It has been a month since we started planning and after deciding Joey should get a job, we have barely even a fraction of what we need. We had a backup plan because we knew the "pacifist" route wouldn't probably work out. So now we gotta earn the money the hard way.
Joey slips the bag over his shoulders and puts the handgun in his pocket, you know, just in case. "Are you ready to rob a bank?"
"Yeah, I guess." I say nervously, remembering my dream. We walk to the bank separately, because nobody will suspect anything of a pregnant girl wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt. Shortly after me, Joey walks in and stands over by the ATM, pretending to make a transaction.
"Next, please." A short old lady calls me over. I walk up and ask to put a large sum of money in my account. As I am doing that, Joey looks over at me and nods his head.
All of a sudden, I pretend to have a contraction, to cause a commotion. I spill water out of my bag to pretend my water broke, and everyone rushes over to me in panic.
"Should I call for an ambulance?" I hear someone ask.
"No, no, it's okay. My husband is waiting just down the block from me with our car." Nobody suspects a thing.
Joey, never looking at the camera, goes to the vault where the money is stored. I pretend to have another contraction and let out a scream. People grab my arms to try to help me up. I stand with them and make some noise to keep the attention all on me.
Joey walks out of the bank and down the street.
"Someone, please pass me my purse." I yell. A man picks it up and hands it to me, and I take out my phone and call Joey.
"Honey, the baby is coming. I need you to come get me from the bank." I say. Shortly after, Joey runs in, wearing a completely different outfit. He scoops me up and carries me out of the bank, thanking the people in there before we leave.
Once we are out of sight from the bank, we get into our new rental car and start driving away. "That went really well." I say as we speed away. He smiles and grabs my hand.
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We've been stealing money from banks for a week now and have a total of seven million dollars. Almost at our goal. Liovard hasn't bothered us since he had the priest killed. Even though I have no reason right now to feel on edge, other than for the fact we are thieves, I am.
The next day we drive to a bank about an hour away from our hotel. We plan on just going through the routine of me pretending I'm in labour, since it has worked so well in the past.
I walk into the bank wearing a white leather jacket and some skinny jeans I bought from a maternity store. I stand in the line and finally it is my turn. I always get butterflies at this point in time. I walk up to the teller and grab out my wallet, then oh dear, I'm having contractions.
Now, I would feel bad for tricking all these people and stealing their money, if I wasn't doing this to get a raging mafia leader off my back. But that is, in fact, why I am doing this so I only feel slightly bad.
Joey grabs a code from a computer and heads to the vault, all the attention on me. Out of the corner of my eye though, I see a man entering the bank wearing a white tuxedo. He completely disregards the commotion I am causing and walks to the back where Joey went.
Shit. Is my nightmare actually becoming a reality? I grab my purse and start pushing passed a group of very confused people and run, but instead of to the door, I try to find Joey to warn him. Gun shots echo through the bank, causing people to scream and scatter like rats. I start crying. How could I have let this happen?
I need to get out of here. I run out of the building and around a corner to an alleyway. I sit on the ground and start crying as the reality of the moment sets in. After a while of bawling my eyes out, I get up, thinking it might be safe to leave.
Just as I'm about to walk out of the alley onto the main road, I hear two voices coming closer, and they don't sound too friendly. I scurry behind a dumpster and eavesdrop.
"Where'd the girl run off to?" A man who I have never seen before says to the scruffy bearded man I had seen before.
"I don't know but she couldn't have gotten far. She's fat now." Scruffy beard says. My jaw drops. Is this boy trying to square up?
"She's not fat," The other guy defends me. "She's pregnant. Show some respect." He smacks scruffy beard upside the head.
"Whatever!" Scruffy beard says, "Don't make me shoot you." The other guy rolls his eyes and they ran off. to go search for me.
"I can't wait to tell Jo-" I stop myself, remembering what just happened only moments ago. I begin to cry again and curl up beside the dumpster.
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You V.S. Mafia
Action[COMPLETED] "Shoot," Joey mumbles, letting out a string of profanities under his breath. We turn around to find a group of men, all with guns, standing where we just came from, and they look pissed... probably because they were forced to run through...
