Chapter 3

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Lucious

"Good morning, Boss." Kenn bowed his head.

"Morning." I smirked.

I walked down the grand staircase and went to the kitchen. I found my annoying brothers fighting over a single piece of bread again. Nang makalapit ay kinuha ko yun sa kamay ni Lustine at sinubo ng buo para hindi na sila magaway.

"Hey! That's mine!" Reklamo ni Luhan.

"No, it's mine!" Lucas argued and they brawled to each other.

Lustine shrugged and get himself a slice of apple instead. Wala yung isa na marahil ay nasa trabaho pa. Inutusan ko ang mga Maids na magluto ng agahan dahil mukang hindi pa kumakain ang tatlo. Wala ring bakas ni Dad dito.

I sighed and nudge my brother. "Where's Dad?"

"Meeting, of course." Sagot nya.

I nodded and smirked. The food were served and the two stopped killing each other. I told Kenn and the others to eat their breakfast too, tatawagin ko na lang sila pag aalis na kami. The Maids and guards has their own pantry where they eat their meals.

"Yow, everyone! I'm back!" A noisy monkey arrived.

"Psh, who are you?" Masungit na tanong ni Lustine.

"I'm hurt, brother bro." Lucian drammatically held his chest.

Lustine snorted and picked up his plate and left the kitchen. I smirked and tapped the vacant seat for Lucian to sit. Sumimangot sya dahil sa asal nong isa at kunyaring nagtatampo na kumuha ng pagkain.

"How's work?" I asked, smirking.

"Successful, of course!" He proudly said.

"Weh?" Sabad ni Luhan.

"Oo nga, weh?" Nakisama si Lucas.

"Anong weh?!" Pikon nyang tanong at naglabas ng baril.

Naglabas rin yung dalawa ng baril at tinutok sa kanya. Parang inapi syang bumaling sakin, humihingi ng tulong pero ngumisi lang ako at sumenyas na ipagpatuloy nila ang ginagawa. Suminangot sya at binaba ang baril sa mesa, ganon rin yung dalawa.

"Hmp, mga traydor." Bulong nya at sumubo ng malaking piraso ng manok.

"Where's Dad?" He suddenly asked.

"Meeting." I shrugged.

Tumango tango sya, probably remembered his father's morning routine. My phone vibrated, I recieved a text from my friends. Nasa school na raw sila, ang aga naman. It's only seven in the morning, alas otso pa ang klase namin, Summer class rather.

Hindi naman Summer pero dahil may ilang subjects kaming hindi naipasa ay kailangan naming itake yun kahit na graduate na kami dapat. Dalawa yung sakin samantalang tatlo yung sa kanila. May four months pa ako bago matapos ang klase ko.

"You're going?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah. Tell Dad I'm going to school. And oh, I will be going home late." I told him and ran my way back to my room.

I'm going to eat somewhere. And will be pissing someone. Hah. That bastard, playing brave. I can still remember the millions we lost because of him. Kung sana kasi nagsorry na lang sya e di sana hindi nabadtrip si Mr. Niccollo.

Tsk. Stupid rin kasi ang lalaking yun. Kitang kita ko na sya ang hindi tumitingin sa dinadaanan nya kaya nya nabangga yung waiter. Di bale, sisingilin ko na lang sya. Four million are no joke, they're big loss in our organization.

Not that we'll go broke because of it, it's just that, it's still money.

I took a bath and wore a pair of black denim pants, red shirt and my favorite red denim jacket and a pair of black Converse. I combed my red hair backwards and smirked at my own reflection.

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