Her name was Jenna. Jenna Bakers. She didn't have a normal childhood like 90% of her friends did. Since as a young girl she had to learn how to survive in the streets. In the Latino ghetto she lived in she learned a lot, steal, lie and break many he...
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NEXT DAY
*ring ring ring ring ring ring*
»Hello? Chello?«
»Hola J-J, I have some bad news for you...«
Jenna looked up to the sunset, watching the city from a hill having access to admire the whole city, with its lights and advertisements decorating the huge skyscrapers. She sighed, knowing exactly what he meant by that.
On the other end of the phone line she could hear him pressing some random buttons, similar to some Star Wars type of shit and then silence. He gave her a loud, kind of playfully sigh. »Yeah, I'm sorry.«
»Chello...? What are you doing? I keep hearing some beep boops beep boops.«, Jenna asked imitating the noises she perceived from the other side. Furrowing her eyebrows she walked around a little to not lose her mind, fidgeting on her shirt like some mentally unstable person. Even tho she is.
Then it got silent at Chellos side, but not long after he started to speak »Since that stupid, fucki-«, he cut himself off and talked in a calmer tone again. »Since the owner of the helicopter couldn't make it, cause this shitface fled to fucking Istanbul for personal reasons... He's in fucking TURKEY! can you believe that?!« he snaps, coughing his sudden out burst off. »Ehem, anyway... look up chica.« Jenna didn't understand, what did he mean by that? Turning her head up to the night turning sky she firstly amazed the few stars that were bright enough to shine even for the light pollution and then she saw a star blinking. Green red, green red. Her eyes widen
»HOLY FUCKING SHIT?! CHELL! DID YOU STOLE A JET?!«, shocked she tried to make out the shape of the jet that was flying above her. «Duh. I know how bad your patience is. Soooo, I burrowed a private jet from someone... », he gave her a chuckle.
Her breathing quickened and she almost felt the same thing when she stole those jewels. Happily she couldn't refuse to stay on place anymore and ran after the lights while smiling so hard to the point where it almost hurt. »SHIT CHELL! OH MY FUCKING GOD. AHHHHHH!!!«, she squirmed, over happy. »I COULD KISS YOU! MY GAY MAN! HAHA!«, she yelled into her small flip phone waving to him even though there was no chance he would notice or see her.
———————————————————————————————————————————————— »3.5k every day?! Fuck yes! I promise you that I'll buy you something nice moi amigo.», she slapped her hand on his muscular shoulder, then switching the atmosphere a bit more serious.
«Take good care of these babies. 95 thousand is not a small amount my fren'.«, grabbing the necklaces out of their hideout she hands them to him, plating them onto his hands. His mouth snapped open and his eyes were almost falling out. »Mama Mia, look how gorgeous they are.", astonished he looks at the items, trying to identify every single stone and glitter on it. »they could be worth about a million... I mean LOOK-«
