"Im Lara." She said smiling and Devin slammed his glass onto the table loud enough for Lara to notice but not too loud for the other men to notice.
"She`s engaged with me. Not known each other for long but you know me, i cant keep my eyes off the prettiest of women." Devin said cheesily. The man who had been chatting across from Lara turned to his wife. She had white, pale, pasty skin which was engraved with wrinkles and eyebags encircling each eye like a predator stalking its prey. Her lips were pursed and packed with a pink painty textured lipstick which stood out but was clearly mismatched due to the shade of pink her outfit was. She wore a light pink jumper and pink blazer over it which conjoined with her pink pants and peachy coloured shoes.
She glanced up noticing her husbands peircing stare and stopped using her metallic fork to string up the long pieces of tangled spaghetti.
"Why can't you be like this young girl you stupid bitch!" The last word that escaped his mouth made her quiver with fear and a shade of red covered her wrinkly cheeks. She lowered her head in shame whilst he shouted more insults her way.
Devin quickly nudged Lara and grabbed her cheek and made it look like he was kissing her neck when really he was telling her the first phase of the plan.
"The guns are hidden in their car which is parked in our garage. Do anything to get yourself out of here." He said catching the attention of the man who stopped his tiring rant at his wife. Devin needed to disguise this as normal so he placed his hand on Lara`s leg and bit on her neck before pulling away keeping his hand firmly on her leg.
"You cant keep your hands off her can you? How old are you young girl?"
"23." She said truthfully yet she felt like she was lying through her teeth. She felt Devin's hand go higher and higher up her skirt so she discreetly took his hand and placed it on his own lap causing him to turn to her.
"Well my wife used to look like that but this wrinkly shitbag had to age!" He said turning to her to have his second rant while she stared at the red tablecloth with her glassy eyes. This was Lara's chance.
She reached her skinny arm out in an attempt to grab some cutlery to eat her untouched dinner and knocked over her glass of blood red wine and it spewed over the whole tablecloth. She forced herself up, hands over her mouth to act shocked. Devin turned to her with a devilish smirk and placed his hand on her leg.
"It's okay darling. There is some napkins in the cupboard down stairs, get them and we will clean up." She nodded and walked straight past him and followed the directions Devin had told her to the garage.
Walk forward towards the door then open the white door walk down the stairs and go in the grey door marked "G1".
Lara carefully followed these instructions and walked into a supercar showroom full of expensive and classy cars that must of cost a couple of million each. She studied the pegassi cars and grottis that sat infront of her before spying the guest's cars. She walked over and checked the registration plate.
WE4LTH.
That was the car we needed. She studied the car a bit more before approaching the trunk and forcing it open with her high heel. As the trunk opened, a black long case was revealed and she quickly unbuckled the safety seals that were keeping it shut. There the guns where. An engraving was on the side of the gun and Lara couldnt help but read it. "JB 700 guns."
That was the car Franklin got for him the previous week. What could he possibly need these for?
She quickly bundled them back up and shut the trunk before running towards the garage door and sprinting up the steps to the cupboard sliding the guns inside. She stepped out of the stairwell and into the dining room again.
"Sorry Devin. No towels anywhere." She said placing herself back down onto her seat.
"We cleaned it up anyways." He said his tone changing. This tone caused the italian man to turn and look at Devin, who for some reason had red ablazing in his eyes. The italian man let hisself out of his chair and grabbed his wife violently instructing her to stand up and that she followed.
"Well i think that is our que to leave Devin. Really Thank you thank you the meal was lovely." He said dragging his wife towards the exit, Devin following on close behind. She felt a sick feeling develop into her stomach and started to feel light headed. What had happened while she was away. Their voices faded the further on they walked and soon the front door shut with a slam and footsteps began to pound against the wooden flooring.
"Lara come on darling." He said grabbing her arm and dragging her to the lounge. She was so used to this so she went along with it.
"Now your friends have a large debt that you are gonna need to pay off." He said voice angry.
"What like?"
"Robbing my good friends Merryweather." She pulled her arm away and rubbed where the hand imprint was.
"What do i need to do?" She said thinning her eyes. He leaned in for a slow gentle kiss and there they had two hours with each other.
For the second time.