Pete nodded and rose form the couch. "Three more days" he agreed. "I think we can still be safe for three more days. You'll get plane tickets to Miami tomorrow, buy a few tickets too from the train station and give them out, I'll ensure I see Mr. Tommy, we need cash and we can't get our hands on ours right now, not without leading them to us" he said as he moved to the entryway of the room.

"Put the boy to sleep Valeria" he added and flipped the light off.

Valeria rose, the boy cradled in her arms as she moved to her bedroom for the night, allowing Nick his place on the couch.

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Nick had left early that morning to the airport after booking the very first flight, with bags stuffed up to look the part of a traveller. After then, he left for the train station to do the same under Jack Dutch, the alias Pete was mostly known for.

Valeria was in th

Pete smiled fondly at the unpleasant memory, swinging his legs off the bed, he moved to the small drawer by the bathroom door where he had dropped his wrap of weed, he picked it up, searched his Jean for a lighter and took one long drag of it, exhaled dramatically and closed his eyes for a second or two. The gang. He could still remember when he'd first found Valeria, a known and almost busted hooker with a record of stealing that preceded her. From gold to diamond to lamps, wedding rings, shoes, cars, even priced books. Valeria had a way to her that endeared her to Pete. At her age, she still had the school girl heart that made her value the materialistic things of life. While he'd gathered more than three Ferraris, two yachts, a jet, eight helicopters and enough gold bars that he lost count of, Valeria had instead collected diamond encrusted earrings, artworks and artifacts from renown

FOUR DAYS LATER

"Pack your fucking bags! We're leaving" Pete said as he barge into the apartment. It was grey outside and night was steadily falling. The TV was left on and the volume was almost too loud. Pete hissed at their inattentiveness and muted the TV. He passed a discarded shirt on the floor and cursed.

"Nick! Why you gotta be so filthy? Don't you ever take care of your stuff? Leaving your shit everywhere on the floor" Pete swore as he moved to the bedrooms located east of the house. Inside Valeria's room, the baby was wailing mindlessly, tossing and turning with a used diaper on the floor, leaking unto the clean rug carpet.

"Fuck!" He swore and grabbed a blanket, throwing it over the mess on the floor, he grabbed the baby by the left foot and frowned at the foul smell, crinkling his nose in disgust, with another curse, he grabbed the sheets and wiped him, cleaning his butt th

Pete nodded and rose form the couch. "Three more days" he agreed. "I think we can still be safe for three more days. You'll get plane tickets to Miami tomorrow, buy a few tickets too from the train station and give them out, I'll ensure I see Mr. Tommy, we need cash and we can't get our hands on ours right now, not without leading them to us" he said as he moved to the entryway of the room.

"Put the boy to sleep Valeria" he added and flipped the light off.

Valeria rose, the boy cradled in her arms as she moved to her bedroom for the night, allowing Nick his place on the couch.

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Nick had left early that morning to the airport after booking the very first flight, with bags stuffed up to look the part of a traveller. After then, he left for the train station to do the same under Jack Dutch, the alias Pete was mostly known for.

Valeria was in the bathroom of Pete's room, sorting guns and cartridges and whatever else they needed for the road th

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