Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
They are walking up the street, two men. I recognizse one of them from Vikinos’s team. Stay where you are.
I put my head into my hands., Ooh no. This is a disaster. I text back.
What if the cab leaves?
A text bounces back.
Then we are screwed.
Tell them to hurry the fuck up!!!
I peer around the door jamb like a mouse and smile sweetly at the bank teller. “Excuse me, I have a plane to catch and I am in a really big hurry. How much longer will it be?”
“Of course, my apologies. Another teller is just cross checking it now. You are so lucky that we just had a delivery of cash this morning or we wouldn’t have had that amount here for withdrawal.”
Oh hell, that would have been a disaster. “Okay.” I gesture back to the office. “I will just wait in here.”
She fakes a smile.
I sit back down and text Stace.
Where are they now?
I watch my phone as I wait for him to answer. I wait and wait.
What’s he doing? Why is he not answering if he’s sitting in a damn car? My mind goes to last night and how they broke his cheekbone. Cowardly bastards. Who kicks a man in the face at full force when he is fighting another man and has his hands full? I text again.
What’s going on?
Answer me!
No reply. Oh God, this is fucking stressful., I start to perspire. I put my face into my hands. What if they have him? The windows are so black that you can’t see inside the car…. unless, they know what car we have hired. It is a possibility, a strong possibility. Shit.
The bank teller comes into the office with a large box and starts to unload the money onto the table and her assistant follows her with a note counting machine. They start to count the money out in front of me. I sit still pretending to watch, but my mind is far from money.
Where is he?
Why isn’t he answering? I dial his number and it rings a few times.
“Hi,” he answers, and my heart flips.
I fake a smile. “Why aren’t you answering your phone, sweetie?” I act nice in front of the bank tellers when all I really want to do is scream at him for worrying me sick.
“Sorry, I took a call.”
“Ha, what a time to take a call.” I pretend to laugh.
“It was my mother,.” hHe snaps. “She was getting worried and I thought I may not be able to talk to her again for a while.”
My heart drops. “Oh, fair point.” I stand and walk away from the table. “What are we up to?” I speak in code.
“All good, the cab is still there. Walk out and get straight into it. Continue with the plan.”
“Okay?” I ask hopefully.
“It’s still ok, see you soon.”
“Bye,.” I whisper though my dread.
I sit for another five minutes as they count the last of the cash and I load it into my small overnight bag. “Thank you.” I smile as I sling the bag over my shoulder.
I push through the double glass doors and put my head down and go straight to the cab. “Hello, thank you for waiting. Back to the hotel, please.”
“You took a long time. I nearly leave.”
“I know, I’m so sorry. I will pay you extra.” I glance through the back window and down the street in front of me., I can’t see anyone suspicious. The cab pulls out into the traffic as my phone beeps another text.
They have seen you. Keep your head down and stick to the plan.
I drop my head as fear starts to make me nauseous.
Holy fuck.
I see the Ferrari pull out into the traffic and turn back towards the hotel. The cab comes to a stop at the hotel, and with shaky hands, I pay the driver and get out. I walk straight to the lift and push the button as planned.
The lift doesn’t come. Why is it taking so long?
Hurry, please hurry. I watch the numbers above the doors and they are going so slow. I push the buttons again and glance outside to see a car pull up out on the street and two men get out. Ahh, I push the up button on the lift and run into the fire stairs. I take two steps down at a time, nearly frantic. The bag of money is heavy and swinging around and hitting me as I run. I burst through the door at the bottom and see the black Ferrari sitting over by the lift where he is expecting me to come from. I run through the parked cars and open the door and dive into the seat.
“Go,.” I yell.
Stace revs the engine and we fly through the parking lot.
“Come on, faster,.” I yell. “We need to get out of here now.”