Illusion - h.s.

Three - The Job

"And it's wrong, wrong, wrong, but we'll do it anyway 'cause we love a bit of trouble."

Balaclava - Arctic Monkeys

"All you need to do is drop this bag off and pick up the other one." Anthony says coolly while looking out the window. "Nothing we haven't done before." He speaks as if he's trying to put my mind at ease when in reality he's the one thats nervous. He always is. But I've picked up a few tricks over the years, and besides, I know as long as my father is waiting outside the door for me, I'm coming home safely.

"Sounds good to me." I spoke blowing a small bubble with my gum and letting it pop. I had changed quickly into an outfit that was chosen for me before we left. My father and two brothers are in the car with me on our way to a "job" my father had arranged for us, or really just me. He has organized for me to be apart of these jobs for as long as I can remember. He always ensures my safety and he always repays. I've always loved working with my family and making everyone proud but there are some days all I want is a taste of a normal life. That's why I started working at Illusion. Now some might ask, if you want a simple, normal job, why would you work at a nightclub? It's because I'm horny and I like free drinks.

"I'll be going in with you. I know the lay out of the floor, I'll be finding the other bag quickly so we can make our exchange. In and out." Peter said running his hands through his smoothed over hair. We dressed in our usual black except this a little more amped up with elegance. We were on our way to an elusive cocktail party for the higher ups of Allegence Corporations, thrown by the founders of a successful banking company. No one here was naive, however some were more involved in illegal activites than others.

"Okay, sounds good." I repeated. I watched as our father pulled the car into long driveway leading up to a large building. Sitting up front wearing dark sunglasses, he acted as our chauffer. He pulled away in the car with Anthony still inside after me and Peter got out. I wasn't worried though, I knew they weren't going far. We were far past needing ear pieces for silly little exchanges like this. Besides my father tells me what needs to be done, and I sure as hell do it. This is my only chance to get out of the house without lying about where I'm going, and as far as he knew, my only job. I could do these drop offs in my sleep at this point.

Peter and I walked through the entrance of the building with our arms linked together. Flashing smiles and twinkling my fingers to say hello, the eyes I felt on me were no different than my job at the club and no different than walking down the street. Thats what I like to tell myself anyway.

After our exchange ended, my father treated us to a nice dinner out a couple nights later. We like to hold off on our celebrations until after we know we're in the clear. We sat outside at a little local restaurant called Fretboard Brewing and Public House. It was one of my favorite places, and my father knew that. I liked the place because you could sit on top of the roof and eat. It's always so relaxing watching the busy streets from above. Everything seems to be moving so fast below me and up here, I've finally met my peace for the day. I sat beside Anthony while Peter and our father sat across from us. As we sat alone on the rooftop we quietly discussed some the events that went down yesterday. I felt a vibration in my pocket and pulled out my phone.

From Harry: You woudn't be avoiding me, would you Miss Ruby?

I glanced over discreetly to Anthony who was too engrossed in the conversation with our father to notice I had pulled myself away.

To Harry: Of course not. What, did you miss me already? I'm still sorry about before. I owe you for the drinks.

From Harry: I stopped by Illusion and you weren't there. I wondered where Cinderella ran off too. After the clock struck midnight, you ran off and left your glass trench coat at my place.