Mental killer (L.H)

Mental killer

L u k e

" Give me the money, now or no body gets hurt!"

The banker runs to the rusty silver register and under the desk and starts to fill the four Duffel bags of green crisp dollar bills in stacks. I look at the clock and from the distance I hear the faint sounds of police sirens.

I mutter "fuck."

I take the four duffel bags and start to run to the back where the gang was Calum, Michael, and Ashton.

Ashton looks at me "they're all filled right?"

I respond " the fourth one is a little lighter then the others but the police are coming. Listen shush"

the stop and listen the faintest sound of sirens where heard. We smile.

Calum mutters a "there to slow for our asses, talk about being most wanted in Europe"

I laugh and we literally throw ourselves into the car with our loaded guns and ammo. Ashton gets into the driver seat and freaking pulls out of the bank and speeds down the abandoned back road, to our HQ and from there we divvy the money up into four equal sections for all of us. This next job, if done well we can end up millionaires, but where not stopping there.

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