run a restaurant. Bison has no opinion on this; it’s Fadel, his half-brother, who decides what sort of job we should have.

Fadel’s hobby is cooking and baking, so our cover job inevitably involves something like that. Believe it or not, even though his face isn’t exactly welcoming—often as sour as a dog’s rear—his culinary skills are top-notch.

After relocating our hideout, our latest venture is a burger joint.

The sign outside the restaurant proudly reads “HEART BURGER,” or as Bison sarcastically thinks of it, “Heartbreak Burger.” What else could it be? The owner is hopelessly indifferent to love and even meddles in his little brother’s romantic affairs. Bison, who’s more playful than his older brother, actually wants a nice, genuine love. But, as usual, Fadel somehow keeps leaving his love life in shambles.

He dared to put the word "Heart" in the shop's name, even though he acts so heartless.

I silently grumbled about my older brother while he was sharpening a knife. He looked dangerous, and if a customer spit out their food, who knows if he’d stab them with that knife. Today was our shop’s first day of business, and I had no idea what Fadel was up to since there wasn't a single customer in sight.

“What’s up? I can see you've been staring at me for a while now,” Fadel asked without even looking up. Bison rolled his eyes, frustrated, thinking he hadn’t been that obvious, but apparently, he was.

“I’m wondering what you're doing. There's no one here, yet you’ve been standing by the stove since we opened.”

“Sharpening knives.”

“Here at the front? If people walk by and see you sharpening knives with a killer look, no customer would dare come in.”

“Keep it down. Are you afraid people won’t know what kind of work we do?” Bison pouted in annoyance but didn’t argue further.

Finally, Fadel stopped sharpening the knife.

The shop owner removed his heart-patterned apron, glanced at the clock, and saw that the auto shop was now open.

“I’m heading out for a quick errand. Watch the shop alone for a bit, okay?”
“Where are you going?”
“Taking the car in for repairs.”
“You mean after that idiot let his car roll back and hit you?”
“Yeah. You’ll be fine here on your own, right?”

Bison raised an eyebrow as a signal of agreement. He couldn't cook, but from the looks of it, Heart Burger probably wouldn’t have any customers today. Besides, Fadel said he’d only be gone for a bit.

“Sure, I’ll be fine. But how are you getting back?”

“I'll take a motorbike taxi. The auto shop isn’t far from here.”

“Alright, be quick,” Bison replied, brushing his bangs up and watching Fadel's actions for another moment. As his brother grabbed the car keys and headed out the back door, Bison reached for the remote to put on a movie. He wasn’t waiting for customers and didn’t care if anyone came in or not.

It wasn’t until the afternoon that the bell hanging over the burger shop's door jingled. The first customer stepped in—a tall guy around 185 centimeters, with familiar features that reminded Bison of last night’s bed companion.

“Oh, it’s you…” the man greeted, smiling as he recognized Bison.

“We meet again…”

Bison thought it was just a coincidence, not suspecting that it was a well-planned scheme. "Yes, meeting like this again… I guess today I’ll finally get to know your name."