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Author's note: it's here finally… And for all the people following this or review the last chapter… thanks for your support… and sorry for the wait… oh and grammar… Anyways enjoy.
I Make Them Good Girls Go Bad.
Prt. 5
I Wish I Had…
'I can't believe I'm doing this, I didn't think I would ever have to do this crap again.' Everything she was about to do seem so wrong in her mind, but in the end she felt it was the only way… 'unless I held a bake sale, or something…" what was she thinking, she can't bake. She can feel her heart rate pick up as she drives through the poorly lit streets. Traffic was slim to none, which she thought was weird considering it was only eleven at night. But that was probably because it was Sunday, and most people will have to wake up and go to work tomorrow morning. Santana unfortunately was one of those people. 'Sleep wouldn't be happening anytime soon.' She thought as she swerves around a slow moving van. The guy must've been drunk because he was swerving majorly around the road, 'that's safe.' At least she wasn't going to put anyone's life at risk like that asshole, she thinks as she tries to justify her upcoming actions. 'This isn't going to work…' she needed to try and focus on what she was about to do and not on random things like drunk drivers. If she got distracted she could become complacent and fuck up the job, and she really couldn't afford to mess up considering the consequences would be jail time. And she knew she couldn't rock that look, orange wasn't her color. It clashed with her skin tone. So she tries to focus on the present, she runs through possible scenarios as she raced through the streets of L.A. She wasn't necessarily worried about the jacking itself, but was worried about being caught in the act. She had more of a 'love hate' relationship with the cops… 'I mean really they don't call, they don't write, what's a girl to think?' "Okay seriously focus…" She'd mastered the art of the jimmying years ago, and knew how to dismantle any car alarm, but the idea of being caught by the cops was making her more than nervous. 'Everything's going to be fine, you just need to jack this ride and deliver it to the warehouse, no big.' Santana had the route mapped out in her mind along with several escape routes just in case. She knew where the vehicle was going to be, the year of the vehicle, the model, color, and drop off point, the only thing she didn't know is whose it was. Which was probably for the best. She pulls her black street bike behind a restaurant five blocks away from where she was supposed to pick up the truck. This was just part of the process she'd developed over the years 'rule one: park far enough away from the target vehicle so when they report the missing vehicle you don't have to worry about then mentioning seeing any suspicious vehicles.' 'Rule two: wear clothing that doesn't make you stand out, or label you as a criminal, you need something that people won't remember.' 'Rule three: know your neighborhoods.' This rule was when she jacked in heavy gang territories. She usually brought someone with her then, because there was no way she was getting shot at alone. In the past that person was Puck, she relied on him to have her back, but that was in the past, and this wasn't supposed to be happening again. She knew the neighborhood she was in was safe, so she didn't bring Puck. That and the fact he was still hurt would only slow her down. Plus there was no known gang activity here, just people with nice cars stupid enough to park them on the street. She was thankful for the little things. Santana makes her way towards the residential neighborhood just down the street. She walks quickly as possible, wanting nothing more than to get this job done and go home. These streets weren't as bare as she'd hoped, there were people walking back to their cars as a vintage movie theater was just getting done. She noticed they were showing some foreign German movie, she'd never heard of it, let alone pronounce the movie's title. 'I wonder if Brittany will take me to a movie?' she blushes at the thought of sitting through a movie with the blonde. She was sure neither of them would understand this foreign movie, yet it would be a nice break from her normal date nights. Which usually involved large quantities of alcohol followed by the walk of shame the next morning. Ahead of her she can see a black truck parked on the side of the road. This was it. This was the truck she was supposed to steal. As she got closer she could clearly see the license plates, they matched the email. 'Bingo we got a winner.' The truck itself wasn't anything too extravagant, but she could tell that for an older 2000 model, this truck did have a lot of work put into it, and that's why Brucie wanted it. She drops a fake pair of keys next to it as a couple walk past her. She bends over and waits for them to pass as she picks up the keys. This was another thing she'd developed, making it look like she was about to set off the alarm by accident. 'Whoops.' She picks up the keys and pulls out her jimmy at the same time, and before most people could even open a door with a key Santana pops the truck's lock. The alarm goes off as she opens the door, but she dismantles it before it catches onlookers attention. She then quickly wires the truck before anyone notices her, and peels off down the street. Santana lets out the breath she'd been holding since she opened the truck, at least no one yell, "that's my truck!" As she sped away towards the drop point. As she drove she checked to make sure there wasn't any sort of GPS system or OnStar, just in case someone was attempting to find said truck. She relaxes slightly when she doesn't find any. 'Thank god.' As she drove she continuously checked the rearview mirror just in case, she also stuck to the back roads as much as possible to avoid stop lights, which was nearly impossible in this town. The last thing she wanted was photographic evidence of her stealing a car. There was something off though, as she got closer to Brucie's she couldn't shake this strange feeling. It wasn't a bad feeling or anything, more like deja vu, this truck seemed so familiar. But then again it wasn't that uncommon of a vehicle, maybe she'd stolen one before, and was having flashbacks from then. 'No that can't be…' she could recall why this vehicle felt so familiar, in the end as she pulled into the empty load yard. As soon as she honked her horn the garage door to warehouse 13 opened. She drove the truck inside quickly and slammed it into park. She was done… no mistakes, no cops, and now all that was left was payment.
"Eh, there she is!" A man's voice calls to her as soon as she gets out of the truck. He was a bald looking man, wearing a white better and basketball shorts, he was also walking towards her.
'Speaking of payment.' She thinks to herself as the man who looked like he just got done popping steroids comes closer to her.
"Santana… long time no see, am I right" the man yells in her face before enveloping her into an unwanted hug. Santana attempts to push the meat head away.
"Brucie, I'd say I missed you, but it would be a lie."
"Still as bitchy as ever. God, but look at you…" the man pulls back to take in the girl appearance, not at all being modest as he eyes her boobs. "You've grown. Hell I remember the first time I saw you… just a little piece of shit trying to break into one of my workshops." He says smugly. It was true, that's how they'd met.
"Please don't remind me."
"So… when did you get back from New York, and why I'm I just seeing you." He says as she leads her through the garage. Santana rolls her eyes, she really didn't like Brucie.
"Look I just want my money… I didn't come here to catch up." She says finally detaching herself from the man's grasp as they walked.
"Come on Santana baby… tell ol' Brucie why I haven't seen you." Around them cars were being torn apart. It was loud, but hell it was a garage after all.
"I've been busy." She says not really wanting to say more.
"I heard that bitch dumped you… tough break. Cuz she was hot as hell, I mean I would have done bad… well… you know. But hell there always more bitch to be snatched. Am I right." He slaps her ass.
'Okay that's it.' She reigns in her anger, trying her best not to slap the shit of out this dick, she still needed to get paid first.
"Brucie," she seethes "I just want the money."
"Right, for Puck… you know I heard he lost a bunch of the Russians money on you the other day. At first I was all like 'Fuck No', Santana Lopez doesn't lose, cuz I taught her the ropes of racing. But I'm guessing its true, you lost didn't you?" He says with a smirk as she opens the door that leads into his office. Santana follows him in, she doesn't reply but instead glares at the back of the bald man's head. "Man I can't believe you lost… shit good thing I wasn't there, if I'd lost that much money on you…" he trails off as he opens the nearby safe. Brucie's office wasn't glamorous, simply because they changed holding locations so often it made no sense to haul all of his shit around. This office consisted of a desk, chair with a small safe, and his pull up bar. "Here" He tosses her a manila envelope.
"How much is this." She weighs the envelope.
"Um, for the truck you heisted… um 30."
"What? 30 that's it? 30 grand? There's no way, that truck cost a hell of a lot more than that!" Santana yells at the man. Brucie smirks.
"Yeah, that truck would be worth more if we were selling the whole truck, but this baby is outdated, so I'm just going to have it be stripped. So you, my foxy vixen are only getting paid for the parts we're using."
Santana is shocked, she blinks a couple times before opening her mouth to protest. "What about my work time I mean hell…" she trails off. Brucie shrugs. "Brucie… come on man… help me out here… I need at least 40… Puck needs at least 40, otherwise he's going to be visiting the bottom of the harbor out there." She points to the door. Brucie shrugs again, he doesn't seem to care.
"Look baby, we're in a recession, okay. I can't give you top dollar for a truck that it's only going to be used for parts. Plus it's not like Puck's or your problems really affect me, right. So just take the money and go."
"Come on, there's got to be something we can work out..." As soon as she says it she regrets it. Being in debt to Brucie just seemed like a bad idea. Maybe Puck could get the rest of the money before the deadline. But it was too late, Brucie had heard exactly what she said so there was no going back. She starts to find it hard to swallow.
"Maybe there is something we could work out… if you know what I'm saying." He raises his eyebrows suggestively, which makes Santana gag.
"I'm not doing that!" She practically yells. Brucie smirks.
"Damn Lopez I was just kidding… I mean you're practically like family to me… and I don't fuck family… well except that one time, when I actually fucked…"
"EW… I don't need to know that!" She cuts him off and walks towards the door.
"Look I didn't know she was family… I mean I thought she was just crashing the family reunion… anyway we stopped once we found out." Brucie tries to explain but in the end he still comes out sounding like a total sleaze. "Anyway, for 10 grand I could just buy one of those Asian brides… you know what I mean" he gives her a wink, making Santana's skin crawl. "Look, what I'm trying to say is… I have another job coming up. It's a high target vehicle and I want you to be the one to pick it up for me."
"Brucie… I really don't… I mean there has to be someone else that can do this."
"Look, I want the best for this one, and I can't afford mistakes. In the end you're the best, cuz I taught you everything you know." Santana doesn't know what to say. "Look the way I see it is, you need this money right? This is what I can offer." Santana still doesn't say anything. "Okay fine…" he pulls out another envelope from the vault and places it on the corner of the desk. "Here's 10… and I'm going to leave it right here on my desk, and if you can decide to take it I'm going to assume you're going to do this job for me. Once all the details are online I'll send you the info, and if you're still not comfortable with it then… we can find other arrangements" this time he touches her arm. There was no hidden meaning, it was doing the job or sleep with the creep. "I'll give you time to decide." He gets up and leaves the crappy office. Santana can't help but eye the 10 grand sitting on the desk, but was getting this money for Puck really worth the trouble of dealing with Brucie more than she had to? I mean she loved Puck like family but she felt dirty working for Brucie again. In the end she grabbed the envelope and rushed out of the warehouse as quickly as possible. She felt like a hooker taking the money, but really there was no other way to get the money, besides selling her bike, and that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
'Dammit Puck… you so owe me so bad.' Outside the warehouse a black taxi is waiting for Santana, Brucie always gave her transportation back to her bike at the end of a drop. The taxi was paid for since it was Brucie's crime partner company. She was just happy to get to her bike and get home. She was relieved that it was still in the alleyway, unmoved from where she'd parked it. She quickly pulls on her helmet and heads back towards her shitty apartment. Its 230 am by the time she gets home and she was exhausted to say the least. She rolls her bike through the broken door and parks it in the kitchen.
"She's back!" Puck's voice comes from behind her, he sounded happy. She turns and faces the bruised man. "So… well, I'm guessing it went well since you're here and not calling me from jail." He raises his hand to give her a high five, but Santana blows him off. She instead throws him the money, Pucks face instantly lights up. "Oh thank you… Fuck!" Santana slaps him across his bruised face. "Damn girl, what the fuck was that for?" He holds his cheek.
"It's for being fucken stupid, and then dragging me into your shit!" She yells.
"Okay, look I'm sorry but come on… you used to do this all the time… hell, we used to live off of jacking cars! And I recall you saying it was the greatest rush you could experience."
"Yea! We use to… but I didn't want to have to do shit like that anymore… Puck don't you get how fucked up it is to work for Brucie… the guy is insane!" Santana yells at Puck.
"Look it's over now okay… I fucked up… and I'm sorry."
"No you don't get it, it's like your brain is too fucking slow… this is it, I'm not bailing you out anymore… ever, do you understand? I'm sick of this shit…" she walks into her bedroom and grabs a duffle bag. "I mean that stupid fucker now expects me to work for him again… because of you!" She grabs a bunch of her clothing and stuffs it into the duffle bag. Puck watches her from the doorway.
"Where the fuck are you going? It's like 3 o'clock in the morning."
"I told you before, I'm moving out of here… I can't stay here with that damn door broken… look just. Puck you're like the only person I have who I consider family, and I love you like a brother… but right now I really don't like you, so can you leave, please." She huffs.
"Look I'm sorry S."
"You know what, if you were really sorry you'd change. I mean you don't even have a job, or a real place to live, you couch surf from place to place. How are you okay to live like that?" The room got quiet again. "Look can you just go, I need some time to think."
"Fine, whatever… thanks for the cash." And with that he leaves. Santana wasn't too worried, she was sure as soon as she left this shitty apartment he'd be back to sleep, that's just how Puck operated. She packed only her essentials, which really amounted to some clothes, a few small electronics and some toiletries. Everything else was unimportant. She grabbed her savings from inside the toilet reservoir and hauled her duffle into the living room.
Her life was packed into one bag, and that just didn't seem right. How could she have so little? She didn't even have photos of friends to grab… and that was just sad. She rolls her bike back outside before slinging the bag and straddling the machine. She didn't bother looking back as she drove away from the crappy apartment. She left behind a bed, TV, and a couch, all of which probably wouldn't be there in the morning. She found herself driving towards the only place she had left to go, and at 430 she was knocking on a slightly less crapper apartment door.
"Motherfucker do you have any idea…" the door jerked open after she'd spent 5 minutes pounding on it.
"Hey…" she says when her friend opens the door. "Sorry Mercedes but… I need a place to stay." Her friend slams the door in her face. Santana was about to leave when she hears the girl struggling with several door locks. The door swings open revealing a very angry looking girl dressed in a night robe.
"Get your tan ass in here before I change my mind." The girl says. Santana starts to wheel her bike in. "Aw hell to the no, that thing isn't coming in here, are you crazy?"
"M. I can't leave it outside, someone might steal it."
"Good maybe it'll teach you a lesson…" Santana doesn't move she really doesn't want to leave her baby outside. "Fine… whatever but it says in the kitchen until we can find another place for it." The tired, angry girl says. Santana quickly rolls the bike in, and parks it in the kitchen. "And you better pray that thing doesn't leak oil everywhere!" The girl yells from the living room.
"Yeah, yeah…" when she walks back into the living room Mercedes is sitting on the couch, she still doesn't look happy.
"So… are you going to tell me why I'm getting woken up before I have to be?"
"I had to move out of my place… because of Puck…"
"Hold it right there… what the fuck did Puckerman do this time?" Santana shrugs.
"Owed money to the Russians…"
"And they trashed your place didn't they." Santana nods… it was almost the same story every time she had to move in with her friend. "Unbelievable… so how long do you need a place to crash?" She asks, she wasn't mad anymore… more like concerned. She knew Santana was trying to get away from her old life but Puck always seemed to fuck it up somehow.
"Just a couple days… until I find another crappy apartment complex the Russian don't know about." She says with some humor, trying to lighten the mood.
"Sweetie you're welcome to stay for as long as you like… so long as you buy your own damn food and pitch in on rent... Well…" the girl looks at her watch. "I'm going to sleep another 15 minutes before getting ready for work… what about you?"
"Naw… I'll just get ready now, there really isn't any point to attempt to sleep now, I'll still be fucking tired… do you mind if I ride with you this morning? I don't think I should be driving anywhere with the lack of sleep and shit."
"Yeah that's fine… but I think it Zizes turn to drive… she won't mind since we're all going to the same place." Mercedes goes back into her room to sleep another 15 minutes before she had to get ready for work. Santana wasn't working at the stadium today, but instead was working at another unflattering job. She pulls on her pink blazer, and pulls her hair back into a ponytail. Nope today she would be doing her least favorite job, cleaning other people's houses.
"Mierda mi vida."
And so starts another crappy day. She thinks as she sits in the back of her co-worker's car. Hopefully this week would be better. She could only pray.
End…
Sorry this chapter is kinda short but I think it's a good place to stop for now. Hopefully you'll like it and it didn't disappoint. I look forward to any reviews or suggestions. Anyways the next one will be the date with Brittany since she wasn't in this chapter.
