In a high stakes game of manipulation and ruthlessness can love really blossom or is that all lies too? A group of con artists take on a huge con but will this be their undoing, or will it be the start of something beautiful? This is a Max Burnett...
"If I'd known pulling off a con would be that much easier when pregnant I've have done this sooner" You joke, walking into the bar, placing a bag on the counter supporting a newly protruding baby bump.
"I thought you said no more" Tipsy chuckled, walking over and giving you a hug.
"One last job, I've got a new challenge coming" You stroke your belly. Max walks in with his bag, a fresh new jacket and shades. He and Tipsy talk and say their goodbyes as you turn to the bar and talk to Sam. "its all yours" you say, handing over a large file and an envelope to a confused Sam.
"You're giving me the bar?" He asks after reading.
"Yep, it's all yours, I've empties the office." You smile "and there's a little something to say thank you for all you've done for me, for us." His eyes widen as he looks in the envelop.
"Fuck. . .thank you Y/N. . ."
"You're a solid guy Sammy." You shake his hand before looking around the place "take care of her" you say fondly.
"You ready to go?" Max comes over, wrapping his arms round you.
"Yeah, I am" you beam as you nestle into him.
"So England?" Tipsy says as you both head towards the door.
"Yes, a fresh start. . . we've pissed off too many people and I want my baby safe." You say.
"We'll its sad to see you both go but I think you made the right choice." Tipsy says "ride to the airport?" He asks.
"Yeah maybe you could take us in your new Porsche?"
"My new?" Tipsy pauses? "You mean I can keep it?" He claps his hands walking out of the bar with you. "Fuck yeah, you know If you need help with money guys. . ." You all laugh.
"Ah the Porsche is a two seater, shall we take the SUV?" As you load the bags in and sit in the back of the car while Tipsy drives you, you lean into Max thinking about your future together, sure, you didn't think either of you would leave the game, no way it was in your blood but now there was to be an element of carefulness you had to factor in, baby bump. You say your goodbyes once more before heading onto the plane.
"I can't believe we're doing this . . ." Max says happily looking at you, he looks at you like he'd won the lottery, or stolen the lottery a deep and tender love.
"A fresh start. . ." You look back at him.
"We're going to have to be even shaper now" he looks at your belly, placing a hand on it and giving it a rub.
"Yes, we are. . " you agree as you both look back at each other.
"Mr and Mrs Burnett?" You both look up to the stewardess who approaches you.
"Thats us" she beams warmly at the two of you, noticing your wedding rings on the hands covering the baby bump.
"Your seats have been upgraded to first class, on behalf of the airline we're so sorry to hear you were treated so poorly at check in." She hands you two new tickets "If you would like to follow me." She motions towards the front of the plane. You look at Max who gives you a wink before helping you up and out of your seats. "Please let us know if there is anything else we can do for you, and congratulations" she says and you nod, thanking her, you both sit down in first class in the seats next to each other.
"You just can't help yourself can you?" You preen as he looks at you.
"Only the best for my darling wife" He says "after all, she is the boss" He gives you another look or sheer devotion.
"I'm all yours Max" you say fondly reaching out to hold his hand.
"And I'm yours" he replies back, he squeezes your hand lovingly before the Pilot does his PA announcing the upcoming take off.
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