Drive Me Wild

Chapter 4 - Abigail

The car journey felt long and drawn out. Nerves settled like a blanket in the car. Mason knew I was in a fragile state at the moment given his murderous rampage he had just been on that scared me half to death, yet he didn't spare me a glance. If anything he was most likely still figuring out his plan as usual. It had always been like this; Mason would still be adjusting the plan by the time it came to carrying it out.

"Please tell me you thought this out properly," I begged.

"Don't worry, I almost have it formulated." He beamed.

"That means you haven't then."

"No, but I know it's going to work," Mason reassures.

"What happens if I get caught?" I questioned.

"You won't and that's a promise." He winks, trying to lighten the atmosphere in the car.

"I'll hold you to that." I snap.

Mason dramatically rolls his eyes, he had too much confidence in this mission. I on the other hand was taking deep breaths to try and calm myself; never in my life did I think I would be stealing money.

My heart rate sped up when the car started following the road for the club. I couldn't do this, no way in hell. I was going to get killed, or something bad was going to happen to me. It was all too much to think about. Before I knew it, I had set myself off again.

"Shit, Abbie please calm down." Mason panics.

"I really can't do this Mason, I'm sorry." I sob.

At this point I had completely lost it; big sobs were coming out of my little body. Mason sat there staring at her, uncertain of what to do. He had never known how to deal with women who were upset, let alone me.

"I promise that as soon as my debt is paid off, I won't bother you anymore." He promises.

"How do I know that you won't end up getting yourself into debt again?"

"You have my word that it won't happen again."

"I don't believe your word."

"I understand, I can help you."

"I want out of this place, there's nothing here for me," I complain.

"I'll help you with that, I know a better place to go."

"Thank you."

By that point, I had started to calm down, sobs had subsided, and my body's shaking became less violent. Maybe I could do this after all. A better life was promised for me.

"Have you got anything to put the money in?" I ask.

"Your backpack should fit everything nicely. Usually the safe contains bills stacked with one hundred thousand at a time." Mason explains. "You should only need two or three stacks.

"Okay, I'll head in now." I shyly whisper.

I slowly climb out of the car and shut the door with shaky hands. Deep breaths were coming out to calm me down. I didn't want to draw attention to myself and make people think I was distressed.

The club had a hectic atmosphere to it. The whole dance floor was full of drunk people grinding up against each other. The strong smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and sweat engulfed my nose. Maybe there was a greater chance of getting out alive than I thought.

Trying to blend in, I decided to head to the bar and buy a drink to hopefully settle the nerves in my stomach. As I glanced around the club, I noticed a lot of stares from random men in my direction. None of them dared to go near me though, I must have looked a state. The makeup I had applied to cover up my red puffy eyes was probably all gone from my last crying session.

After fifteen minutes of sitting at the bar and no diversion created, I decided to do some looking for myself.

It took a while to find the door that said, 'staff only'. Two big men were stationed outside the door, obviously only letting people in that they knew. Hopefully, Mason could come and create a diversion soon.

"Get off me you asshole!" A woman distresses.

I was surprised that the screams could be heard so well over the music, although it did come in handy.

The men immediately ran away from the door and I took it as the chance to run straight through it.

Right away a long corridor greeted me with multiple doors located on either side. No time was wasted trying to find out which one was the office. There were many different rooms, none of which represented what I needed it to be.

Finally, I open the door to a small but modern office. It had a large mahogany desk which took up most of the room. A dark atmosphere was present throughout the room, the blinds were closed not allowing any sort of light in. In the corner of the room, the safe poked out from the wall. Whoever was in here last left it open making her task stupidly easy.

Swiftly, I opened my bag and put in three rolls of banknotes, as Mason requested. Greed was getting the best of me, there was plenty of money in the safe and this money could give me a chance to live easy for a while. Who wouldn't want that? Before I could think about it anymore, I stuffed another four rolls of notes in my bag.

Making my way to the door again, I heard a click of the lock. All the colour drained from my face and my head went light. My hand moved to the door handle without thinking and to my dismay, the door wouldn't budge. A key was needed to unlock it and I didn't have it.

A veil of sadness washed over me, I had one job and failed. Mason was going to be so disappointed.

Quietly, I trudged over to the corner of the room and dropped to the floor. My head found itself resting on top of my knees with my arms shielding my face. I had been caught and there was no way I could make it out alive.

Sobs wracked out of me once again, this time for what was lost. Mason was going to get murdered because he was too incompetent to pay off the debt and I would get murdered for stealing from a gang. How could I have been so stupid?

I wasn't sure how much time had passed since cowering into the corner, time had merged into one long minute.

The lock clicking and the door opening had my head peeking out from under my arms. I must have looked awful, but I didn't care at that moment. My face dropped when I saw who came through the door. Surely it couldn't be...

"Well if it isn't my little waitress."