Pay The Price

Cristine's POV

I was tying Candice's shoelaces. This kid, I always teach her how to tie her shoe lace, but she always forgot how. She was my sister, five years old and probably the most importunate kid that I know.

"Stay here, okay? I'm going to buy you some ice cream," I told her as I stood up from kneeling onto the ground.

She smiled and that made her tooth gap visible in my naked eyes. I giggled when she nodded five times. Her smile was really priceless and even if she was too hardheaded sometimes, I love her.

I could risk everything just to see those sweet smiles everyday.

Oh, I forgot to mentioned that we are currently at the park. We just got here from the mall nearby and she used her small puppy eyes to made me said yes for taking her here. But I know that she only wants ice cream.

"Mister, can I have two? Chocolate flavor in a cone." I smiled at the vendor of ice cream and he obliged.

He was preparing the ice cream, so I glanced at my sister. She was patiently waiting at the bench where I left her. I removed my gaze at her when the vendor handed me the two ice cream and I immediately paid for it.

"Thank you."

My smile suddenly vanished when I realized that Candice was no longer sitting at the bench where I told her to wait for me. I roamed my eyes at the surroundings and I panicked when I can't see her figure anywhere.

"Candice?!" I started to call her name.

People are looking at me, but I don't care. Where did she go? That hardheaded kid, she always disobey me. She knows how to reach my peak!

"Candice! Where are you?"

My sweat started to fall as I search for her. One college student told me that she saw a little girl wearing a floral dress who was chasing a butterfly. I thanked her and immediately go to the direction that she told me.

There I saw my sister, running and chasing for a little butterfly. My heart beats rapidly when I knew that she was running towards the street.

"Candice! Don't go to the street!" I was shouting, to the point that my veins almost break as I run faster.

She stopped running when she heard my voice and looked at me. She smiled when she saw the ice cream that I'm holding. She even waved her hands at me.

But... something happened.

I saw a black SUV van, driving to the position where Candice was standing. It happened so fast that I don't remember when was the two ice cream in my hand fell onto the ground.

"Candice!" My voice broke.

I run as fast as I can to reach her. The black SUV immediately drove away, leaving my poor sister lying on the ground unconscious. I saw the logo on the SUV's door and I know who owned it. I've seen it several times in this province.

I knelled on the ground as I held my sister in my arms. My tears begun to fall like rain that constantly pouring. I shakes her shoulders, praying that she will woke up.

"Candice, wake up, please."

My hands are trembling when I felt something wet on her head and when I looked at my hands, that's when the moment I knew that she was bleeding.

"Candice," I whispered as I touched the picture frame of my little sister.

I miss her.

I didn't know that I was crying upon remembering that day. It's been three years since that incident and still the one who should pay for her death was living his life to the fullest.

Law?

Law is useless. The case of my sister was being closed and put into the trash because the persons involved behind it was the Quizon--- the most powerful family known in the Philippines.

The SUV was owned by Aron Quizon, the only son of Mr. And Mrs. Quizon. I know that he was riding it that day, I saw him at the mall before that accident. I tried to explain to the authorities what happened and who was the suspect, but they remain deaf and unspoken, telling me that they will investigate the case.

I wiped my tears when I felt the vibration of my phone inside my pocket. I get it and answer the phone call.

"Lea, what's up?"

It was my friend, Lea Gomez. We are working as a secret agents. We've been friends since college and aside from my parents, she was the most trusted person that I know.

"Boss was looking for you," she said.

I nodded even if she can't see me. I wonder if I have a new mission again. I just hope that it will not be boring like my last one.

"Copy. I'm on my way." I end the call and carefully put back the picture frame above my side table.

I go to my garage and hopped on my black dual sport bike. I put my helmet on and started my engine. I leave my apartment and drove to the way leading our main headquarters.

**

"Wang Jim, a Chinese citizen. He was a notorious drug lord and we still have no clue where he would be now." Sir Wendell handed me the pictures and information about Wang Jim.

This Chinese is a fifty-nine year old bald man. Why does criminals lose their hair as years goes by? I just wonder why most of them almost have no hair.

My forehead wrinkled when I noticed Quizon's name in the last pages of the papers. I looked up to him with confusion.

"Quizon's Company?"

"Yeah." Sir Wendell sat down in his swivel chair and form his hands into triangle before looking at me. "Last year, we received a report that Mr. Wang had a transaction here in the Philippines. The report says that the persons involved are powerful and rich. We conclude that maybe Quizon was one of them."

I winced.

Unbelievable.

Quizon's family was not only a murderer, they're also a drug dealers. What a match.

"Then, what do you want me to do?" I asked and put down the folder.

"I want you to investigate and gathered some clues. Find the files containing all the company's transaction last December. Maybe the Quizon will lead us where Wang Jim was hiding."

"How am I going to do that?"

He smirked and showed me something on his phone. I read what it says and it was a job hiring poster. Before I even react, he spoke.

"Quizons are looking for maids. I think you're qualified in that job."

Hmm... sounds interesting. So I'm going to work at his house? That thought made me smile a little.

Hitting two birds with one stone.

**

The moment I stepped inside the Quizon's mansion, I felt an unexplained feeling of discomfort. Why does the atmosphere out here seems like welcoming me in hell?

I was wearing an old clothes and holding my luggage. One of the maid guided me inside and I roamed my eyes in every details of their mansion. It's too big, but too silent.

I heard footsteps behind me. Even if I didn't turn to looked at him, I know that it was a devil.

His voice lingers in my ears. The time when he opened his mouth and said those words, I literally wants to get my gun inside my bag and plant the bullet in his skull. But I remembered my mission... it's too early for that.

"Cristine Mendoza?"