~A.N~
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Seven
Bulletproof
I know you are coming to the heist, stay away. Blaine will hurt you and I won't be able to protect you. Please baby, listen to me.
The first thing that struck Kim as she read the message was that she was going to get there no matter what, that she was going to get to him and going to help him.
She wanted to save him from Blaine herself.
The second thing that washed over her was warmth from how he still found a way to make butterflies appear from nothing. The last sentence caused a smile to spread across her face, and it wouldn't disappear.
Someone honked behind her and jolted the blonde out of her bliss, her foot gently pressing the gas pedal. She glanced in her mirror to see another teenager with pimples and a cigarette propped in his hand.
Greasy, slicked back hair and a mole above the eye. The nose hairs that she could easily see were scarring.
She shivered in disgust and her eyes moved back to the road in front of her, as her mind floated back to Jack and what his stupid ass was about to do.
"Where did he say the damn heist was going to be at . . ." She made a right as a memory suddenly struck her. "Tyson said Shoprite. Well here I come."
"Alright, Jack here is the second in command. Brewer, say hello to Victor and Layton." Jack didn't even bother to throw a nod their way. They were in their twenties and had blonde and brown hair, from Jack's small glace.
His mind was too busy going haywire about Kim and what her intentions where. He sent her a text and didn't feel his phone vibrate from his pocket yet, and that's what worried him. She needed to be safe. He wanted her to be safe. Blaine threw a bulletproof vest at Jack, and he caught it with a small groan. "What the hell?"
"As soon as we walk in there pigs will be all over us. As much as I want you to be shot up, the gang needs you more than a dead body. Put the damn thing on and grab a ski mask."
Jack did as he was told, tugging off his black t-shirt and strapping the vest on, reaching over and grabbing a police belt to stick on his waist. He threw his shirt back on and seized a jet black ski mask, pulling it over his face. His nose was instantly hit by the smell of mold and he tried not to gag.
Blaine probably grabbed the thing from the basement of the main hideout, where mold and bugs breed. "Brewer and I will be on team one while you two will be on the other. Team two goes in the front, while we go in from the back. We will meet up at the front and start the heist from there. If there turns out to be too many cops we will grab some hostages for some ransom money. Clear?"
Layton grabbed an Uzi from his car, "What will the total payout be you think Blaine?" Blaine laughed as he pulled his ski mask over his head.
"Maybe a million. Maybe a dollar. It all lies on Brewer here." Jack took an ASP pistol from the pile and loaded in a few rounds as Blaine grabbed his Olympia. Victor was left, having a choice between an MP5 and a sawed-off shotgun.
He tugged his red mask over his face and grabbed the MP5 with a hidden smirk. "Let's move!" Blaine shouted, as Victor and Layton took off to the front of the store. Jack went to move by Blaine's sudden grip on his arm held him back. "Where's your red Jack?"
"Up my ass," He answered as he took a red bandana from his pocket and tied it around his left arm. Blaine's crooked smile was bold as he took the lead to the back of the store.
"Put your pistol to the first head you can find and get the cash. Everything is on you."
"I'll make sure to do my worse," Jack answered dryly as they walked in to the store, the screams shattering their eardrums already.
"Someone call nine-one-one!" A man shouted, but Blaine cut him off with a blow to the back. Jack made his way to where the cash was, sirens already sounding from off in the distance.
He walked up to a girl with blonde hair and put the pistol up to the side of her head, cocking the gun as a gasp escaped her. "Start unloading the money, hurry up."
Kim was passed by three cop cars as she pulled into Shoprite, her mind heavy with thoughts. She quickly parked the car and jumped out, running towards the front of the building and getting inside before the cops blocked it off, her face growing worried.
"Oh god Jack, what are you doing?" She mumbled, as she walked in and had a gun pointed at her.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" The man had on a red mask and the blonde quickly threw a roundhouse kick to his groin, grabbing his gun and running towards the figure that was by the cashier stands her eyes had locked on as soon as she entered the building.
The figure was the same as Jack's so she could only hope it was him. She walked up behind him and saw the pistol pressed against an older lady's skull. Money was being shoved quickly into a bag. The MP5 shook in her hands. "J-Jack?" Her voice was quiet, and the man turned around with a jump, pistol on Kim.
His eyes widened when he saw who it was and he instantly dropped his sidearm from aiming at Kim's head. "Kim!"
He tucked the gun in his belt and pulled the girl into a hug, his heart beating fast as his mind filled with opinions. She held onto him tightly, her hands clutching the back of his shirt as his callused hands rubbed her back.
They stayed locked in the hug for what seemed like years, even if it was only minutes. Jack pulled back and checked the girl for any scratches, as Blaine's angry voice shouted at Layton a few aisles over. Victor's cursing mixed in, as Jack's eyes looked down to see the submachine gun placed on the floor below them, his eyes growing questioning towards Kim. "That's—"
"I took karate as a kid . . . I brushed up on some moves just in case. Apparently self-defense does come in handy." Jack was so stressed in that moment; he couldn't help but laugh softly.
"That's my girl," Kim smiled as a small blush tinted her cheeks. "But Kim," Jack's voice turned serious, "you need to get out of here—now."
"BREWER!" Blaine's voice reached Jack's ears and he quickly but gently pushed Kim down and out of sight. Blaine rounded the corner, shotgun raised. "Where's the blonde Jackson? Where the hell is she?"
"I don't know what you are talking about Blaine. I'm just getting the money." Blaine pulled the trigger and Jack covered his head as the bullet nicked his ear and went into the light above him.
"Where. Is. She." Kim slowly lifted the MP5 up, the butt grazing Jack's hand. He got a good grip on it and stalled Blaine, Kim starting to stand up next to him. "You got five seconds Jack. Or else I will end it."
"I'd like to see you try. How's that hand doing Blaine? Can you move it?" The man growled and went to say something but before he could, Jack pulled up the submachine gun and held down the trigger, blindly firing at Blaine and hoping he killed him.
Once the mag ran out, he dropped the gun and grabbed Kim, running towards the back entrance. But before he could, someone grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him down, the wind getting knocked out of him. Victor's twisted smile appeared above him and he heard Kim scream to the left of him.
He quickly jumped up but as he did, Victor grabbed his ski mask and yanked it off his head in an attempt to grab the boy, successfully pulling out some mere strains of hair in the process.
Jack didn't even feel the slight burn as he sent a punch to Victor's face, sending the other man reeling backwards. He backed into a pole and then fell, some packaged foods falling on top of his crumpled body.
Jack smiled for a second, but it disappeared just as fast when he turned around and saw Layton with Kim at gunpoint. Jack reached down for his pistol but Layton's voice stopped him. "You touch that and I'll kill her."
Jack froze as the criminal words met his ears. "Let her go Layton. This is between you and me. Let her go." The man laughed deeply and Jack got a good look at him. Light brown hair, with brown eyes that were deep and his frame was more on the skinny side. If he could just get close enough to tackle him . . .
"Maybe I can sell her to the gang and get paid millions more than we could ever get from a fucking heist, huh Jack?"
Jack inched closer, "Shut up,"
"Or maybe, I can just let her meet your ma and pa in hell. I heard they died from an 'accident'." Jack's head snapped up and his eyes were darker than Kim had ever seen them before.
Just from looking into his eyes, chills entered Kim's body and she looked down at the floor, the gun jabbing into her side harder as Layton's grip grew tighter on her shoulder. "Maybe blondie here and your ma could be good friends you know? The both of them are bitches anyway—"
Layton didn't get to finish his sentence before Jack rammed into him, sending him to the ground and Kim to the left.
Kim's head hit the sharp spot on the bottom of a shopping cart and pain exploded in her forehead. Her doe brown orbs moved over to the spot across from her where Jack's blurry form sat on top of a struggling body, the arms and feet of the body below flailing like crazy.
Kim blinked her eyes twice to get the blurriness to go away and then slowly stood up, her hand enclosing over a handle to use as a grip.
It took a minute but the blonde got up and started to move over to Jack, nearly falling on top of him when she placed her hand on his shoulder.
He stopped and looked over just as a hushed word left her lips and she fell to the ground, blackness like a curtain to her vison.
Jack caught her with bloodied hands before her head hit the ground; the words she uttered just seconds ago rang heavily in his ears. "Don't. Please."
