Trapped In Lace [DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.]

Chapter 3

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Ew!

There is an old fat fuck and a chick hitting it up! 

The old man is on top of the girl who looks to be around 20. He is basically just lying atop her breasts because he can't hold his own weight. It is so obvious that he's not doing a good job because of the fake moans the girls was making.

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After I'm finished throwing up and gagging. I crouch and walk past the window, not like they would notice me anyway. 

Once I am past the graphic scene, I spot an open window. It's to easy... 

Do they know?

No! I would've been dead by now if they did! Yeah! Yeah..

I look inside the window checking that the coast it clear. Once I've finished checking, I climb through into a massive gym. I've got to admit, these gangsters have good style! The gym is a dark grey colour and has ominous blue lighting.

Good to know the people will be a good sight to see before I die if I do. What- Hm? You didn't hear anything from me...

I breeze through the gym after making sure the window is sort of open for a quick and easy exit afterwards. I reach the door to leave them gym, I push it open, but not before I have my gun ready and loaded in front of my torso. 

The coast is clear. However, there is a distant chatter in the hallway. But not for a little while yet. I continue down the corridor with my hearing and sight being the main components I am using. The sound of my footsteps are almost undetectable to the ear. Almost. 

As I travel through the maze of hallways I finally see the main office. I listen through the thick mahogany door and confirm that there is nobody in the room. 

I quietly open the heavy door with no sound whatsoever. It has a lot of books on the walls, and behind a desk as a large floor-to-ceiling window with a view of a garden and forest. 

I walk over to the built in desk and scan through some things that are scattered there. 

I spot a folder, it was a nude brown and had writing on it. I recognised it to be Italian. God I wish I paid attention in my Italian classes. I lecture myself. It says 'SEGRETISSIMO. NON LEGGERE.' 

I ignore it because I am only going to focus on the main things I need to complete the job. I am not going to be staying here longer then needed. 

I take my attention off from the folder and look around the room. Where would a gangster hide a safe?...  I instantly spot a painting. Predictable. I walk over to it and pull on the edges, it finally pops of with a satisfying click and I place it gently on the wall beside the safe.

What was the code again?

Oh yeah, it's H-C#448372.

I finish putting in the code and open the steal safe. 

HOLY. SHIT.

Hundreds of cash stacks and gold bars are scattered inside it. How can someone afford to have this in the most obvious place unguarded? After I am done ogling the millions in front of me, I scrap them into my duffel bag until the shiny surface is visible.

If that is around 2 million then how much is everything worth altogether?!

I next look inside of drawers and managed to find a couple hundreds and fifties, plus a few guns and daggers. 

After I completely clear the whole room of anything with a significant worth, I jog my way to the doors again and peak out. It's still clear.

This is way too easy...

Are they stupid? Or are they very tactical?..

Once again ignoring my thoughts I continue forward until I reach the sight of the bedroom where the jewellery is supposed to be kept.

Entering the bedroom is luxurious, it is so beautiful, I almost don't want to steal from it. But I have too. It's my job. I have to. Do I?..

Yes you do! Stop second guessing yourself! You're so weak!

I sigh and continue to finish the heist. I manage to locate the jewellery box. I speed-walk over to it and gently lift the lid. It felt like a movie. A red light graced my face and shun into my eyes, expressing it's beauty to me. 

Oh my god. They are amazing, I wish I could keep them for myself. But beggars can't be choosers! I shrug to myself and close the box and stuff it into the almost full duffel bag. 

 Time for the hard part. Getting back out again. 

I check the hallway before sneaking out and jogging down silently. 

Ever since I was 18, I have trained and trained to be the best thief in the world. The story is, when I finally moved out at 18. I thought I had it all, I thought the world was my oyster and I didn't know how horrible and hard it is to survive without anyone. I was oblivious to it all. 

I ended up on the streets, I was cold, hurt, scared. Until boss found me. He brought me to the office and let me stay there then offered me a job 'working' for him. Let's just say he was my devil. He was an angel, now he's a demon. 

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A.N-

I got logged out of my account and it wouldn't let me back in ;-; and when I finally got on my account it wouldn't  let me see my stories. Luckily its working now but it gave me such a fright 😭🥹🥲.

Are ya'll enjoying the book atm? Who's your fav character out of the ones introduced so far?!

And don't worry! The ehem- daddy's- will come in soon 😏😉

-Babe-