The Gangster's Girl

The Robbery

Author's Note- Ok so there is another author's note at the bottom, but I just wanna warn young readers that this story is now restricted because I don't know how far a scene can go before becoming restricted. So there are, uhmm.... intimate scenes now being written in almost all chapters.(Key word being almost). Kk I'll shut up now, enjoy ;) (Hopefully) lol

 

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Standing near the waiting area I watched as Jessica walked up to the lady behind the desk wearing black sweats, black boots, and a black mask over her head. As she brought up her gun and aimed it at the lady's head I immediatley sprang into action and slipped my black mask over my head skillfully taking my glasses of at the same time. It didn't really matter if I wore the glasses because I had brown contacts on and the glasses covered most of my face. I, as well as my team-mates wore baggy dark clothes that gave our bodies no shape. My short black wig easily slipped inside the mask.

When I was fifteen my father gave me a toy. It was my favorite toy out of the many others. It's a little device (like around a thumb big) that I could place anywhere. The device was called a Diverser. The Diverser caused cameras in any room I currently stood in to pause on the picture the last second before I came into view. So technically the twelve cameras that were currently in the room, my team and I stood in, were playing the same image that the camera had caught a second before I walked into the room.

We were ready to take action. Taking out my two guns, one held in each hand, I stepped forward and yelled out,

"Everybody on the floor! Hand's up were I can see them! Hey!" I yelled at some guy making a break for the front door. I shot at him once, purposley missing. I saw Kevin step in front of the heavy doors, he closed seconds ago, and point at the poor man. He quickly dropped to the floor and started begging for his life. It would have been comical if this wasn't the real deal. Nicole walked around collecting cell phones and kicking people who refused to listen. A little girl ran to her mother, but Brooke grabbed her before she made it and put her long knife at the base of the small girl's neck. The girl screamed out in fear as the mother stood and ran to her daughter. Sarah, one of my gang members that had accompanied us, grabbed her by the forearm and threw her to the floor aiming her machine gun at her. Her face portrayed pure fear.

"Stay down or the girl's dead!" I yelled. I ran to the banker Nicole currently held captive, kicking people on the floor as I went, and nodded to Nicole.

"Take me to da safe!" Nicole spat at the shivering banker. You could smell the fear in the air. Some people were shivering while others were crying. The calm ones were the ones you had to watch. The other bankers had their hands up in the air but held blank faces as some of my original gang members pointed their guns at them. Like professionals.

As the lady named Tiffany led Nicole into another room I went towards the other bankers and yelled at them to get out behind the desks. Most of them hesitated, probably because they hadn't had the chance to press the button under their desks that instantly calling the police. I checked my watch. We were in the safe so far. Let's hope we stay that way.

"Come on! I won't hesitate to shoot! As long as you do as we say you'll be safe! If you choose to refuse, I'll GLADLY shoot!!!" I hurried and pushed them out by force now. The man at the end didn't move. He just stared at me, studying me.

"Move i- hic" My eyes widened, filling with confusion. The man in front of me had short black hair and was very young, a little older than me maybe, his dark brown eyes pierced mine at first. Then they filled with pure amusement. I leveled my guns at him squinting my eyes in annoyance, flushing as I did so. hic . Out of all the possible times I could get hiccups. hic . The damn need for water shook my frame causing me to jump slightly. The man in front of me snorted; trying to hide it with a cough, but failed to hide his laughter. I glared at him with all the anger I could muster. hic .This man had guts. Soon they'd be on the floor if he didn't move.

He surveyed me. I mean, he truly looked at me. He stared at me and my extremely, annoyingly, weak body. My blank emotionless eyes; my mask.

"You're too young. You're just a girl... How could you do this? Why?" He watched me warily now, slowly edging towards his desk. He must have thought just because my body shook I couldn't strike like a damn cobra.

"Watch yourself! I've got guns- hic -and I'm never afraid to use them." I glared at him now; he was going to force me to use them. This damn frustrating man was so obviously innocent. He didn't know a thing. Why was I letting his simple questions get to me? Why did it matter to me so much? I was happy with who I was; walls and all. He was still looking at me as his arm made a quick movement blurring his hand. I shot like a professional.

"Aaaaaaaahhh!!!" He screamed in shock and pain. Some people on the floor screamed as well as the nerve-wracking noise of my gun going off invaded their ears. He gazed up at me from his crouched position as he held his wound.
"Estupido" I glared in amusement. And within seconds we were gone and hauling ass back to our place a few hours away.
"Hey you good from earlier?" Tiffany seemed slightly concerned about my feelings.
"Yeah I'm good, got what I needed didn't I?" I winked at her. She just  continued to stare for a couple of minutes before turning back to counting the money.

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I slammed the brief case on the desk as Blake looked on comprehensively.
"What's this sweet cheeks?" He quirked an eyebrow as I proceeded to take out the key from inside my bra and opened the case.
"This, is for you, making our agreement, official. Don't disappoint me, I don't like being disappointed." I looked at him with a cool composure. He stared back, not even bothering to open the unlocked case. He seemed to be considering something before he stood. Easily towering over me now I took a small step back and regretted it immediately as he smirked. I furrowed my brows and glared. He stared right back, challenging. Many full moons passed before I huffed and said,
"I'll be leaving now" and just as suddenly I turned to walk out.
"And who says I want this?" I stopped walking and looked over my shoulder.
"Oh trust me, you'll want it. And the funny part is, you can't help but want it." I walked out.




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So it's been centuries and there's a new twist somewhere along the story where my change in age/personality shows. I began writing this a while back, and had to finish it off unsure of where I intended to end it. For now this will suffice, but I will attempt to make improvements throughout. Feedback is always welcome and I'm starting off this new... lets call it a story. If you have free time t do nothing, do me a solid and check it out? Thanks again for reading.