The heart Killers ( English translation)

*CHAPTER 4*

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Fadel followed Bison to the back of the shop. His younger brother was busy organizing items on the shelves. Maybe Bison heard the sound of his footsteps too because he looked up from the box he was unpacking.

"You’re here already? Who’s watching the store?"

"No one."

"What’s wrong with you? You came back all grumpy. Did you eat some wasp nest or something?"

"No, I just ran into someone annoying."

"Who? Which idiot has the guts to annoy someone like you?"

"You don’t need to know. By the way, are you sure that kid with the baby face is just a customer you just met?"

Bison knelt on the floor, scratching his ear with his pinky finger because it was itchy. It was pointless to lie to Fadel; it seemed they had spent too much time together, close enough that just a glance could reveal what the other was thinking.

"I met him last night."

"Is that why you came back?"

"Yeah."

"Did you invite him to the shop? Do you like him? I usually don't see you getting serious about anyone like this."

"No, I didn't invite him or like him, but it seems like he lives around here. I was minding the shop for you when Kant just walked in."

"Is there really such a coincidence?"

"Stop being so paranoid. He’s just a tattoo artist, just an ordinary guy. There are coincidences everywhere, you know, brother. Who knows? He and I might be soulmates."

"You're delusional. Even if you were soulmates, so what? He wouldn’t fall in love with you. Once he knows what you do for a living, he’ll definitely run away."

"You say that because you don’t know true love, Fadel. True love that can get through anything together."

"Organize the stuff." Fadel crossed his arms and put his hands on his hips, giving the order. However, Bison didn’t follow the command. He continued to look at his brother, the playful demeanor gone completely.

"I want to quit."

"Quit what?"

"Being an assassin. You know me well, Fadel. I'm not someone without feelings, to the point of killing and not feeling anything. Can I quit? I just want to live like an ordinary person, to have love, to have a family, to have someone to take care of each other until the last day of our lives."

"Bison..."

"Don't act like you don't have any feelings at all."

Fadel was at a loss for words. He licked his lips, then took a deep breath.

"Why don’t you talk to Mom about wanting to quit your job? I can handle the shop by myself. I'm not burned out like you."

"You're lying."

"Don't pretend to know me. Just organize the stuff."

"And where are you going now? You come and go, get angry and then sulk. Who can keep up with your moods?"

"I'm just going out to take care of the front."

"Come on, I've already helped you out a lot today. I'm going shopping in the evening, so you'll be in charge of cleaning up the shop by yourself."

"But you're coming home tonight, right?"

"Of course. If I'm not allowed to sleep at home, where else would I go?"