The heart Killers ( English translation)

*CHAPTER 14*

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Style got into the car with Kant, still bewildered by the strange situation, which Kant also didn’t explain any further. He didn’t even know where the car was taking him, but seeing the tense expression on his friend’s face, he didn’t dare to ask anything, not even half a word.

He noticed Kant pull out an old flip phone hidden under the car seat and text someone. After putting it back in place, he turned to look at Style, locking eyes with him.

“Promise me you’ll keep what happened today a secret. No matter who it is, no matter how much you trust them, you won’t tell anyone.”

“You’re being really scary right now, Kant.”

“Quick, Style, just promise me.”

“Okay, okay, I promise. Now can you tell me what’s going on? I was just trying to catch Fadel’s girlfriend, and now you’re dragging me somewhere.”

“I’m telling you again, Fadel doesn’t have a girlfriend. That woman isn’t Fadel’s girlfriend.”

“I’m so confused right now. Just tell me where you’re taking me; this isn’t the way home—it’s in the opposite direction.”

“Let’s go to the xxx bridge. I have a meeting with someone there.”

“Who?”

“Captain Kris. You probably remember a few years back when I got caught for stealing cars to sell at a junkyard.”

“I remember…”

“I got out of jail because I was an informant for the police. I’m working with them now.”

Style furrowed his brows slightly, beginning to understand what Kant was explaining. So now, his friend was working for the police during an operation.

“And then what…”

“The job I’m working on involves investigating professional killers. The police have information on those two, but there’s no evidence that they’re actual assassins.”

“You…”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you and Fadel were actually together. But both Fadel and Bison are killers. It seems like they’re starting a new job.”

Style went silent—so silent that he forgot how to breathe. His mind went blank, and his body felt numb. He rolled his eyes up to see Kant, who had parked the car and turned off the engine. Kant bumped his head against the seat, looking at his friend with a guilty expression. “How about we get out for a smoke and some fresh air?”

Without waiting for Style to respond, he led the way out. Style sat still for a long time—a long time that allowed Kant to smoke several puffs. He tried to collect his thoughts. Then, he opened the car door and marched over to yank Kant’s shirt collar, staring into his slanted eyes, searching for the truth behind what he had said earlier.

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The breeze from the river blew through, refreshing his body, but the cool air couldn't diminish the hot anger boiling within Style, not even a little.

He threw a punch at Kant, who just let him hit.

"What do you think my feelings are? I've never liked anyone before; Fadel is the first. And now you tell me he's a killer? You're saying the person I love-the one who can look fierce but is gentle with me -kills people? What the hell are you talking about, Kant?"

"I understand you... I understand."

Style hit Kant again, shouting loudly.

"What do you understand? What do you really understand, you jerk? Just tell me you're joking, that you're lying."