EMERALD

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EMERALD GONZALES.

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runaway.

another day, another successful heist for the whole jewel team. well, it is not yet successful since we are still running away in our getaway car, but upon looking at the rear view mirror, there are no blue and red blinking lights from police cars chasing us. a smile forms in my lips as i settle back on my seat and sigh happily.

a clean getaway.

rounds of joyous laughters rumble in the backseat and the scent of money floats in the air. i crane my neck to see what my friends are doing and see them tossing the money back and forth at each other, the floor of the car covered with tons of cash. it was an extremely difficult heist to execute. it took us a whole month to plan, and one whole day to do.

"emili, where to now?"

i snapped back to reality and went back to facing forward, slightly leaning to face the one who just called me by my fake name.

perry davis. with her blue doll eyes and perfectly straightened blonde hair, she looks like someone who should be doing modelling as a job and not a drag racer. initially, we met in an illegal drag racing back in germany, and since we are short with one member, i asked her if she would love to be a part of our team. perry is our newest addition in our team "the jewel" and her assigned role is to drive us as fastly and safely as she can. she did beat me in the racing match, so i know she is one of the best drivers one could have for their heist team. she is an essential to the group.

everyone in the jewel is an essential member to carry out a plan and execute it smoothly.

"back to the apartment in our plan," i say plainly as i rest my head in the passenger window. my eyes feeling heavy since i have been awake at four o'clock in the morning, revisiting the plan over and over again and making sure not to fuck it up.

"oh come on em, fuck that! that man benjamin didn't even know we stole all of his money and jewellery in his house, so we're in the clear already. i say let's go celebrate this successful heist in a club!" upon finishing that statement, a bundle of cash landed on my lap and i groan at the person who just threw this on to me. i pick it up and look at the backseat once again, and glare at the man who is already flashing me his one million dollar grin.

niall james horan. with his ocean blue eyes that you can easily get lost into, you will not even realise he is doing his magic on you: pickpocketing. he is also great at putting up a façade and switching into acting with different people, a talented grifter one could say. since sixteen, he has been bleaching the ends of his hair blonde and other colours, we often have matching hair colour. two weeks ago we chose lilac pink, so we have been sporting pink ever since. niall has been my best friend since we met in a grocery store back in new york city. we are often called as bonnie and clyde, since we started stealing that started as small thievery until we kicked off doing larger and heavy thieving operations and one by one, we met everyone in the jewel along the way. niall is my ride or die, the best non-biological brother one could ever had.

he is literally just the best person ever in my life and i will take a bullet for him, any time at any day.

"et aussi, nous n'avons pas été saouls depuis si longtemps! loosen up, emi pee," the bright platinum blonde with honey eyes chuckles, backing up niall in the process.

i scowl and narrow my eyes at her "stop calling me pee, z."

the french woman laughs louder to taunt me further and i roll my eyes at her.