How to steal billions - Money Heist 2

Chapter 25: Almost Losing Control

There was now only three days left till D-Day. Berlin's suspicion grew more and more, as he saw how Denver treated his wife.

"It's almost D-Day! Can you guys believe it?" Palermo said cheerfully, looking at everyone that literally looked like they've just walked out of a bush.

"Yay..." Nairobi said in a fake way.

"Oh, guys cheer up. I believe that the fun part is almost happening." Berlin said standing next to his best friend, in front of the classroom.

"How the fuck am I supposed to cheer up when I'm technically leaving my son?" Denver said, as he didn't want Stockholm to be in the heist and was afraid to die. "And what if I don't survive? My son won't have a father."

"Listen. No matter how things get, children always turn out to be okay."

"You won't die, Denver. None of us will, okay?" Stockholm tried cheering him up.

"Less then 50% yeah I don't think so."

"Do you want to back out, Denver?" Berlin asked.

The whole class went silently. Denver just kept quiet.

"Class is over." The Professor said, looking at everyone.

"Well, now that drama is over. Party at my bedroom Nairobi, Seoul are there permanently." Tokyo took her notebook.

Seoul and Nairobi just turned to each other, looking. As they didn't even know that Tokyo was hosting a party.

But the two started smirking at each other, knowing this is going to be a hell of a party.

"All of you are welcome." Seoul grinned.

"Mhm, exactly. Even the teachers." Nairobi commented.

"Aren't they too old?" Tokyo had an evil grin on her face. But she just received a glare from the Professor, Lisbon, Palermo and Berlin. "Oh, come on. Take a joke." She said.

~~~

Seoul was changing into her training clothes, as her and Denver was about to go boxing outside in the lovely sunny weather.

Suddenly she heard three, gentle knocks on her door.

It was Denver at the door. "Seoul, are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes. In a minute!" She said as she was making a high ponytail. "You can come in."

Denver slowly opened the door, looking at the bedroom. "You and Berlin's bedroom is organised. If you look at me and Stockholm's bedroom, it's all fucked up."

"I mean, you two do sleep with a child, in the same room." She chuckled.

"You're, right."

"Well, I'm finished. Shall we go?"

Denver nodded.

As the two finally reached where they were supposed to be, they were chit-chatting. As friends.

"So, how do we start this? Do I just hit you?" She said jokily.

"Yeah, basically. I can handle it."

"Wait, I was joking..."

"How would you show your fighting skills to me? By hitting on some hard pillow?" He started his signature laugh.

"Oh, well..." She said awkwardly, as she didn't know which move she should do.

"Start when you're ready." He smiled.

Seoul slowly walked backwards, as she ran over to Denver to jump over him and she used his body to propel hers in the air. She wrapped her legs around his head and made him crash to the green glass.

Denver just lied down there on the floor, surprised. "Damn girl, I am 100% sure that you have the skills for it." He said cheerfully.

"I hope I didn't hurt you." She gave him her hand to help him get up.

"Don't worry, as you already know I'm the King of bar fights." He started laughing again.

"Of course. How could I forget?" She chuckled.

As Seoul and Denver started training together, and him helping Seoul with her fighting skills, which already seemed like she had everything in control.

Little did they know that Satan was watching them almost the whole time, drinking his fine wine, as he already knew that Denver and Seoul would train together.

He slowly walked towards them, smirking. Not his signature one, more like his giving Denver a warning. "What a lovely sunny day, right?"

"I agree." Seoul walked over to him, looking up at his brown eyes, wrapping her arms around him.

"Yeah..." Denver said.

"Why so down, Denver?" He said, smiling back at his wife, and looked at Denver.

"No reason, just being myself."

"Well, I shouldn't be bothering your lecture together, hm? I shall leave now." He kissed Seoul's cheek.

"Wait, don't you want to stay here, Señor?"

"Sure. I need a approval from, my good friend Denver." He smirked.

"Yeah, you can stay. I don't mind." He just looked at him.

"By the way, are you two coming to the party?" She asked.

"That's not even a fucking question, of course I am!" He started doing a small dance. "Ahaha."

"You got nice dancing skills there, huh?" She chuckled.

"Well, I'll show you more later today. And you Berlin, are you coming?"

"Im not sure, I don't want to babysit some bunch of idiots again." He took a sip of his wine.

"Oh, when we played back in Toledo?" Seoul questioned him.

"As a father I do understand Berlin's pain, because remember when he had to carry you back to your bedroom? You were too drunk, Seoul.

"The reason he did that was because Tokyo dared you to kiss me. Oh well, let's close this conversation." She awkwardly said.

"I wouldn't want my girl to kiss with other men, now would I? Right, Denver?" Berlin said.

"Yes, I'm sure. I wouldn't want Stockholm to kiss other men." He said.

"I'll let you two finish your lecture together. I'll see you two in a bit." Berlin said as he was finished drinking all of the wine that was in the glass.

"Alright, see you later." Denver slightly smiled.

"See you, Señor." Seoul kissed him on the lips before he left.

"Now, let me see what other kinds of moves you got." Denver said.

"Alright." She backed a bit further away, and ran up to him and took him down with a flying head scissors.

And again he ended up on the grass.

"Fuck. How many times did I end up on the grass?"

"I'm not sure. I'm not even sure how many times I've helped you get back up."

"Shut up, dumbo." He chuckled.

~~~

Berlin grabbed some purple grapes, Whiskey and a glass.

Last but not least a pistol.

He walked to the shooting area. He wanted to shoot at targets, as the anger, irritation, heat, annoyance, jealousy, madness rage, running through his veins.

When he finally got there he stared coldly at the pistol, then shot at the target directly at the heart.

He poured himself a glass of Whiskey.

"What are you doing to me, cariño?" He thought to himself.