The heart Killers ( English translation)

*CHAPTER 9*

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They had only done it a few times. Style pushed Fadel away, saying he couldn’t take it anymore. Fadel agreed to stop because he could see that Style really couldn’t go on, even though he still felt unsatisfied.

A tissue was used to wipe away only some of the mess.

Style suppressed the pain and walked into the bathroom, returning with a pale face. The wristwatch showed that it was just past two o'clock. When Fadel saw that Style had finished tidying himself up, he stood up straight and said:

“I’ll take you home.”

“It’s fine, I can go back myself.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fine, really.”

“I should take you.”

“I said no need.”

“Why can’t I take you?”

“You really don’t understand, do you, Fadel? I said I’m fine, no need for you to do anything nice for me. You saw that I was really drunk. Just think of it as if nothing happened.”

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Fadel crossed his arms and tilted his head in confusion. Style kept his face down, and seeing that the person in front of him wasn’t saying anything, he grabbed his bag and car keys and walked, as if his legs were wobbling, to the front door of the shop. He turned back and simply said,

“I’m leaving now,” and then walked out.

Fadel put his hands on his hips and looked up at the ceiling of the shop. He grabbed his own car keys and followed Style out, making sure to lock up the shop properly. After that, he drove behind Style until he was sure the other guy had actually made it home.

Style was unaware that he was being followed. Fadel parked his car in front of the house, waiting until he was sure Style had gone to bed. When he saw that the lights in the house, which also served as a garage, were off, he finally started his own car again and drove back home.

The house where he lived was separate from the burger shop but not too far away. When he got back home, he saw Bison’s car already parked there. That wasn’t surprising, but what caught his attention was a pair of shoes on the shoe rack at the front of the house that he didn’t recognize. He couldn’t think of anyone else but Kant. Bison might have broken the agreement about bringing outsiders into the house, which was supposed to be their workplace and hideout.

Fadele grabbed a gun and prepared it in his hand, also putting on a silencer. He walked into his house with footsteps quieter than a cat’s, with all his senses heightened and ready.

The house had no lights on; it was pitch dark, and Fadel had to take a moment to adjust his eyes to the darkness in front of him.

He heard faint sounds, almost like someone was trying to turn the doorknob of the locked door. He and Bison had a secret room for storing weapons and documents. The sound of the doorknob turning was coming from that room. Fadel....

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behind the person trying to enter the room they shouldn’t be in, pressing the weapon against the back of the intruder.

“Two questions. First, how the hell did you get into my house? And second, what are you doing, Kant?”

Fadel asked in a cold voice. Kant froze at the chill in his tone. He raised both hands in surrender, certain that the thing pressing against his back was a gun.

As a thief, he prided himself on being quiet and having keen senses, yet he hadn’t heard Fadel’s footsteps at all. He had no idea how long the other guy had been right behind him. A regular person couldn’t do this. He was convinced that Fadel was... a professional assassin.