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I looked to my left at Mrs. Coventry’s old ass. Her arms were folded and her chin was digging a tunnel through her chest as she dozed off. I kept waiting for her glasses to slide smooth off her short, pug nose. I was amazed at the power of gravity holding them in place.
When I pulled my eyes away from her, I saw the last thing anyone working in a bank wants to see. Four men in all-black with masks on rushing toward the door. Not just those pantyhose masks you see on TV, but rubber lion masks. To be honest, they looked goofy as shit, but that wasn’t the point.
Express Financial was about to get robbed.
I reached over and shook Mrs. Coventry’s arm hard enough to make her snort awake and glare at me with pale blue eyes. She glared until I pointed out the four men tearing the door open and storming inside, guns drawn.
“Oh! Oh my god!” She shrieked. I mean it was classic horror-movie screeching. She missed her Hollywood calling.
“Don’t touch that fucking button, sweetheart!” The first guy through the door shouted. His words were muffled from the ridiculous mask. “Hands up!”
“Hands up, bitch!” The huge guy behind the first one said. He had to be a good seven feet tall.
Unlike Coventry to my left, I wasn’t cowering in fear because a bank robbery didn’t scare me. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but still, guys with guns didn’t scare me. I knew, for the most part, if you did what they said and gave them what they wanted, they’d take the money and get the fuck out.
Besides, growing up in the foster system, I saw worse shit than four assholes in bad Halloween masks with guns. I’d been hurt by bad people before and I’d survived. There was no reason I wouldn’t survive this shit too. I would, however, need a big ass blunt once the day was over.
I glanced at Mrs. Coventry again and saw her trembling hands inching toward the panic button. “Don’t you fucking do it, old lady!” A third man said, swinging the muzzle of an impressive, all-black AK-47 in her direction.
See, this was how people got shot during bank robberies. She was trying to get us killed because she wanted to be a fucking hero. I wish I could curse her out telepathically. Instead of talking, I looked at her with narrowed eyes that screamed,get your goddamn hands up! I was too cute to die and I had way too much money in the bank that I planned to spend.
“Now, open the vault so we can get what we came for. Then we’ll be out of your hair.” The first one inside tilted his head toward the vault and it was like I could almost see him smiling underneath that stupid-ass mask.
I looked at Mrs. Coventry because clearly, she was the best choice to open the vault since she looked like she was old enough to have come with the building when it was created. Masked man number one was aiming his gun at me though. Me.
“He said open the fucking vault before we light your ass up, bitch!” Masked man number two, the huge one with the belly roared. So, he was obviously the unstable one.
I swallowed and pushed out a breath to steady myself as I walked toward the vault with my hands in the air. Masked man number one was right on my ass. Literally.
Once he hopped the counter, he walked so close, I could feel him bumping against my ass. It was bad enough I was being inconvenienced by the entire robbery because I was going to have to spend the rest of my day at the police station instead of shopping on Rodeo, now this motherfucker wanted to be all up on me.
I punched in the unlock code and swiped my employee card. The vault door hissed open, leading to another set of metal doors fashioned from thick bars. I swiped my card again and the door opened, leading inside to where the money was stored.
Masked man number two was busy yelling at Coventry to empty all the petty cash we had up front. I was scared he might hit her because the tone of his voice was…violent to say the least. Masked man number one was undoubtedly insane but he wasn’t as unpredictably violent as his friend.
My thoughts and assessment were interrupted by masked man number one bumping against my ass again. I smacked my lips together and looked over my shoulder with my hands still in the air.
“Can you stop touching my ass, please? Shit.”
“Are you really talking shit to me right now while I have a motherfucking gun pointed at you?” He fumed. His voice sounded familiar. Not like I knew him well but like I knew him well enough to have been irritated by him before.
“I mean why not? If you’re going to kill me, I might as well let you know what a fucking dick you are before I die. I don’t bite my tongue for anyone,” I told him.
“Put the money in the fucking bag before I knock your ass out,” he growled, shoving me toward the shelves of bills. I stumbled over my own feet and flared my nostrils. I was ready to punch him right in the mouth. He had the gun though and while I was a firecracker with one hell of a mouth, I wasn’t stupid by a long shot.
I put the money in the bag as fast as I could so him and his friends could leave. I lost count of how many stacks I loaded into each black bookbag he handed me. It felt like the time stretched on forever. When I heard one of the other masked men out front call out, “One minute fifteen seconds!” I realized that I’d filled up all those bags in a matter of seconds. Shit. I was a bad motherfucker.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Masked man number one urged, nudging my shoulder with the barrel of his gun. I snatched away from him and handed over the last bag. “Thanks, baby.” His voice sounded like a wink. I can’t explain it other than to say I could practically see him winking at me under that damn lion mask.
Wait…did he call me baby?
“Don’t ever call me baby again,” I snapped, folding my arms. He shoved the gun right against the base of my throat and backed me against the wall.
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want to. I’m the one with the gun, remember…baby?” He dragged the gun along my cheek and I jerked my head in the opposite direction.
“Fuck you,” I spat.
“Nope. Can’t do that. I don’t fuck women with all that attitude. I like my women silent and submissive.”
