How to steal billions - Money Heist 2

Chapter 49: Echoes Of Defense

"Where's Stockholm?" Seoul thought to herself and started looking around looking for her, since it was her shift to look after the hostages in the lobby, as everyone from the gang started walking back to their posts.

"Berlin, where is Stockholm? She asked, since he might know.

"I told her to give Arturo a jumpsuit and scan him in the restroom. Why are you asking, my love?" He smirked.

"Hm, it was because it was supposed to be her shift right now to look after the hostages, wasn't it?"

"Well yes, but it shouldn't take that much time, so I think it's fine, cariño. If you want I can stay here with the hostages until she comes back." He looked at her, he noticed she had something mind, something she was worried about. "What do you have in mind?"

"I think you made a wrong decision to make her give him a jumpsuit, Berlin." She looked at, as she usually does when she looked up at him since he's taller than her.

"It's not that deep, darling. She has one job to give a jumpsuit, how difficult can that be?" He chuckled.

"Whatever you say then..." Seoul said softly. "I don't trust Arturo and Stockholm in the restroom together alone." She thought to herself. "Fuck it, I'm going in there." She started walking towards the restroom, but she didn't want to go inside yet.

As Seoul was there by the door trying to listen about the conversation between Arturo and Stockholm, Berlin had his hands in his pocket, looking very handsome. "So you're going to ease drop?" He chuckled.

"Shh." Seoul put her finger on her lips, telling him to be quiet as she was trying to listen.

All he did was smile and held her cheek and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Seoul was blushing as he was slowly walking towards the hostages again, to babysit them.

"Mónica. You look beautiful."Arturo said while Stockholm was checking his pockets.

"I'm Stockholm. Sit there. Lift up your shirt. Put your arms up. Why are you here, Arturo?" She asked him.

"Life hasn't meant shit to me since I lost everything. Laura left me and took the kids away. I live in an apartment with the kitchen inside the closet. I have cans of tuna for dinner. And all my stuff is still in boxes in the hallway, but... well, I'm still trying." He explained about his shitty life.

"Bit by bit, Arturo." She turned him around to start scanning him.

"Listen, I was terrible of both of you I'll admit that. Believe me, Laura's on my mind, but... but I always think about you. I can't stop thinking about you. About you and our son. The kid's a boy, right?"

"Yes, he's a boy. Put this on." She gave him a plastic bag of the red jumpsuit.

"I know I fucked up. But I don't wanna lose my son."

"You lost him the moment you said you weren't his father. Put on the jumpsuit, please." She sighed, as she just wanted to leave the restroom.

"What did you expect? Think About how fucked up it is to tell a married guy with three kids, "Look at this pregnancy test. This kid is yours. "I was terrified. Yeah, I was fucking scared to death but... Who wouldn't be scared by that? But it was only three minutes. Three minutes of complete insanity right after those terrorists came in and started shooting up the whole place." Arturo stepped a foot closer to Stockholm.

"Please, don't judge me for those three minutes. And I know I don't have the right to show up ask you to let me be the father of our son. I know. But I'd like to see him, that's all. Just to hug him, you know? See what he's like. I don't care where he is. I'd go all the way to Brazil, Romania, Burma, Thailand... wherever! He's my son and I just wanna meet him."

"Even if you deserve that, I don't know if I'll be able to. I'll try, all right?" Stockholm was starting to feel very uncomfortable.

Seoul was still by the door, listening to the whole situation.

"Thank you. Some things never change, huh? Look." Arturo held her hand.

"What?" Stockholm looked very confused.

"Look at me, look at this." Arturo gave her smirk, not a smirk people would blush about, while showing his boner.

"God, Arturo." She tried leaving as her job was done. But Arturo was quick enough to grab her and push her against the stall door.

"Look. Come here. I know you still think about me. About how we fucked on my desk. I know you still want it." He said intensely.

"Hey, Arturito! Let go of her right now before I shoot your tiny ass dick, so you don't have a boner." She pulled out her gun and smiled sarcastically at him.

"Why the fuck do you need to ruin our moment?!" Arturo said furiously.

"Me? Ruining your moment? Shit, I'm glad I did. Because what the fuck was that? That's how you handle situations? You're a very funny guy, Arturo."

"You haven't changed since the last heist, and I can tell you're still a whore for Berlin."

Then a loud, sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the restroom. "I can certainly see that you haven't changed, Arturo. You think you can disrespect my wife without consequences? You have no idea who you're dealing with. This is your final warning."

Arturo stood there, afraid. Like a fucking pussy who tries to act tough, but really he's just a scaredy cat.

"Helsinki, handle this." Berlin called her him. "Stockholm, go to your post now." He told her.

She walked immediately out.

"Cariño, you can go as well." He put his hand on her shoulder.

Seoul nodded and followed Stockholm, as she wanted to check up on her to make sure if she's doing okay.

Helsinki finally entered the restroom. "Arturito. Relax. You remember... men look after men." He grinned. "Let's go. Take off your clothes."