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

"That must be my brothers" Tracy announced as the door opened and two men, a tall sturdy one and a slimmer black man stepped in. Both were dressed casually in large t-shirts and worn out jeans, the taller one wearing a baseball cap and holding a small paper bag.

"Come on in" Tracy said as she rose and took the bag from them.

"I bought some fruits, I know how you like them" the taller man said as he hugged Tracy.

"Pardon my manners, these are my brothers. Dave and Austin. They just arrived from Connecticut and will be staying for the night" she said as she offered them both the seat on either side of her.

Pete smiled tightly at the men, the knot in his stomach tightening by the second, he wished terribly that he hadn't shoved his handgun in that suitcase yet, it gave him a certain confidence when he was with the steel in hand. Nick too sat straighter on the couch, his eyes trained on 

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 renowned museums around the world.

Being the leader of the gang meant he had to agree what deals and take

Chapter 12