Vesta's Point of View.
I never knew fake diamonds were being sold. I never imagined that, but then Fada sent Helen and me to do just that, because we would be needing them for our next mission. The whole idea of "buying money with diamonds" sounded ridiculous, but that's what we were doing.
We arrived at the coordinates Fada gave us, and immediately, security was on high alert. They stopped us to check on us. The organization's management knew we might be law enforcement, so they double-checked us thoroughly. They searched for trackers, hidden cameras, voice recorders, or anything that could expose their job, the fake diamond selling.
After I was cleared, it was Helen's turn. The man with the scanner moved swiftly over the rest of her body, but when he got to her chest, he intentionally delayed the scanner there, the scanner almost touching Helen's breasts. It was obvious he was captivated by her bust. The moment the scanner touched her breast, my mind, I was saying, "You can't do that to Helen, you idiot!"
At that same instant, just like Helen, my tough sister had gone through my mind. Helen headbutted him. He dropped like a stone, his nose undoubtedly broken. I couldn't help but burst out laughing, because what I was thinking had manifested so perfectly.
Several men immediately rose, ready for a fight. Helen was ready to engage, but I quickly put an end to the rising conflict, assuring them we were strictly there for business. Their superior emerged from within and ushered us in. As we walked past, Helen stuck out her tongue and wiggled it, a childish but satisfying taunt.
We negotiated, secured the fake diamonds, and headed back home.
Milan's Point of View
The two weeks the girls were gone felt like two months. Their absence made our usually bustling home feel like a bachelor's house.
Charles was so busy, he even made it even more complicated by spending all his time glued to the computer, carried away in his research.
About a week in, boredom got the better of me, and I joined him. We started gathering data on our targets, but the nature of the deals and their locations made planning a nightmare. Still, it's our job to figure it out, and we needed to craft something brilliant. The only silver lining was that no mission would launch until the girls were back.
For now, Charles and I have focused on monitoring our targets, eagerly awaiting their return.
During that two-week break, Charles had a change of heart. He initially wanted us to lay low for a few months, given the police's increasing search for us. But his new discoveries were too significant to ignore, truly invaluable.
So, when the girls finally came home, he laid everything out. I honestly expected them to be upset, especially since Charles had previously said we wouldn't be going on any missions soon. Instead, they seemed perfectly at ease with the idea, even excited. They are just used to this life.
Charles declared we needed to "exercise our relaxed muscles." We had three missions on the table, but the very next one would be entirely gun-free. That meant tactical. Very tactical. We would need to be incredibly brilliant to pull it off.
Just yesterday, the girls returned, and they immediately plunged into field training. We needed to be mentally and physically prepared. Charles watched them, a satisfied "Wow, just what I wanted to see" escaping his lips. Their quick response to training after their break confirmed his theory: "All work, no play makes Jack a dull boy" was spot on. He had sent them on the break precisely to ease their stress.
After five days of intense training, we sat down to iron out the details of the upcoming mission. When Charles mentioned "buying money with diamonds," I was initially confused until he explained. Vesta and Helen had gone to acquire the fake diamonds we would be using.
We needed them to outbid genuine buyers and then sell the weapon back. Our targets: a group of four billionaire men vying for a multi-million-dollar nuclear weapon in a bidding war. My daughters were far too young to pose as billionaires; it would instantly expose us and likely lead to failure, drawing unwanted attention as intruders.
That's why I will be going with them, playing the role of the billionaire, while they act as my personal security.
Ace's comment, "I can't wait to be on the field with mother," brought a smile to my face.
Only Ace, Helen, and I would show our faces in the auction room. The others would await confirmation of our success. This would be my first time on the field with my daughters.
We arrived at the island where the auction was planned. The security personnel challenged us, claiming their guest list was complete. The supervisor was adamant about not letting us in.
When I realized he would not allow us in, I moved behind Helen. I lifted and bounced her busty breasts.
"These are for you," I said, "and an extra one hundred thousand dollars if you let me in and that nuclear weapon becomes mine."
I watched, utterly unsurprised, as his professional demeanor vanished. His trousers suddenly raised by his hard, his mean face changed into one of desperate anxiety. He immediately barked orders at his men to let us through.
Upon entering the auction room, all eyes quickly gathered towards us. "Females? What are females doing here? What good is the price in their hands?" one man scoffed.
I met his gaze. "It's our turn to rule the world," I declared, lying that this nuclear weapon would be my fifth acquisition. I told them the world would soon submit to me, once my mission was complete. I pointed out that I had invited myself, and their only concern was my gender. I ended my introduction with a firm statement: I was going home with that nuclear weapon, because I would outbid them all.