Berlin's Last Love: A Money Heist Fanfic.

The Secret.

"I've never been good at being good." I gulp but he just blinks and listens, his bushy brows are furrowed as if he was concentrating on every word. "I did drugs when I was young, trying to be cool so the boys noticed me." I laugh, thinking about how stupid I was to try and impress others. "I then got into selling, no one expected a young girl like me of being a dealer, you know?" He nods, but the expression on his face does not alter. "I went home one day and my parents found out about me dealing, it was bound to happen eventually. I didn't have a job, yet there I was rolling in money. So I told them the truth - I was a very trusting girl back then." You still are.

"What I didn't know was that, they had a wire connected to them that was being listened to by the Spanish police." I shake my head, my own parents handing me over to them. "Within minutes of my confession, the police arrested me and my world fell apart, right there."

I take a breath, Andrés hasn't moved still, as if I was just telling my story to a statue that would never tell anyone else. I suddenly feel uneased, the last person I told my secrets to also tried to hand me over to the police. "No I can't." I blurt out.

Andrés puts his hand on my thigh and rubs it slightly. "Trust me." Is all he whispers, he lifts my chin and forces me to look at his muddy brown eyes, his face softens and whispers again: "Trust me."

It's a bit ironic you feel you can trust a man who was willing to shoot me 20 minutes ago, but I liked that.

"I was sent to prison for three years in Madrid at the age of 18." I breathe taking a moment to let this all sink in and he takes his hand away from my leg.

"As soon as I was let out, I moved to the United Kingdom to get my fresh start. I didn't want to be in the same country as my parents and I knew the U.K. had lots to offer for girls like me. I started small, working in a bar, I was there for months. I'd noticed a mature man came in every few days, then suspciously he started only coming in when it was my shifts. How he found out what days I was working is beyond me." I smile thinking about Jack. "We got chatting, and the typical child that I was, I fell in love with him within a few weeks of dating, and he fell in love with me." I beam a smile now, but Andrés' lined, thin mouth does not change. "He was very rich, and within weeks we moved in together on Oxford Street, he bought me everything I had ever wanted - I felt like a trophy wife."

Jack must've been a similar age to Andrés. He had silver hair, and very pale skin just like Tatiana. He enjoyed the finer things in life, so I should've known it wasn't real love the moment he picked up a poor Spanish girl in a bar. But you don't realise these things until it's all over.

"I really loved him, Andrés." I tear up, thinking back to my perfect life that was just a few months ago. "I really thought I would marry him, become an English citizen and have his children." The tears fall now, like the rain falling onto your glass window on a sad day.

"Shhhh." Andrés comforts and he places his hand back on my leg, exactly where it was the first time.

"It just turns out that I can't stay away from bad people." I wipe my own tears, affraid to show weakness. "Once he knew I loved him and I'd do anything for him, he told me about his plan to rob the Tower of London." I notice now Andrés' eyes widen and smiles at me. "I know right, one of the most guarded places in the U.K." I laugh hard at the fact Jack thought it would work.

"It took us just under a year to think of a plan, how to steal the jewels and how to get out alive. We took in guns, wore masks to hide our identities." I pause. "It was working, but it wasn't until our escape did things fall apart. I escaped with all the jewels, but before he could get out the police got him." I look out the window now away from Andrés' gaze. "And I left him there."

"I hid in the house for a couple of days, as if everything was normal and I had no idea my partner was a white-collar criminal." I gulp. "But the news broadcasted that he had some help, a 22 year old female by the name of Aurora García, who was now the most wanted person in the country." I whip my head round with a large grin across my face to see Andrés' face. "It's a pretty impressive thing to be the most wanted person in the U.K., no?" He raises one eyebrow, as if to say 'Is that all?'. "I fled instantly, I knew he'd of told the police our entire plan and would blame it all on me. And you know what they give him as a reduced sentence for his co-operation?" I wait to see if Andrés answers, he doesn't, so: "2 years. 2 fucking years reduced from 80." I laugh angrily now, the bastard.

"I sold most of the jewels, and that's how I'm buying my way through each country. I had every single jewel, so of course the English are searching hard for me before its scattered across the world." I smile again knowing how much power I have.

My smile drops thinking of where I am now, right now. In a car, hiding away, telling a stranger I'm a top thief. I then think of Jack the man who gave me up, the man I loved who'd promised not to say anything if we were caught just gave me up. I was so willing to take 80 years in jail so that my lover was free and happy, yet it proved he was never going to do that for me. "Maybe it was the money I loved, and not him - I don't know but-" I say shaking my head, speculating ideas again as to why this happened to me. "I'm so fucking glad the heist worked and I'm free." I huff. "Well, for now. That's why I need you to take me to Austria, so I can flee."

"No." Andrés sternly says, his hand then reaches for my cheek. "No, you need to meet my brother."