CHAPTER TWO

Ian woke up to a guard yelling at him,

"Get up Mr. Howe. You have a visitor; how an arse like yourself ended up with a piece of meat that hot I don't know. She's a hot one that wife of yours." Ian tried not to act surprised, he ran over the names of all the women he knew that would be able to break him out of gaol he came out with one, Mathilda.

"Damn straight she is, and she wouldn't touch someone like you with a ten foot pole!"

Ian was lead out into the visitors room, standing behind a chair, waiting impatiently, was a beautiful lady with long blonde hair wearing a amazing summer dress, and a large pair of Gucci sunglasses, when she saw Ian she smiled and walked over, Ian stared at her legs and dragged his eyes up to her face.

He jogged forward and wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her hard,

"Ian, hey." She said, close to tears as she leant her face into his chest. He smiled and wiped the tears of her soft cheeks,

"Hey Mathilda, I'm so sorry." He whisper and choked out the words, Mathilda smiled; she could tell that he meant it.

"No problems, Macgregor explained it all to me." Ian kissed her again,

"Aye you two! Knock it off! You can't do that in here! Sit down!" yelled one of the guards, Mathilda pulled a face and kissed Ian's cheek before sitting down.

They sat in silence, just looking at each other.

"I've missed you." Ian said, breaking the silence first. Mathilda nodded,

"And I you. Look Ian, I need to go, but I will come back and see you again, I promise." She smiled and stood, still holding his hand, she squeezed it and turned to leave, but he did not let her go, he pulled her back into him and kissed her hand.

"See you soon." He let her hand go, and watched her leave. The guard then led him back to his cell.

Mathilda walked out of the gaol, tears in her eyes, she hopped into her convertible, and wiped away her crocodile tears. She never cried about men, they were not worth it. She revved the engine and roared out of the prison car park once she was on the high way she pulled of her wig and bit her lip, she had now seen the prison, and she knew exactly how she would get Ian out.

Back in his cell, Ian flopped onto his bunk and stared at the roof, a smile on his face. He ran his hands over his chin and shook his head. Even though she was wearing a wig, he could see the changes in her face, she was more mature and even more beautiful, which he did not think could have been possible.

He wished that he had been able to get her out of gaol. He had tried, but without her, his brain had seemed to not work as well as before, his ideas never came, his temper had become shorter and he had ended up getting so frustrated at how his life had began falling apart with out her that he forced himself to forget about her. Even with that attitude, he was thrilled that she was back in his life. She may be his weakness, but without her, he did not feel whole. He doubted that she was so dependent on him, but he was sure that she liked him back, even if it was only a little. He sighed and remembered all of the jobs they had spent time on together. He chuckled as he remembered the occasion in New Jersey when the pair of them had faked being a married couple so that they could gain information on the transportation of a large jewelry shipment, which they were going to heist.

"I can not believe you talked me into this Ian, I look more like your younger sister, or daughter even, rather than you're wife." Ian laughed and glanced across at Mathilda as they drove up the driveway to the large expensive hotel, where the jewelry convention was being held.

"I am not that old, thank you very much. I'm only nine years older than you, now that's a damn young father if you ask me." Mathilda laughed bitterly and checked her appearance in the mirror,

"Yes, but you see, you are so not lucky enough to have a girl like me." She smiled a triumphant smug smile, which vanished immediately after Ian's reply of-

"But Mathilda, I do have you. Why else do I live with you, see you everyday, have you cook some of my meals, fetch me snacks and coffee, massage my back and." He laughed and stopped as they pulled up to the valet parking. The valet walked up to the car and opened the doors for them,

"Hello sir, jewelry convention?" Ian nodded,

"I shall have the boys take in your luggage, please see the man over there for your room number and convention times." Ian had nodded and handed the valet a crisp fifty dollar note,

"Thank you my lad." Mathilda and he then walked up to the front door of the hotel, both dressed in designer clothes, Ian wearing a gold and diamond tie piece, rings, expensive watch. While Mathilda was dripping in exclusive and dazzling diamonds and gold.

"Hello sir, name please." Said the door man,

"James Harlot." Replied Ian, in a crisp upper class British accent, the door man checked the list and marked him off,

"Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Harlot, here is your key, you are in room 345, on the third floor, overlooking the ocean as requested, and here is a list of the convention times and events. If you need any assistance with anything, do not hesitate to call, you have a personal assistant on line 06." The man then clicked his fingers and the luggage boys had rushed ahead with their luggage.

"Have a good day."

Ian nodded his head and lead Mathilda off to the elevator. The convention lasted all day after a formal dinner with the people who knew about the pick up and drop off points, Ian and Mathilda, or James and Lucinda Harlot, retired to their rooms.

All up the whole job went well, they stole the jewelry, sold it into the black market, and didn't get caught.

That had been their first job together without the others; it was the beginning of many.