His Bloody Smile | ✓

08 - bullets

"there were sirens in the beat of your heart"

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I walked through the wooden hallways, my trainers squeaking on the floors unsatisfyingly. I had my tablet in my hands as I looked for my boss to notify him about some details concerning the burglary.

The day of the heist had finally arrived, and Andrew was all over the place. He had been on edge for a few days, but I had disregarded it until now. A loud clatter made me jump when I entered the kitchen, and I overheard someone cursing under their breath.

"Fuck."

"Andrew?" I asked, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I failed to put the mug on the counter," he grinned. I strolled over to him and eyed the broken mug on the floor; coffee was spilt everywhere. I noticed his hands were slightly twitching, making me sigh in frustration.

"Stop drinking coffee," I snapped, "You are too energised."

"I need to stay awake, love."

"How much coffee did you drink?"

"Seven cups...?" he said with a lopsided smile.

Andrew was an avid coffee drinker and always had a mug or two before a job. I would typically prevent him from pouring himself a third cup, but I had clearly screwed up my first mission of the day.

Watching Andrew get apprehensive over a heist would forever be astonishingly uncanny to me; I had adjusted so much to his usual frolicsome manners that seeing him nervous was a rare occasion.

"That would be enough, no more coffee." I picked up the pieces of the white mug and threw them in the bin as he propped himself on one of the nearby stools. "Let me clean this mess."

When I was done wiping the floor, I placed the cloth back in its place and sat down next to Andrew, who was gazing at me with a ridiculous grin on his face.

"What's up, love?" he inquired, "You were trying to find me, right?"

"Your crew is ready," I replied, ignoring his smirk, "I made sure they were provided with their respective weapons and checked everyone had their masks." I stared down at my tablet. "Also, your clothes are waiting for you in your room, and your guns are in the garage."

"What about the transport?"

"The vans are on their way as we speak," I answered, "Two hackers are inside the hotel and waiting for you to arrive." The list of the staff had helped us slip in a few of Andrew's employees beforehand.

"Everything is ready?" he asked.

"Everything is ready," I repeated.

"Great, now the fun part can begin." He stood up and gestured for me to accompany him, and I obliged.

We strolled back to his bedroom, where he began scouring the walk-in closet for his clothes. He took off his dark shirt, revealing his tattooed chest and flat stomach. I immediately glanced down at my tablet and inadvertently avoided him.

"I-I am going to be following you to The Wynn," I stuttered, "I will be a few streets away to guide you in case you need help."

Andrew stopped moving, making me look at him again. He was still shirtless, and a bulletproof vest was in his hands, but he was staring at me.

"Take the shotgun," he ordered me.

"I will; do not worry," I reassured him. We gazed into each other's eyes for a brief moment before Andrew dropped the vest on his bed and seized a white tank top instead.