After the Heist

Going back home

Lou's POV:

2 months had passed since the last heist. What a day. After weeks of planning and preparing, the plan was successful. We were able to steal the luxurious Toussaint and with it came $38 million each. We all had a different plan for when the heist was over. Nine ball opened a huge pool hall in New York to live up to her name, which it did. Tammy opened a massive warehouse to sell everything she had stolen in the past. Rose was able to build a name for herself once again and opened a new fashion space for her designs. Amita chose romance, she met a guy on tinder and went to Paris for a first date. Constance bought herself an apartment and became an influencer and youtube star. Finally, Debbie didn't do anything with the money right away, but instead, she was curious to find out if her brother, Danny, really did die.

I am an avid motorcyclist, so with my millions, I bought myself a nice bike and headed west. I spent the next couple of weeks riding around San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Santa Barbara, but none of them felt like home. I was lacking danger, excitement, passion, and most of all, adrenaline. After hours of travel, I arrived in Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps.

I met some incredible guys, who took me to play poker in an underground illegal game. That felt more like home to me. The place was dark, there were security guards holding guns at the entrance, and people gambling on huge amounts of money. More money than one can possibly spend in a lifetime. Soon enough, I found a new passion - gambling. It brought me the kind of excitement I hadn't felt in a long time, well, since the last heist.

To be honest, I hadn't kept in contact with any of the girls since. However, I kind of did miss them. Sometimes, as I play poker and make a mistake, I can imagine Debbie making fun of me, or Tammy saying how I shouldn't be playing underground poker games when I could do it legally in casinos.

Las Vegas was fun, but I was still not 100% fulfilled with my life. I needed more. After hours of thinking I decided to go back to New York, even though I hate it. The trash everywhere, the cars honking on every stop sign, and the people. I didn't really know why I was going back, call it intuition. But I knew that New York was calling me once again.

I went home, grabbed all my stuff, even if it was just a small bag, and headed back to New York. As soon as I got there, I knew why I had come. I came to look for Debbie. I knew she would have something, she always has something up her sleeve.