2.Broadway

I and Elvis were having breakfast. I had made us some eggs and bacon.

Yesterday after dinner we hadn't spoken much. I understood that Elvis was on edge, considering I’d been holding back, but it seemed to more than that. He seemed distant.

Perhaps tonight, we’d have some wine and I would loosen up a bit. Give him the one thing he’d waited for all these years. The one thing he had been so patient with.

To me, losing your virginity - or sex at all for that matter- was something you did with the man you loved. With the man, you couldn't see yourself being apart from. And for me, that was Elvis. he took me in when I had no one. When I had no will to live, he gave me a reason to carry on.

I wanted to be with him, in every way I could.

I walked around the table and went behind him where he sat. I wrapped my arm around his neck and started kissing him softly. A low, dark, moan came from him before he grabbed my hand and I jerked my head back.

”If you continue doing that, I'm going to see to it that we finish,” he said. His eyes holding hunger and lust. For me.

I gave him a smirk kissed him quickly before returning to my seat.

  * * *

We were in the car, driving to ’broadway’. Both of us silent and eager for what laid ahead. Broadway had always been the place where we made our fortune.

Elvis and a few of his friends taught me how to pick-pocket. I learned quickly and they all said I was a natural. At first, they brought me to places with big crowds, usually drunk crowds too.

Where the easier targets were.

They pointed out the people and I went up and did what I was supposed to. It was exhilarating.

The moment my fingertips touched their skin or my hand-dived their pockets, my heart would always speed to a limit. It would race in my chest and the adrenalin went on a rampage.

After they realized how skilled I had become, they started giving me ’bigger fish’.

We went to different events and gatherings, forging invitations to get in with the rich people.

I would dress up in glorious dresses, Elvis in a tux and we'd blend right in. We would talk and mingle and at the end of the night, we would be rich.

At first, my conscience bugged me. Telling me that what I did was wrong. But then, as Elvis’s friend, Parker, pointed out, there’s much more where that came from.

Slowly but surely I started getting more comfortable and suddenly, I was their Ace.

I was the one doing all the big hits.

I don't know how much they made before I came along, but something told me they made much more now that I was with them.

Much of the money, I didn't tell them about. I kept it.

They wanted all of us to divide our share but I thought since I was the one doing the dirty work, I deserved a raise.

I placed a lot of the money in a bank account and in pond shops. Waiting for a rainy day.

”We’re here,” Elvis said and pulled the car up outside a hotel.

We got out, fixed our clothes, and looked around for the rest of the crew.

A car drove up next to us and out hoped Parker, Dino, and Jasper.

”So, everyone knows the drill?” Parker asked us while fixing his cuffs.

”I go on the streets, you guys take the stores.” I said and looked at him. It was always the same story. I went to the streets and the guys went into to the high-end stores. Usually, they came out with no more than a few hundred bucks while I held a fortune.

Parker had a grin on his face as he stepped closer. Invading my private space.

He placed two fingers under my chin and tilted my head up. I raised an eyebrow and met his stare with my own.

”Good, and remember, you do everything it takes.” Elvis chuckled beside me.

I didn’t quite understand what he meant but I could tell it was some sort of peak.

”Perhaps you would like to take the streets, Parker?" I said and smiled stiffly at him.

His grin disappeared and he removed his hand.

Being the only girl amongst four guys could be difficult. I could never really see them as my friends, they all looked at me the same way Elvis did. With lust and hunger.

We all started walking to our separate targets. I hit the streets and walked casually amongst the others there.

I looked into a Chanel store and saw a pair of boots I really liked. Not that I would ever pay that money for a pair of shoes, but a girl can look.

I continued walking past Loui Viton and Hilfiger, and that’s where the people started coming out. I made a beeline for a coffee shop and used the bathrooms. Quickly putting away the few things I had gathered so far.

And then I went back out.

I bumped into a woman and quickly apologized. As I walked past her, I placed her wallet in my bag. I walked in between two men and snatched their phones and a bracelet.

’Gold, nice.’

One man started walking towards me, I made eye contact with him before looking to the side, bumping into his shoulder. He placed his hand on my arm and asked if I was okay.

I nodded my head and apologized for being a clutz and then I left, I placed a watch in my bag and a ring. He had good taste.

I continued my stroll, casually looking into the stores and pretending to blend in with these people. Not that I ever would.

Yes, I have money, but I don't have the mindset of being rich. I would never go on a shopping spree at a place where three bags cost as much as a house.

I saw two men closing in on me and averted my eyes. I felt his wrist as I slowly passed him and started unhooking his watch. It was a Rolex, worth at least $60 000.

Never in my three years had I ever been caught. Because I was skilled. Because I was smooth and I went undetected. And because I never made anything personal.

But it is all bound to come to an end sooner or later. Too bad, it turned out to be sooner.

I felt a hand harshly grip hold of my arm. I turned in panic and saw the man I was stealing a watch from, boring his eyes into mine.

”I like my watch. And I'd like to keep it.” I gulped. This had never happened but the guys said that if ever I did get caught, just pretend like it was a mistake.

”I-I’m so sorry. I wasn't trying to steal your watch,” I said. Sounding slightly offended.

With a closer look at the man, as he turned around, his hand still firmly around my arm. I could see how gorgeous he was. I could see his sharp jawline, his plumed lips, his piercing blue eyes. I could see the anger in them as well but his looks held my full attention.

I didn't dare to look down, however badly I wanted to see the body adjusted to that face. His jaw clicked and his brows came together as he searched my face.

His nose wrinkled and he turned his head looking at his friend. His friend seemed to be quite amused by the situation. Whereas for me, for the first time since I started, was panicking.

Not that it showed, but my heart that otherwise speeded, had stopped. I could barely feel it.

~Tyler~

”Welcome to the annual meeting of the boards. I am especially glad to announce that Mr. Porter has agreed to the merger and will be working in close quarters with us. With no further ado, let’s celebrate!” Eruptions of cheers and glasses being swirled and refilled filled the room. The cigars were being lit and the event that everyone works all year for had arrived.

”Let the girls in!” I said and finished my glass.

I narrowed my eyes at Mr. Porter, whose eyes were glued to the door that just opened.

I walked to the back, where Noah was sitting, in the corner with a bottle of Glenfiddich- 55.

I slumped down on the chair and placed my glass on the table. Noah filled it up quickly and I took a brink drink.

”Did you see it?” I stared at Mr. Ported back, watching him pay one of the women as she was sitting on his lap.

”It’s around his neck.” I said and looked to my side.

Two of the women came to the back, both of them with bare chests and a string in-between their asses. Not covering up very much. Which is why we’re paying them.

”Care for a dance, Mr. Chaps?” I rose a brow and leaned back. Waiting for her to get on with it.

I looked over at Noah who raised his glass in a cheer as the other woman held him happy.

  * * *

We were walking on Elmer street, needing some fresh air after this week.

”So, what's the plan, boss?” Noah asked me, sarcasm laced his annoying voice.

I looked at him disapprovingly and saw the smirk that played on his face.

”I have no fucking idea. Maybe we can hire of those women to fuck him and grab the USB drive in the meantime,” I said. It was meant as a joke but actually sounded quite decent.

”And after getting that money to fuck a fat douchebag, what do you think they will do with the drive? Give it back to you - no questions asked?”

He had a point.

Fuck.

I saw a woman walking towards us. Her brown hair blowing away from her face. Her mind was elsewhere, she didn't see us.

As she came closer and I got a better look, this girl was fucking hot.

Her body was curved, her hips swaying as she walked.

I wanted to ask her to turn around for me, but I didn't feel like taking a slap to the face today.

She walked past us, but then I felt it.

She had seen us, she had spotted her hit.

My whole body tensed as her soft fingers graced my skin.

I grabbed her arm and yanked her to a stop.

As she turned around, her big eyes nearly melted my fucking mind.