On the way back to his house Matthew dropped by the bank and deposited ten thousand dollars into his account, fifty thousand in his parents' account, and twenty thousand in his brother's account. He was still left with four-hundred thousand dollars. On his way home he donated one-hundred thousand to a charity he passed by, not leaving his name.

While he walked down the sidewalk he spotted a trash can on the side. He took the gloves from his pocket, threw them on the ground and stomped on them, grinding them into the dirt. After, he picked them up and tossed them in the garbage. He continued on his way suitcase dangling from his fingers. Three-hundred thousand dollars. Matthew wondered what he was going to do with that. When were his brother's football fees due again? He could pay for that as well as the bills this month. He had long since paid off the mortgage to their house.

Matthew thought about his family. His dad: Arthur Kirkland, his papa: Francis Bonnefoy, and his brother: Alfred Kirkland-Bonnefoy. He wondered how they haven't found out about his occupation yet. But then again, Matthew was very cautious about things like that. His parents' disapproval would crush him, that, he knew. Without Matthew's realization, he found himself walking face first into the door of his home. Wow, his sub-conscience motor skills were horrible. He opened the door and walked in while rubbing his nose.

"MATTIE!" Alfred cried before 'glomping' his twin. Matthew blinked in surprise before looking at his brother questioningly.

"What's wrong, Al?"

"Where were you? You got a call after school and bolted. It's totally not cool for you to be ditching me, the hero!" The blue-eyed teen exclaimed loudly before bursting out in laughter that, to anyone else, would seem hysterical. Fortunately, Matthew was used to this so he didn't think that his brother was about to have a mental breakdown.

"When's your football fee due?" Matthew asked hoping to avoid the topic of his past whereabouts. His brother abruptly stopped his boisterous laughter and put on a thoughtful face.

"Friday, I think." Alfred replied. Matthew blanched. Today was Thursday.

"Al, what day is it today?" Said person started counting on his fingers and mumbling under his breath.

"It's… Thursday!" He cried triumphantly before his eyes widened. "Tomorrow is Friday, isn't it?" He asked hanging his head.

"That's usually how the days go." Matthew said before crossing his arms and leaning on one leg. "How much?" Alfred's eyes snapped up to his brothers.

"Two hundred dollars, why?" Alfred asked curiously. Matthew rolled his eyes and asked his brother to hold his suitcase (which Alfred proclaimed appeared out of now where) as he opened it. He pulled out two one hundred dollar bills and handed it to the gaping twin as he closed and took back the case.

"Where do you get all this money from, bro? Dad and Papa are really worried about it. They think you're selling hard-core drugs." Alfred said taking the offered hundreds and glancing at the boy suspiciously. Matthew gave a soft chuckle.

"I don't sell drugs, Al. I just have a good paying job." The lighter blonde replied before walking into the kitchen. "When are they getting home, anyways?" He added hoping to change the subject. Of course it worked because, fortunately, Alfred has a very short attention span.

"They should be home around 5-ish I think." He sung happily. Alfred is generally a happy person. Matthew nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright, I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back before 5." The violet-eyed teen told his brother. Alfred stared at him curiously with his bright blue eyes.

"Where are you going? Can I come?" He asked excited. Matthew blinked and bit his lip.

"I really don't think that's the best idea, Al." He said hesitantly. He shifted his gaze back and forth until they landed on Alfred again. "Oh God no." Matthew whispered. Alfred was giving him the puppy dog eyes. Weapons of mass destruction if you asked Matthew. He sighed.

"Pleeeaaaaasssseeeeee!" Alfred whined. Matthew had forgotten his glasses at his headquarters and really didn't want Alfred knowing where he goes almost every day after school. With a whispered merde Matthew finally gave in.

"Okay, but you're going to have to do everything I say okay?" Alfred rejoiced with a fist pump and Matthew sighed.