《Revival Factory & Other Novellas》The Nymphs of Mosiac (Ch.39)
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I had some pain killer tablets, prepared dinner and rested when Ueleblacker came after dumping the corpse in the night.
"You must remember one thing. I am not your butler and am not here to serve you." He spoke with no respect, "I still am a hired gun and you know what I am meant to do."
We dined and Ueleblacker asked where his room was.
"Go upstairs and sleep wherever you want." I made it easier for both of us. How could my son send a mercenary? How the hell did he get himself injured?
Ueleblacker stared at me from the base of stairs and walked up. I lied on couch and closed my eyes after watching cats play.
"Oh dear, you're hurt." His wife was panicking. Bruises were on her cheek but they were healed already. Still her face was too close with her like they were about to kiss.
"Daddy's so cruel. Speak to me please…" she sobbed.
"Speak to me!" she yelled.
"Stacy, how are you doing?" he smirked.
"Aww…you're fine. It’s all I wanted to hear from you. Let's have some talk…"
"I had been waiting for four decades to talk with you." Rick said and she giggled.
"I will take you wherever I go!" she was excited.
Rick was more excited than her, "I will go wherever you say."
"STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" a harsh cry of a huge man came. The man was his father in law. The man held a knife in his hand and was running towards Rick. "I WILL KILL THIS THING RIGHT HERE! I WILL CHOP HIS HEAD OFF!"
"Please daddy! No!" she screamed as hell.
I was woken up by noise of a water jug crashing the floor. The white cat leaped from the table and ran somewhere. I had forgotten to turn off the lights but it didn’t matter because it already was four in the morning. I was used to wake up at this time.
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But what caught my attention more than the fallen jug was the door which was unlocked. I had locked it last night before I had gone to sleep. Someone else was in there? But I knew the person who could deal with the intruder. And he was sleeping somewhere upstairs.
I went upstairs and saw open doors of every room in the passage. Last night Ueleblacker seemed to have had hard time in deciding where to sleep.
I went the room where I kept papers and other important stuffs. There I saw everything messed up, tables overturned and, crucially, cupboard wide open.
It was the place where I had put all of my cash. I rushed there to find all money gone from there. There used to be almost six thousand dollars in there, which I had withdrawn from bank a month ago. Even though I still had more ten thousand in the bank account, six grand was still a lot of money to be stolen.
I was frustrated and kicked everywhere in anger.
"Ueleblacker! Ueleblacker! Someone has robbed me!" I bellowed and went door to door.
"Someone has stolen all the money, wake up!" I screamed but there came no answer.
Soon I realized the thief was none other than Ueleblacker himself. And the open door was proof he was long gone by now.
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