Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

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'There ain't not rest for the wicked, money don't grow on trees, I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, there ain't nothing for free.' Cage the Elephant

Chapter Two

BPOV

I woke with a start. Beads of cold sweat had formed on my forehead. I swiped at my face with my hands but paused.

Something definitely wasn't right. I gritted my teeth and prepared for the onslaught.

I pulled my Desert Eagle on something that moved out of the corner of my left eye.

I squeezed the trigger and the shot rang out around the warehouse. Nothing squeaked, squawked, yelled or moved.

I sighed in relief.

Fuck I had to get out of here. Cabin fever or something definitely.

I scrubbed at my face, feeling my eyes stinging from lack of sleep and my muscles aching from the concrete floor. I got myself up off the ground and pulled on some black jeans and a red flannel shirt that didn't smell too bad. I chucked on my Docs and was good to go.

I hated this whole squatting thing. Waking up feeling dirty, wearing the same socks three days in a row and not washing your hair for fucking weeks.

I holstered my two black Desert Eagles in the back of my jeans, and grabbed my leather jacket. I stared at the manila folder on the floor, before deciding to pick it up and stuff it in my jacket.

I walked out of the warehouse. Looking around at the scenery, I knew how much I loved Brooklyn, I did. It's just that the east coast held a few too many bad memories for me.

The sky was bleak, and it was drizzling with rain. I pulled my hood over my head and continued walking towards the nearest place that could sell me caffeine.

It was still early, probably only twenty to six. There were garbage trucks emptying bins, a few cars heading out on the streets but not too many souls lingering around.

I enjoyed the quiet. I could faintly hear the hustle and bustle of the city, but nothing too disturbing.

A diner came up in my sight and I waited before I knew someone would be coming out of the joint. I saw a man throwing some money down on a table before tucking his wallet back into the left hand side of his suit jacket.

'Left hand side' I breathed to myself.

I honestly preferred doing this on the subway at peak hour, rather than at ass crack of dawn when your mark is going to remember exactly who ran into him and when.

Jogging a little, I tried my best to 'accidentally' bump into him. My hand smoothly slithered inside his pocket. I took his wallet and I slipped it up my sleeve.

Keeping my head down, I apologised for my clumsiness and he walked off rolling his eyes. I stepped into the diner and ordered a coffee straight up. No sugar, no milk.

Sitting down at one of the booths nearest to the corner of the place, I pulled out the manila folder just as the lovely old lady behind the counter served me my cup of black liquid goodness.

Sighing after taking the first sip, I opened up the folder and looked through all of it again.

I put Edward Cullen's photo right to the back of the pile before my lady bits could get all tingly and looked to the next photo in the stack. It was a picture of the safe I am supposedly to crack.

Why did I agree to this in the first place?

It was a Narcissus. Only thirty of them were made in the world. They werevirtually impossible to break into using modern means. It stands at six feet tall and nearly a foot deep made entirely of steel and sheathed in chrome-plated aluminium. It uses a six number dial code, meaning I can't break into it electronically, the steel means I can't use any of my tools, especially since the stupid room is located so closely to absolutely every-fucking-thing.

Jesus. What on earth was Cullen keeping in there? Gold bars?

I took a deep breath and gathered myself. I can do this.

I'll just have to do it the old fashioned way.

I started scribbling things down that would be useful. I had the blueprints pretty much memorised, I had dealt with a safe like this once before knowing how amazingly hard it was going to be to break.

I would need at least seven minutes in that office alone, eight was going to be pushing it. The only time I would be able to even think about getting in there is when the club is open to patrons, and when Cullen is occupied by either his goons or tits.

'Hey girl.' A deep voice rumbled from across the table.

Startled, I grabbed all my papers stuffing them to the side before looking up. I relaxed a little.

'Jacob' I nodded at my fence. 'What brings you to this part of town?'

Jacob and I had known each other for a while. He was never any good at the stealing part, amazing at the trading though. My middleman and he was a damn good one at that. Although the fucker always tries to rip me for ten percent of whatever he fences.

Hell no.

He smiled wolfishly. 'You of course.' He finished with a wink.

I narrowed my eyes but motioned for him to continue.

'I had a little birdie whisper in my ear the other day that there's a big job that gonna go down behind Cullen's back.' He paused. 'Wouldn't happen to know anything about that would ya, Bella?'

I raised my eyebrows.

He chuckled and called the biddy from behind the counter to order some breakfast.

'My treat.' I told him, taking another sip of my coffee.

His head turned to the side. 'Why?' He asked suspiciously. 'There's no such thing as a free lunch, well breakfast in this case. I learnt that the hard way.'

I smirked. 'You're right. There isn't. So, I want you to find out a little more about this.'

I threw the invitation that came in the bag last night at his chest.

'Please.' I added sarcastically. He knew I wasn't really asking, I was telling.

'Okay. Whatever, but I'm getting two big breakfasts and three shakes.'

I nodded, that was cool. Not like it was my money anyway.

- Ain't No Rest For The Wicked –

It was time for me to check out Breaking Dawn. It was a Thursday and I was at my friend Angela's place. She was living with her boyfriend Ben. They were both white-collar crims, a few years older than me. Ben was 26, while Ang was 22, but all round nice people, well as much as you could be nice in this world.

While I always had a fetish for anything pretty and that wasn't mine, Ang dabbled in 'restoration' if you will.

She's never met a painting she can't reproduce, nor a signature she couldn't forge. While Ben was more into electronic scams, they say it was all in Nigeria those email scams, but that was bullshit. Our little Benny boy orchestrated the whole thing. He was a smart kid.

Lucky Ang, she was able to have an apartment, an actual life. I didn't hate her for it, sometimes I was envious but all-in-all I did love the thrill that was being me.

'Bella, you look beautiful.' Ang told me as I was zipping up my ankle boots.

We were in her room and she was sitting on her bed, cross-legged, staring at me with a smile on her face.

I wasn't wearing anything special, just a loose black singlet top and black skinny jeans that were so tight they looked painted on. I thanked all the gods in heaven that I actually exercised, cause I know muffin tops aren't sexy. At just over a hundred pounds I was thin, but not bony.

I wasn't going to worry about a jacket, the club was going to be packed and sweaty with all those people in there anyway.

I left my hair loose in waves and my makeup light, just some bronzer and mascara.

'Yeah, I look hot don't I!' I agreed with a laugh. She hit me in the shoulder and rolled her eyes.

She jumped off of the bed and went to the dresser across the room. Ang turned back to me her hands holding a silver coin necklace.

'I know your birthday isn't until next week, but I barely see you anyway and it was pretty and reminded me of you so I thought I would give it to you now instead of-' She stopped babbling when I thanked and hugged her.

I put it on. It was gorgeous. A small silver coin that hung on a lengthy platinum chain.

'Thank you' I smiled. I hadn't received a birthday gift in years.

She hugged me 'Happy nineteenth beautiful girl. Now off you go. Have fun, and don't get into too much trouble, cause I am not bailing your ass of jail at seven in the morning.'

I snickered and hugged her before my ass disappeared through her front door.

- Ain't No Rest For The Wicked -

I caught a cab from Ang's place in Borough Park to Redhook where Breaking Dawn is.

I palmed the bouncer a hundred I found in the wallet that I had 'borrowed' on Tuesday, flashed him my fake ID and was immediately let inside the club. This was after I had payed someone to make a commotion at the back of the line so I could slide my pieces in my handbag to the side of the metal detector.

I pretended to drop something and quickly picked up my bag on the other side before making my way through the doorway.

Jesus. That was way more effort than what it needed to be. I slipped into a shadow of the corner and put my Eagles into the back of my jeans again. I feel naked when they aren't there.

Breaking Dawn was a converted warehouse from what I could tell and was clearly the place to be on a Thursday night. The bass from the music was vibrating, making the ground shake. It was packed and it was just after ten.

I walked down the stairs from the front door down to the dance floor below. There were girls dancing on a stage and a few in cages that hung from the ceiling. There was a bar on the wall furthest across from me, a little door to the left of that which I guessed led to Cullen's office and to the left of that there was stairs that went to a private VIP balcony.

I immediately made my way to the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. I threw it back. I never liked being too inebriated, always liking to be in control, but the alcohol took the edge off and calmed my nerves.

Next, I ordered a vodka and coke, intending to sip this one rather than throw it back. I turned my back to the bar and took in the scenery. There wasn't much for me to look at for the moment. A few guys tried to get my attention but I looked away. No, tonight my eyes were all for Edward Cullen.

I turned back around to the bar.

'Hey!' I called out, trying to get the bartenders attention. A leggy blonde walked over and jerked her chin, indicating for me to order while throwing a dishrag over her shoulder. She was beautiful, long blonde curly hair, bright blue eyes and better tits than Pammy.

'They real?' I asked nodding at her breasts. She threw her head back and laughed, showing off her perfectly white, straight teeth.

'You got real balls, kid. Yeah, they are. How bout that perky set of yours?' She winked.

'Yep. They're a la natural. Quick question though, whens your busiest night?' Taking a quick sip of my drink waiting for her answer.

She shrugged. 'Probably tomorrow night, we got some DJ playing that's expected to draw a crowd.'

I nodded and slapped a twenty on the bar. 'Cheers!'

I moved away from the bar after finishing the rest of my drink, and went to the dance floor. I needed a better vantage point, but there wasn't any unless I wanted to draw suspicion to myself.

I danced, swaying my hips all the while looking around for Cullen. I spotted Carlisle Cullen, he was Edward's adoptive father. He gave the family business over to his son Eddie, a little over seven years ago. From what I hear he's doing pretty well.

Carlisle was flanked by Emmett McCarty and Jasper Whitlock. They were Edward's goons but there was still no sign of the youngest Cullen yet.

I caught a flash of copper out of the corner of my eye and whipped my head toward his office's opening. I looked down at my watch and started counting, I needed to see how long everyone stayed out of that office. Well, I hoped that was everyone.

Cullen made the rounds from the bar to check in on his bartenders and to grab a drink, to the security stationed in all corners of the place. Hell. He was so attractive. I want to lick his face… I shook my head to get rid of my thoughts. He made his way up the VIP staircase to join his father.

I looked down and smiled. Ten minutes had passed.

That was all I needed to get in and out of his office.

I wanted so badly to go in there now, but I remembered my training, don't be impulsive, that shit gets you caught.

I'll wait until tomorrow, but then all bets are off.

- Ain't No Rest For The Wicked -

A/N: So another chapter been and gone. Read and review please! Yes, I know we haven't gotten to the actual stealing yet. This plot bunny keeps running away from me, but I promise it is worth it! Please review, I need to know how I'm doing, you see I'm quite attached to this story and hope others are starting to be as well.

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So, I think in the next chapter we are going to hear from mobward and yes, actual thiefella thieving! I just need to set the background.

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