“Ya got this, baby.”
Isabela put her tanned legs up on the dashboard as he got out of the car, lighting up a cigarette. This deal wasn’t going to be as cut-and-dry as it could’ve been - things rarely ever were in their line of work. Not that they had ever wanted it to be… they didn’t sign up for this life for it to be boring
. Tricks and backstabbing were a necessary part of any scoundrel’s artillery. So when Garrett suggested planting a bomb, Isabela eagerly agreed. Fuck yeah.
There was no nervousness as the car appeared through the treeline. Garrett always had a confidence about him. As dangerous as their lives were, she never found herself worrying
. Her Champion always came out on top. They were always two steps ahead of everyone else. Garrett was building an empire and they were getting rich. Sometimes it felt like their luck would never run out.
She returned his wink by blowing a kiss. A little good luck charm never hurt.
Isabela wasn’t paying that much attention to what was going on outside the vehicle, knowing the fireworks would start soon. Garrett knew what he was doing (though what he was doing was usually baiting, following somewhat-deserved black eyes). The sound cut out of the Buzzfeed video she was watching as a message from Bethany popped up: Are we still good for dinner tonight?
Just as she opened it up to respond, their bomb finally went off, followed by the familiar sound of gunshots. We might be a little late.
If they went at all.
Eyes rolling as she looked up from her phone to see her boyfriend doing what she could only describe as flailing, Isabela slid her phone into her bra and got out of the car. The trunk popped open and she revealed the false bottom.
Isabela considered the three bodies for a moment before throwing her cigarette butt onto the one with a ponytail. What man thought that
was a good look? No wonder he was dead; she would’ve killed him for his fatal fashion sense. Isabela crouched down next to Garrett and plucked the watch off of the leader’s wrist. He wouldn’t be needing it anymore. “Five million dollars richer look good on us.”
It’ll take time to get the product moved and then, the most agonizing part, having it laundered. This feeling, though, right now, having outwitted them? It made it all worth it.
Stepping away from the rapidly growing puddle of blood (she couldn’t stain these new leather boots), her attention turned to the blazing vehicle. The dark plume of smoke was ascending higher and higher. Out here, away from the countless eyes in the city, they’d be lucky with a few extra minutes before anyone saw anything. They were still racing against time. Sooner or later someone would call in the suspicious smoke cloud. The dead men’s crew would be waiting for the all-clear. The sooner they got out of this the better.