Unwelcome

03

        This is a bad bad idea,

but despite my inner voice hurling warnings at me I still climb into Saja's black porsche with all the equipment and weapons we need.

      I stare out the window silently listening to Saja's playlist that is blasting out my eardrums.

    Not gonna lie the music is good, but the anxiety gnawing at me is so distracting that shaking my ass to good music isn't my focus right now.

     Saja's chocolate brown eyes are trained on the street, casually eyeing the people walking and different street cameras. She squints her eyes at the road until she finally decides where to put her beloved porsche.

      She parks two streets down from the building and pulls out her phone.

"Danny, is it ready?" she says into it while pulling out a knife from the duffel bag.

    "Yes I just got in and disabled the CCTV, but be careful" He answers, "You only have about..... twenty minutes until they realize that someone hacked into their system"

    "Okay", I sigh and run my hands through my hair. Which is technically a wig that is honey blonde just in case if someone catches sight of me. Last time that happened we had to kill three people.

My eyes stray to the building that we're gonna break into.

     BLACK BUSINESS CO.

     The tall building is expertly designed with modern glass windows that stretch from the floor to the ceiling. Its entrance is fit for royalty, with glass sliding doors and marble floors in the lobby. It roughly looks like it has 12 floors. Its structure is divided into 2 parts: The main building and The private quarters.

As you can see, we have done our research.

      Though as much as it luxury exterior looks enticing, no one is inside. Yes there are security guards placed in nearly every entrance. But there are no lights open indicating that there isn't any activity inside which is a good sign for us and an unfortunate one for Dear Alan.

    Saja shuts the car and adjusts her skirt while I fiddle with the knife strapped at my thigh,

     "You ready?" I tell her,

and she nods throwing me a handgun which I tuck into my bra.

I smile,

       the last time we did something like this was ages ago. As weird as it sounds, I really enjoy fucking with dicky peoples lives. They're all just so used to being untouchable that when something happens it always catches them by surprise and best of all it drives them fucking crazy when they don't find out who did it.

       I mean two years ago we stole about 1 tonne worth of illegal cargo out of the Mexican Mafia's depot in LA and I just sat back and enjoyed the show of the Don bitching about it to Alan in our living room. I still have the recording of it.

     "What is your bitch-ass smiling about? We're about to break into a dangerously guarded building, wipe that smirk off"

      Saja's irritated voice snaps me back to the present.

I make a face at her before replying,

      "You're just jealous you aren't doing the fun bit,

besides we haven't done this shit in ages"

        "There's nothing wrong with being the getaway driver, its fun as well" she snaps, crossing her arms defensively.