A/N Another re upload, sorry that I fail so much :/

The floor length mirror was the centrepiece of the bedroom. It multiplied the natural light coming in from the square window on the back wall. Even though my bedroom was the biggest room in my apartment it was still tiny. I bought it with money I had earned working at a sports store but I quit after a couple of years; grifting was all I ever wanted to do.

I remember the first time I ever stole money from someone. It was a Saturday night in a smoky west end bar. The music was too loud and it was hard to breathe with the sheer amount of people crammed into the four walls. A man in his early twenties was standing in front of me,
kissing a blonde girl in a tiny cocktail dress and eight inch heels. I could tell they would be gone in a minute, to his place or hers would be the question. The blonde's French manicured hand slid down his back and rested on his hip, just above his back pocket which contained a fat brown leather wallet. An edge of a twenty pound note was sticking out of it, it's purple clashing with the beige chinos which it was held in. Someone could take it easily if they wanted to, and then it struck me; why don't I take it? Twenty quid wouldn't hurt him, if anything it would teach him a lesson: be more alert when you're groping a girl. I looked around, everyone was too busy drinking to notice me so I went for it. I reached my fingers out to his wallet and pinched my fingers around the note. I flicked my wrist up and the note came out smoothly with no rip. I looked around once more and shoved
the money under my bra strap and scurried out the door. I can still feel the excitement and adrenaline that was going through my veins that night. I knew from that night on what I wanted to do with my life.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. For twenty-five I still looked quite young. My wavy mahogany hair grew down to my waist and I had it shaped around my heart shaped face. People usually complemented me on my eyes, they were an autumn green with sea blue around the edges
with dark eyelashes that tickled my brow bone. I was quite thin but not too much for people to think I didn't eat. I had built up muscle on my thighs and upper arms through the swimming I had done as a teenager, I used to love swimming but I was never good enough to compete in anything further than the local competitions held every year.

I pulled on my navy sweater, grabbed my phone and ran through my apartment to the front door. Locking it behind me, I walked out of the main block door and into the busy London street. I knew how to get a taxi round here, just walk down to the five star hotel on the corner, stand next to the parked cars and cross your fingers but today was my lucky day, I stopped a taxi outside my apartment.

My heels were clicking on the stone steps as I walked down to Eddie's bar. The door was open this time so I walked straight to the grifter's booth. Mickey stood up to speak to me.

"I'm glad you came Luna, but were not going to stay here. Sean will drive you to our penthouse and we'll discuss things there."

"That's fine Michael."

"Please call me Mickey, it's what everyone else does." he said with a smile.

"Sure Mickey, let's get going."

It was cute how he's letting me call him Mickey, it made me feel like he wanted me there in a way.

"Come on everyone," Mickey said to the group, "Let's get going."

Albert, Ash and Emma got up and left with Mickey, leaving me with Sean, but when Emma got to the doorframe she turned around to give me a cold look.

I turned to Sean, "What was that about?"

"She's protective of me. To her I'm still her little brother." he said with an apologetic smile.

"I never thought of it that way." I replied.

"Never mind all that, today Miss Rocha, I am your chauffeur."

I giggled, "Well let's not be late today."

He led me out through the red door, up the concrete stairs to the street. Sean pulled out his car keys from his jeans pocket. He pressed the unlock button and a silver Mercedes flashed orange in front of me.

"This is your car?" I exclaimed. If grifting with these guys could buy things like this then I was in.

"Yeah Luna, welcome to my life!" We laughed as we climbed into the car. God, the seats in this car were more comfortable than the couch in my apartment. The engine purred to life and he set off to the penthouse.

"So Luna, what got you into grifting?"

"It was a mixture of things, the first time I stole it was easy, the guy was too distracted to notice. I just didn't want to be that person who got a minimum wage job who settled down at forty-five to start a family. Grifting's fun, I like it. Did you always want to be a grifter?"

"I always wanted to be an actor so Emma and I started grifting so we could pay the drama school fees, but there's no chance of that now. I'm a criminal, or as Mickey says 'I work outside the law'." he smirked.

"But you get to act every day when you're carrying out a con, you can't say you've had no experience."

"I suppose so." he said quietly.

We spent the rest on the journey in silence while I took in all the London landmarks. The Shard was glistening in the midday sun and the London Eye was twirling, full of tourists. I never had a chance to
fully experience the beauty of London, I spent my life here scurrying around trying to make a living.

We approached a tall glass skyscraper, "Here we are," said Sean.

"And you have the penthouse?"

"Sure do."

I couldn't begin to imagine how much it cost them to purchase the penthouse in a building like that. I better get used to it, if things go well today then this is my second home. The thought made me smile.

This was a late birthday present for dreamsdocometruee! Please review!