Dis claimer: this story doesn't belong to me. It was written by some genius being who captured my attention few years ago. I really love this story and I wanna share this to you guys. I hope you like it.

I do not own skins.

Chapter I

Emily licks her index finger before she continues counting her money. She's grinning like a bloody fucking evil whilst walking back to her car in the parking lot. The horse that she chooses to bet won again earlier in the horse race. It was so nice to have an easy money in that kind of gambling. Next time, she'll double her bet. If she gets lucky, she can be a fucking millionaire for just a couple of years.

"I'm so fucking genius!" she taps herself for a job well done. "At fucking last, I can have my own business to run. You'll see, Mum." She looks up at the sky. "You'll know my abilities how to get rich and I will be a fucking one." She laughs like there's no tomorrow.

"Don't fucking dare turning your back or I'll rip your bloody neck open."

Her hands remained in the air and also her laughs stops when she feels the sharp metal thing in her back that stinging so badly against her sensitive skin. "Oh my bloody fucking Christ. Please don't hurt me, I won't fight back. I'm a woman, weak. I don't have – "

"Shut the fuck up! Give me all your money!"

"All? My money?" she seizes her money and held it so tightly like it's her dear life whilst simply looking around to ask some help. She's now asking herself as to why she decided to go home earlier than the usual time from the race track at London race center. And now, she has no one to ask some help with.

"Erm… can we settle it in a good and autonomous way?"

"No! Give me your fucking money or I'll kill you!"

"Wait, wait, wait! Just a moment, I'll give it to you." She slowly puts her hands down whist holding her money. She was not really ready to let it go. She waited for weeks to have a dream that something or someone will whisper to her ear the number she needs to choose to win in the race. Then suddenly, she will lose it just like that? What will happen to her plans about having a business?

She needed the fucking money so bad!

She still tries thinking a good solution to run away from the hold upper, with her precious money still intact with her. She heard a voice from somewhere.

"Hey! What's going on out there?"

She leisurely saw a tall figure coming to them. When they notice, the hold upper suddenly got distracted, she runs away quickly. But it was so fast that the hold upper managed to grasp the bag full of her money then hurriedly run away.

"Hey you fucking faggot! You asshole! Bring my fucking money back!" when Emily tried following the hold upper, someone stops her by pulling her back. She reacted hysterically. "Let me fucking go! He stole my money!"

"Are you fucking out of your mind? Jesus!" she pinches the bridge of her nose. "Why would you follow that wanker now that you are safe?"

"But my money is not safe!" But the girl who save her didn't let her go to follow the hold upper. Her poor money was totally disappeared from her vision. "My money…"

"That guy has a knife. Is the money more important than your own life?"

Now, even the shadow of her money, she will not see it. Her attention now focuses to the woman who helped her. For the first time, she had a glimpse of her wanted hero. Especially her anger.

"Yes!" Emily shouted. "Because that money was my fucking life! Now, what should I bloody do without it?"

"It's my fault now? I saved you."

"Did I ask you to save me? I can handle myself! I don't need any help from anyone!" She so frustrated and all she can do is to slap the woman in front of her on her shoulders. But the woman was able to protect herself from the impending pain she will feel if that small cute hand landed to her shoulder making Emily angrier. "You bitch! You ruined my future! If you didn't come, I still have my fucking money!"

The woman remains staring at her. But Emily is not afraid of her and she glares back at her. Why should she be scared when the one she is looking at looks like a Greek goddess? If that woman didn't intervene earlier she might like her. But the most important thing now is her money and she doesn't have any care if the woman in front of her is stunning and gorgeous.

"If the money was really important to you, go ahead. Follow that hold upper. I won't stop you."

"Go ahead?! How can I run after him if he already left this fucking area?" she glares at her once again. "It's your fucking fault! It's really your fault! Pay the money I lost!" she opens her hand and presented her palm to receive the payment. "£200 thousand, hurry!"

The woman shook her head in disbelief. "I don't fucking believe this."

After that, the woman storm away to her car but Emily will not let her go unless she'll pay her money back. That was £200 thousand for Christ fucking sake! She intervene her body at the woman's car door for her not to go away.

"I will not accept this! You cannot go unless you pay the money I lost because of you!"

"You think I'll fall for this? I'm not stupid, Miss!"

"You are not stupid; you're just meddling in my business! Give me the money!" It is pretty obvious in the way the woman's dresses that she can give the money back to Emily. Add the model of the car that she knows only rich people can have. Her twin sister had this car.

She glances to Emily and loses her temper. She didn't expect that Emily will land her hands making her body trap against the car. She became an instant prisoner.

She leans on to Emily's face. "Do you think I don't know this kind of operation? I know you're an accomplice of that guy. It's like you plan to have your money stolen and then when someone go and save you, you let him go together with your 'money' then blame me and wants me to pay it. You'll have instant money without any problems. Pretty fucking convenient, I must say. But you will not get away with this."

"What the fuck are you saying? That is my money-"

"Let me tell you something, Miss. If you think I'll buy it, you're wrong. I am Naomi Campbell." She pokes Emily's head. "Don't make a fool out of me."

"I am not-"

"Is there any problem here, Miss Naomi?

2 patrol guards of the London race center saw them and came over. Emily recognizes them because of the uniform they are wearing. She can ask some help from them so that Naomi can be punish.

"Yes-"

"This woman is a hold upper." Naomi said then she walks away from Emily. "Arrest her."

"What-"she cannot protest when the guards grasp her hands. "I am not a fucking hold upper! Let me fucking go!"

"You can explain at the police station."

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