Chapter Seven

Six weeks later...

"Do it, tesoro, (Treasure)" Ace snarls, and I shake my head with dread. "Now!" He expresses quietly as he tries to dissuade the salesman from pressing the large, rounded red button beneath the glass display cabinets, which would alert the police.

My rapid breathing causes the visor of my helmet to fog up, obscuring my vision and the extra padding inside impairs my hearing.

My gaze flits between the store's entrance door and Ace, who is pointing a gun at the elderly salesman, who has his hands covering his head and his body trembles. I gulp and raise the hammer above my head; a breath later, I let it slip between my fingers, watching as it shatters the glass window on the stand and I turn my head away due to shards of glass flying through the air.

I reach inside the display cabinet, picking out the large pieces of glass, trying not to slice my fingers through my gloves and stuff as much jewellery as I can into the pillowcase within o