Contract Killers (Multiship)

Chapter 46 - 90s Questionnaire

Geno's POV

Reaper and I were at the counter, going over things. We both agreed that we would have our wedding in a few days while the whole situation of the country is still small.

Reaper: You probably wanted to get married now so you wouldn't look fat in your dress.

I playfully punched Reaper in the shoulder and he laughed.

Me: It's easier to hide than your fat head.

He watched me as I wrote down notes on a lined paper. I just wanted a very simple wedding. Then it came to the time where we invited people. Reaper invited his employees and I invited my friends.

Reaper: You should invite Error. He can bring a plus one.

All of my movements ceased. He had the balls to say that.

Me: Error and I aren't exactly on speaking terms. Since I thought he was dead for the longest time. He probably wouldn't come anyway.

Reaper: Just try, you never know.

I sighed.

Me: Fine.

Taking out my phone, my thumb hovered over Error's contact. After pressing it, I hesitatingly typed words. My nervousness only grew as I pressed the send button. A good few minutes later, I checked my notifications.

'Still hasn't read it.'

Reaper: He must be busy.

Me: Or just doesn't want to read it.

Reaper: He will.

He was so sure of it and he doesn't even know my brother. Reaper was staring at a strange paper.

Me: What's that?

Reaper: It's a document.

Me: Is it legal?

Reaper: So far. Although, that's the least of my worries.

Me: Why what's wrong?

Reaper: A rival of mine is trying to buy my company. I haven't figured out the solution yet but I've been writing the pros and cons.

Me: Damn, that sucks.

He nodded and went back to writing notes. I peeked at the document. Sure enough, it was one-hundred percent real. The door was abruptly opened by Fresh. He threw his backpack onto the couch, threw his shoes off and stomped to the stairs.

Me: Hey Fresh, how was school?

He didn't say anything, only stormed up the staircase. I swear, he almost broke the steps with the amount of force he put into his feet.

Me: I'm talking to you! Fresh!

I locked eyes with Reaper. He was confused by Fresh's behavior as well. I gently face palmed myself and sighed.

Me: I'll be right back.

I followed after Fresh into his bedroom. His walls were colored with collages and posters. The collages consisted of cut-outs featuring his favorite music artists and posters of his favorite bands. To my left was a desk that had a PC as well as gaming consoles tucked away in the shelves. A skateboard was against the wall next to his closet. In the corner, in front of his bed, a TV was showing a YouTube video.

'He seriously needs to clean this room.'

Fresh was relaxing on his bed while playing a video game on his phone. His shades were off which helped me see his face. He was pissed off about something.