Can I still love?

Chapter 5

It was now or never. I smoothed down the $1,267,500 Marilyn Monroe's original "Happy Birthday Mr. President" Dress and strapped on my $1.6 million Stuart Weitzman's original 7 inch Ruby Slippers. The jewelry I had on was a $2.5 million Majestic Diamond Necklace and a $12,500,000 Wallis Simpson Onyx and Diamond Panther Bracelet, which I thought was gorgeous. I had an $800 dollar blowout done. I was literally wearing $17,868,300 in clothing! It felt heavy and suffocating. The only sad part is that the only expense we paid for honestly was my hair. The rest came from blood shed of the people who held the possessions we needed, the only save in grace is that it wasn't our team who got it.

Dylan wore an original $22,000 Ermenegildo Zegna Bespoke suit. Well he wasn't wearing it yet. He was still in the bathroom he was in almost an hour ago. We were going to be late if he kept up at this pace! All he had to do was comb his hair and put on a suit how long could that possibly take?

"Get your butt out of the bathroom before I kick it down!"

"One minute." He yelled in response.

"You said that half an hour ago! Get the fuck out!" We were going to be late and I most definitely didn't want to get in trouble.

"Ok ok I'm coming." He stepped outside of the bathroom and the suit fit him perfectly. He honestly looked the part of a rich young man. I hope I fit the part of a rich young woman.

"Are you ready?" I cocked and eyebrow and put and hand on my hip.

He nodded. "Yup but the real question is if you are ready?" I kicked him hard in the shin

"owww what the fuck A?" I smirked and fixed my heels.

"Come on all our units are in position."

"So they're outside the building?"

"Shut up, if you get to be serious one in a while so do I!" I turned around swiftly, which make no mistake is really hard in this tight dress.

"Nice ass." Dylan slapped my ass and I stumbled forward, almost crashing face first to the floor, I'm a skilled assassin, not a dress up doll. if anything I'm going to rip this dress by the end oof the night. "come on A, stay on your toes." Dylan laughed and walked out of the room, leaving me to straighten myself out.

I love heels, but only custom made ones, ones made for killing not ones made for strutting down a walk way. But one of the other reasons they picked me is that i could adapt easily, and quickly. By the time i made it to the elevator where Dylan was waiting I was walking like a pro hooker.

"Took you long enough." Dylan smirked and i lifted up my foot a dug the ruby studded heel into his foot. "Ouch, seriously you're a fucking bitch!"

"That's for slapping my ass and almost making me break my neck." The elevators doors opened and i pushed him in, following behind him. "And that's for leaving me" I clicked basement and we started descending. The silence and the sensation of falling made me feel like I was going to where I was going to go after I die hell.

As soon as the elevator doors opened M's hand flew in and grabbed my upper arm. "Come on, you're going to be late! She started dragging me towards the limo with gold plated rims and diamond studs. I get we had to look rich, but isn't this a little excessive? I didn't have much time to contemplate because m shoved me in along with Dylan and we sat in silence until Tyler turned around from the driver's seat to make sure we were all buckled up.

"Since you guys thought it would be great taking your goddam sweet time" He glared at me, I was going to speak up but Dylan kicked me in my shin and I hissed. "We're going to have to speed, even though we're not that far."