Five

After two years of roaming the world killing and executing his missions from Trace and Morelli, Keyller is back on Agrianthropos island. He was there to ask Boss Trace for the design of the house he wanted to build on the island. And that he was having trouble because Trace Dimagiba was being difficult.

"Money first, Hayes." Trace leaned his back on the recliner chair in front of his house and puffed up smoke from his expensive cigarette, but he knew that it was not an ordinary cigar but a weed wrapped in rolling paper. He then put out the fire in the ashtray without finishing it.

Keyller raised his brows, looking at the unfinished cigarette that was wasted by Dimagiba. He couldn't bear to see things gone to waste, but this was Dimagiba. He has a lot of money to burn.

"Boss, just put it on my tab. I will pay once I get my money. You know that I couldn't run away from you, right?" Keyller silently blew his suppressed breath that he didn't even know he was holding. His knuckles turned white as his fist kept opening and closing.

The truth is, he had money to pay Dimagiba, but it was Aoife's. And he doesn't want to use it because he doesn't want Aoife to know about Agriantropos. Keyller stood on his ground while standing in front of Dimagiba, with the design he had asked for a long time ago so that he could start building his house.

The construction of his house will be done by Chloe's construction company, the Forte Konstrak, which was passed down from Dimagiba. Chloe is Trace's love interest.

"Money down, Hayes. That's final! Ano ba ang tingin mo sa kumpanya ko, utangan? This is not a lending institution, gago!" Trace narrowed his eyes as he looked at Keyller darkly. He puffed another breath of smoke.

Keyller squinted his eyes, trying to understand what Trace had said. He was not keen on learning the Philippine language, so he didn't quite understand him.

"Boss... can't you just put it on my tab first? A-akho no p-phera." Keyller stuttered as he struggled to speak Tagalog. If he knew that learning Tagalog was a must, he should have learnt it a long time ago.

Trace almost spit the cigar from his mouth when he heard Keyller stuttering in Tagalog.

"What the fuck, Hayes? Ayusin mo muna tagalog mo. Ano ba sa tagalog ang tab?!"

Keyller grumbled and scratched his head, as he didn't understand Trace's words.

"What?" Keyller asked, dumbfounded. When in front of this mighty founder of Foedus his knees always folded. He couldn't even get his phone to translate the words.

"Bawal ang utang sa isla! Ang yaman-yaman mo at ang laki ng sinasahod mo kay Morelli. Nasaan na pera mo?" Trace stood up as if he saw someone was coming and was about to welcome it.

Keyller was still bewildered, trying to understand Trace's words. He badly needed to know what it was.

"What? Wh-what bhawal owthang? I have my brain inside my head, boss!"

Trace rolled his eyes and stepped closer to him. His face was dark as rage showed on his face. He was getting annoyed. He stopped when he was a meter away.

"Did you go deaf and you can't understand human language? Utang, Hayes! Utang, debt, not utak!" Trace almost choked on his cigar as his face darkened even more. "My company seeks payment policy first. If you have the money, then you come to me. Where did all your salary from Morelli go?"

Keyller put his hands in his pockets after dropping the design on the garden table and lightly kicked the pebble in front of him. Not bothering with the annoyance on Dimagiba's face.

"I have something to prepare for it," he casually replied. He looked at the distant horizon while a small smile was suppressed on his lips before turning to face his boss.

Suddenly, Trace's hand went behind his back before taking out a gun and pointing it at him. "Money down and I will give you my design and the construction of your mansion." Trace's face was still dark as the night and menacing as he pointed the gun straight between Keyller's brows.

Keyller heaved a small sigh and his expression remained the same, not even showing a hint of fear on his face, even facing Trace with the gun pointed at him. He knows that Dimagiba won't just kill him off.

"Boss, come on!" Keyller mumbled. If he successfully gets a go from Dimagiba, it would lessen his burden of using Aoife's money. That woman is so calculative, making Keyller want to kill her earlier than his plan. Using his index finger, Keyller pushed the gun away from him and wanted to rebut again, but his words were stuck in his throat and left unspoken when someone beat him to it.

"Trace!"