The Hustle

Chapter 2- Hello Handsome

Every Friday morning I wake up, have a cup of coffee while looking out my window, polish my weapons and write down my acquisitions from the previous night in a journal. I enjoy my routine. I do not particularly enjoy my routine being majorly interrupted.

So when I looked out my window this morning, still in my slinky black robe with my porcupine-shaped mug steaming, and saw two black SUV's parked in front and behind the grey Audi I stole last night I was not a happy girl. And when I saw the extremely good looking man from the night before get out of the back of the second SUV and put a gun in the waistband of his suit pants, I knew my routine was shattered.

I am starting to dislike the handsome man at a rapid rate.

Currently I am still just sipping my coffee and watching out the window as Handsome, as I've decided to call him, and his equally attractive companions load up their weapons. Three men left the group of eight to guard the three exits. So four men and Handsome were going to search the building.

And I know they are going to have to search the building because they are undoubtedly looking for Hustle (thats me!!) a name that's been attributed to many many robberies and thefts around here and many other busy hub cities. A name without a face, age or gender because no one has ever suspected it to be a girl barely at the age of 20. When the men start to walk into the building I decide to get my move on. I wash out my cute little porcupine mug, that is now empty, and put on some music to drown out any noises that may come from my apartment. I start putting my expansive collection of weapons inside my beautiful home decor, because it isn't the brightest idea to leave your weapons where anyone could see and use them. I stick a gun in my favorite vase in the kitchen and sincerely hope I don't need to use is, because then I'd have to risk breaking the vase.

I also turn the shower on and shut the bathroom door. Now when anyone enters my apartment they'll think I'm bathing. I change out of my sports bra and shorts and robe and into just a pretty bra and underwear set and my silky black robe. Boobs and legs are a distraction, and I need all the distractions I can get. This is also why I turn on music through my sound system. I am dressed like a little devil, but I have a very innocent looking face. Especially when I'm not wearing make up.

I look out my door and I hear commotion around the corner. Most likely the men and Handsome knocking on doors asking to look for someone. I shut my door and lock it up. I only have a deadbolt in addition to the lock on the handle. Both of which open with a key.

I listen as they knock on my left neighbors door, and when no one answers one man yells at the other to use the key, obviously it's the master key from the landlord.

The men go quickly in and out of the empty apartment next door, and go across the hall to Mrs. Pavlova. They could be stuck talking to her for hours. Additionally the distraction of her five cats is going to buy me copious amounts of time.

"Hello dear can I help you? My oh my, aren't you very handsome! I have some lovely neighbors who are looking for new boyfriends, and those that aren't looking don't have a ring on their finger so that won't be a problem. Actually I have a girl right-" Poor Mrs. Pavlova is cut off by Handsome.

"Mam I am here with the police department, we are searching the building for an escaped fugitive. We believe someone is harboring him or he is hiding in someones apartment, and for your safety we would like to check yours." I could basically hear the disappointed look on her face, similar to the one she gives me when I tell her I am still single and still haven't put any interest into a man.

"Of course, however I can't help but notice the absence of a ring on your hand too?" Mrs. Pvalova pushes at him a little longer and I can hear him go past her into the apartment, his response out of my range of hearing. Now is also the time for me to get my ass in gear with this plan, I need to hide. I clamber up the narrow hall at my front door, holding myself between the two walls with a little help from some heavy duty decorative shelves I installed.

As soon as I get comfortable there's a knock on my door, followed by the use of the master key. Goon 1 and Goon 2 file in first followed by Handsome himself. As they take some steps into my apartment, and out of the narrow entryway they must hear the shower run, as Goon 1 turns and says "Hey man they're in the shower. What're we supposed to do? Just wait and come back?"

Handsome immediately shakes his head no, "No you idiota, we will take a quick look around and decide if we think its Hustle or not."

Well fuck. I knew they were looking for whoever stole Handsome's car, but I didn't think they would've pinned this on me. Game plan has definitely shifted a bit.

"One of you stand in the door. No one comes in no one goes out." Handsome and Goon 1 disappear around the corner while Goon 2 is standing in the open doorway, no weapon in his hands just checking his phone. Idiota was the right descriptor. As the two men roughly open cabinets and closets down the hall and around the corner, I slam the door shut on Goon 2. Roughly knocking him into the doorframe where he crumples to the ground, and I jump to the ground and punch him in the face twice for good measure. He sure as hell isn't waking up anytime soon.

Up next: Handsome and Goon 1

Good luck boys.