Vienna ~ La Casa de Papel

Not a Heist Anymore...

"Tokyo, they've accepted." The professor told her over the walkie talkie. "At 8am tomorrow in exchange for 40 hostages and their police, he will be here."

She sighed of relief and then put her head in her hands. That was it, we were getting Rio back.

8am:

We had lined the hostages up at the door ready along with the police. I had never seen Tokyo so excited.

She waited impatiently at the window while me, Denver and Helsinki stood guarding the hostages.

We heard the cheering outside, and I also heard the cars pull up, I knew Rio was inside one of them.

Tokyo came running into the room and the professor had given us the green light to open the doors.

Denver pushed the button, and the hostages ran out as Rio ran in.

He was crying happy and he looked so handsome wearing a suit and his hair all done up.

He gasped at seeing Tokyo and then she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He then turned to see Denver.

"Brother!" Denver chuckled and then hugged him.

He then saw me.

"Nice to see you again gorgeous." He hugged me tightly. "What the fuck are you doing in the Bank of Spain?"

"All for you." I smiled at him and then Tokyo grabbed his arm and started tugging him towards her.

"Sorry everyone, but now it's my turn." She smirked and they both went into the upstairs bathroom with a bath in it. We all knew they were going up there to fuck.

"Close the doors." Helsinki told me.

I pushed the button and then suddenly, someone dived into the building.

I took my gun out straight away and so did Helsi.

"Don't shoot I'm unarmed!" He panicked and lifted his head up to reveal his face. "I'm Arturo Roman!"

"Arturito?" I asked confused and then looked at Denver who had the same look as me on his face.

10 minutes later:

Stockholm was in the shared bathroom with him, checking he had no hidden weapons and making him change into the jumpsuit.

Everything was going well so far and I hadn't felt this happy in a while, although a lingering feeling stayed with me.

I went to the upstairs bathroom after hearing Monica shouting and then opened the door.

"My son's name is Cincinnati, and you will never see him in you're entire life!" She shouted pointing a gun at his head. Neither of them had seen me yet. "You disgust me."

"Shoot me then!" He shouted back at her. "Because you know damn well that when you and Denver die, I will be the closest thing that kid has to a family! So shoot me!"

I shot my gun to the side of him, nearly hitting him. He gasped and turned to see me with his hands up.

"What has this piece of shit done to you?" I asked Monica.

"Nothing, just leave it." She replied quickly. "But can you finish this?"

I nodded and then she walked out. I happened to look down at his crotch and see the hard on, I then knew what the motherfucker did.

I grabbed the jumpsuit on the chair and shoved it in his face.

"The only reason I haven't killed you already is because I'm not going to make Monica stressed, but if you ever put your hands on her again, next time the bullet will go in your head. Trust me, I don't miss." I whispered.