We arrived home at 6pm. Strange enough our sister Jhea didn't seem to be bothered . She was in her mid teens. She had a red curly hair that was long. She was about 6 feet tall.
She opened the door and let us in without asking of our whereabout. She knew well enough that we were assassins and that we went for a mission this morning and we where returning by this hour . I really did not normally take us up to six hours to deliver a kill. We spent more than eight hours in this deal.
All she could do was to scan our bodies for scars and she did see them.
"What the fuck happened? " she asked but by then it was out of courtesy and not concern.
I walked to the sofa in our parlor and collapsed on it. Our house was small when compared to other assassin's houses. But it was comfortable. I literally insisted that we live low despite the fact that Clen was against it. I did not want suspicious eyes on us.
"Just get me a cup of iced tea." I said. Clen nodded to it as he too collapsed on the sofa. She left us and went for the kitchen.
I looked around in tiredness and my eyes got hold of the freaking goddamn safe. It was shining a repelling black ray.
Mr Mokel was not a dummy after all, he had set the the alarm to be secret. And the bastard set to ring right in the police station . I had suspected so but I was not sure , besides, Clen was acting faster than I was speaking and thinking. Damn! I still did not want to see the safe.
"How do we share the money? "I asked camly. Clen ignored my question. I kept my cool. I knew how to get him to talk .
I grabbed the safe with a violent speed and dropped it on my lap.
"What the fuck are you doing? "Clen cried as he reached out to the safe but I smacked his hands away .
"You did not respond to my question, so I guessed that the I take all the dollars." I said with a mocking voice and tone.
"What! You ashole ! Let me have the money !! " Clen yelled but I was adamant.
I began counting out the nearly wrapped dollars . My hands were loving the feel of the money. Twenty wrapped of forty thousand dollars. Cool! We were paid six hundred thousand dollars for this job.
'Cock'
I turned to look at Clen. His aluminium gun was right in my face. Seriously, when it came to money , Clen could a soul, any soul . Even I was not safe. I smiled at him.
"You wanna kill me for a bunch of dollars !" I yelled at him.
"I wouldn't mind and it's not just a bunch of dollars. It is eight hundred thousand dollars we are speaking of here. Our pay is lower than that, you know too well. Now give me the money or I will blow you to hell and smithers. "
I gazed around. I could kill Clen before he shoots a bullet. The safe was a bullet proof and using as a secure shield I could snatch his gun and take him down. But I knew more than this.
"Uhmm..." I turned and saw Jhea standing half way close to us with the two cups of iced tea in her hands. She was shocked at Clen's action and the open safe displaying a large amount of money.
"What's going on? " she managed to mutter. I smiled at her.
"Nothing Jhea, just a greedy brat that wants to cause some trouble." I said. Clen frowned and held his gun tighter.
"The money boy!" Clen yelled.
In a calculated move, I smashed away his gun and put my right leg on his right hand. His left hand was under my left knee as I eased my weight over him. I pulled out a penknife and pressed it on his neck. He was my elder brother but martially, I was stronger than he was.
"Brother! " Jhea called out to me just as the cups fell off her hands.
"Nothing dear. I just want to settle scores here okay! " I snapped at her. I turned my gaze back to Clen. He grumbled under his breath.
"What did you say ?" I asked.
"Okay. Seventy , thirty." he said. Fuck ! He was greedy even at the point of death. I pressed the knife closer to his neck. The cold metal touched Clen's neck to send shivers down his spine.
"Sixty , forty !" he yelled but I wanted something fair. I pressed tighter.
"Fifty , fifty. "
Clen hesitated but I was not in for games. He was probably thinking a way out of my grip .
"You speak, you son of a batch !" I yelled.
"Okay. But I will not contribute to the family expense and budget."he said as anger flooded in hie voice .
"Asshole !"I yelled, throwing down to the floor while he strugged to regain himself. I went to the safe. I counted the fresh wraps. I collected out eleven wraps of dollars and slid the safe to Clen.
Since he mentioned something about not contributing to the expenses of the family I decided to make out something for Jhea. Honestly, Clen cared less for Jhea. I was the one of us after our parents died that cared about her. I think I got cursed with my siblings because while I have a greedy folk as my brother , I got a materialistic girl for a sister.
I gave her two wraps of dollars. Eighty thousand dollars . But I had to warn her about her spending
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"Better be careful with the money. This I expect should help you up three months." She smiled at themoney and then at me . I liked because she was really appreciative.
"What!" Clen screamed. "Where the fuck is my forty thousand dollars Zhen !?" I ignored him.
"Crazy fucker !"
"It is fifty ,fifty . You get three hundred and sixty thousand dollars , I get the same. Jhea gets eighty thousand. " I explained.
"You are a crook ." Clen muttered.
Clen was about retiring to his room when I called him back.
"We have to see Rasto." I said. Clen stopped half way.
"Why?"
"He knows something about this. He set us up. And I an certain of it." Yes I was .
I had thought it out. Mr Mokel knew we were coming and that was why the security did not match up with his influence. He gave the safe to easily and he had set that by Rasto's command. Rasto knew Clen will ask of it after he mentioned it once. Such a screw up was rare and we had find out who it was .
"What do you mean ?"Clen asked.
"The safe was a trap. Mr Mokel knew we were coming. " That was all I could say. I did not have the energy to explain everything to him.
"Why would he do so?" Cken asked.
"That's what we are about to find out. That is why he must meet today and now. " I said.
"He is not easily found."Clen confessed . I turned to him stunned. What! What did he mean by that ? When researching about clients we are obligated to check there hangout spots for cases like this .
"What! You mean you do not how to find him ? "
"Royce Hotel." Cken said. "He visits there every Tuesday night."
Great! What was today?— Tuesday. Great! We were lucky.
"We meet him this night get ready, freshen up." I said and walked into my room.