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A few days passed by as Feliciano learned about the trio's plan. There were more to them, two other men, but only the trio were in on this. Feliciano's skin crawled at the idea, but he wasn't about to stand up to the infamous group to try and stop them. Antonio was their guidance and brains, the rest just following along for the thrill of the prize. Antonio wanted to get Lovino out and nothing was going to stop him, not even Feliciano's pleading. It's not that Feliciano didn't want his brother out, no, but something in his gut told him that none of this would end well.
The day arrived for their plan to take action, Lovino hearing hints and small details about it in letters from Gilbert. Lovino felt the same as Feliciano, a little uneasy at what was planned to happen, though he knew he couldn't stop it without risking more lives. So Lovino just sat back quietly in the black and white stripped suit, working away with the other inmates in silence. Since he arrived in the prison, he learned quickly to keep his eyes to himself and his mouth shut. The guards were rude and obnoxious, but nothing compared to Alonzo. Lovino just clenched his teeth at the thought of that smug bastard. Taking revenge was well worth this whole mess in Lovino's eyes, in a selfish kind of way. Lovino just sighed, not necessarily wanting to think about the situation anymore, dreading what was about to happen as each minute dragged by. This was all his fault anyways.
Meanwhile, Antonio, Gilbert, and Francis were driving down the road, leaving Feliciano with his grandfather. They wore long black coats around their built bodies with suits hiding underneath, along with a few other things. Beneath antonio's suit coat was a cross draw shoulder holster, yielding two pistols beneath his arms. Gilbert and Francis both had a pistol of their own, tucked under the waist band to their pants.
The car ride was silent for the most part, other than a few words spoken by Francis going over the plan once more so he knew they were all on the same page. Antonio didn't even acknowledge his friend, his gaze staring out the window as they approached the prison. Francis stopped the car at a good distance, then glanced at Antonio before looking back to Gilbert. Gilbert didn't notice Francis' stare, being too busy fiddling with something in the back of the car. He picked up two machine guns, handing one to Antonio. They both hid them beneath the giant black coats before stepping out. Francis stayed put, being the driver of the get away car. He watched as his friends got out of the car, Antonio holding his hands together as if they were handcuffed. Gilbert pushed his friend forward, Antonio fumbling forward as they made their way to the prison building.
Lovino sat quietly, his heart beginning to race as the time seemed to race by all too quickly. He wasn't sure when exactly Antonio would show up, but Gilbert said it would be that day. It was mid-day by now, just past noon. How much longer would they be?
Antonio was shoved into the prison, Gilbert right behind him. "Who do we have here?" The two were greeted by two officers, both lazily sitting around and reading. "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo." Gilbert said, one of the officers standing up as Gilbert continued to speak. "Caught the son of a bitch violating his parole." The officer raised his eyebrow as he stepped forward. He over looked Antonio, an annoyed look engulfing the spaniard's face. He wasn't in the mood for games, but he had to play along just a little bit longer.
The officer turned around to face his partner, which was Antonio's cue to react. The spaniard lifted his arms and drew out the machine gun, Gilbert doing the same. They both moved, one to each of the officers. Gilbert rushed over to the officer who had been silent the whole time, moving the gun in his hands up so the butt would strike the man in the head. Antonio swiftly grabbed onto the standing officer, his hand grabbing at the back of his coat while pushing him up against the wall, gun pointed at the man's head. "Open the door." Antonio commanded. The officer fumbled around for his keys, finally finding them to do as Antonio said.
Once the door was unlocked, Antonio pulled the man with him, Gilbert staying behind to keep watch. Antonio lead the man inside further inside of the prison. He snatched the officer's keys from him before stopping at the entrance to the work area, pushing the door open.
Lovino sighed, eyeing a few other prisoners. He wasn't going to be the only one getting free, and he was sure of it. He knew Gilbert most likely told a few other inmates what would be happening, so they were more than willing to help to get their chance at freedom. Lovino could tell exactly which one's were in on it, their body language different from before. They watched the guards and stared at the doors, waiting for the notorious trio to bust in.
Suddenly, Lovino felt his body panic as sounds of yelling reached his ears, followed by inmates running rampant. Those same inmates he had been studying all day. That meant only one thing, which made Lovino suddenly feel sick to his stomach. If he made it through this day alive, he'd be more than thankful towards Antonio.
Speaking of the spaniard, Lovino's eyes fluttered around, searching for the tall man. His eyes caught sight of the chocolate colored hair, and there stood Antonio. Lovino stared at him, watching as the man shouted orders and yelled at the guards, some of the inmates following Antonio's example and doing the same. They pushed the guards around, taking their weapons and pushing them to the ground. If only Lovino could do the same, but the italian was stuck in fear and panic. His legs wouldn't move.
Antonio scanned the room and rushed around, stopping once he spotted Lovino. The rough expression on his face remained, a diabolical look behind those emerald eyes. Lovino gawked at him, strangely intrigued by the criminal. He looked so different from before, that stupid grin absent from his face and his voice hitched to a stern tone. Lovino wasn't sure what to think of it.
Suddenly, Lovino felt a strong arm grab onto him and pull him to his feet. Lovino stumbled up, but didn't have much time to grasp the situation as Antonio started pulling him along through the hallways and out to where Gilbert waited. By now, the prison alarm was ringing loudly, which sent Lovino's head into more confusion. He wasn't used to this and honestly had no idea what he was supposed to do. He let Antonio lead the way, his eyes meeting Gilbert's before the three of them pushed through the prison doors and out into the daylight. A few other inmates followed behind, running out the door as well towards the black far Francis was waiting in.
Lovino's heart pumped into his throat as he started to hear gun shots, one after another. They were loud and consistent, almost as if he were right between a gun fight. As he looked around, Lovino came to the conclusion that his hunch was right and he was, indeed, in the middle of a gun fight. Prison guards aimed down at them from above the building, shooting at the bunch. A few guards came running out of the doors as well, aiming towards them. The only feeling Lovino could process at that moment was pure fear.
Antonio just kept his grip on the younger italian, pulling him along to the car as Antonio turned back, fire the machine gun towards the guards. Lovino's eyes looked wide at the gun, amazed at what exactly was happening before him. This couldn't be real life, he had to be dreaming. Only, he knew he wasn't as he heard a loud cry. Lovino jerked his head in the opposite direction, panic pulsing through his body as he saw one of the other inmates shot, bleeding, and dead on the ground.
Luckily, he was nearly safe as he realized they had reached the car. Antonio opened the passenger door, pushing Lovino inside as he stood on the side of the car, gun shooting back at the guards still. Gilbert hurriedly climbed into the back along with a few other inmates. Francis quickly pulled away, speeding off.
Once they were safely out of reach from the prison, Antonio swung back into the car, slamming the door shut behind him. Lovino stared wide eyed at him, scooting to the side to give Antonio room to sit. Antonio's mouth curled into a grin as his eyes met Lovino, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Hey, Lovi." Lovino's fists clenched as the spaniard spoke. "W-What the hell was that all about?" Lovino yelled as he leaned into Antonio, one of his fists grabbing onto Antonio's collar and yanking him closer. "Are you fucking insane!" Antonio just laughed again, his eyes glancing at Francis as if it were all a prank. "Maybe, but does it really matter baby doll? I got your sorry ass out of that place. You could be a little more grateful." Antonio said, his smile still present, but more in the form of a smirk now. "Grateful that you nearly got me killed?" Lovino claimed, holding back the urge to punch Antonio. "A-And don't fucking call me baby doll, who the fuck do you think you are?" Antonio only shook his head, leaving Lovino furious. "Let me out of this fucking car!" Lovino turned to Francis, waiting for an answer. The blonde man only smiled at him. Lovino huffed, then jerked his eyes back to Antonio as he felt an arm wrap around his waist. "Let the fuck go of me, bastard." Lovino snapped, but Antonio ignored the wiggling italian. The spaniard grabbed Lovino's wrist roughly and pulled it, causing Lovino to move closer to Antonio, their chests now pressing against each other. Lovino stopped squirming as his breaths quickened in fear, his face nearly touching Antonio's. He was too close for comfort, which made Lovino stop fussing. He was scared. "P-Please, just t-take me back to my brother." Lovino quietly pleaded, not wanting to answer the spaniard. Antonio just hummed as he leaned his head forward, his cheek brushing against Lovino's as his lips whispered into Lovino's ear. "I'll gladly take you to your brother, but on one condition. Be with me, baby." Lovino couldn't think of anything to say, so he just remained still, shivers jolting down his spine from Antonio's words.
The rest of the car ride was quiet, Lovino pulling away and quietly sitting in Antonio's lap. Lovino had to admit, the man was charming. He saved him, though he also put his life in danger, but he was okay in the end so that didn't really matter. Antonio knew the right words to say and how to say them. He had looks that could charm the dress off of any woman, or in Lovino's case, any man. Despite all of these things, Lovino knew to stay away from Antonio. Gilbert explained in the letters what exactly the group did for a living, which was bank robbing. Lovino knew full and well that the gang couldn't keep their act up forever and eventually the justice system would catch up to them. Lovino didn't want to end up with a broken heart by being left behind or betrayed. Not to mention, what would he do if the spaniard ever got canned? Though Antonio's offer was tempting, he'd never give him what he wanted. It just wasn't worth the risk.