Lauren's POV

"You know, I used to rip those Vangelico advertisements out of magazines when I was a kid and put them up in my room as motivation." I said as we rode over to case the jewelry store.

"Motivation for what? Robberies?" Michael said back with a chuckle.

"No, it was my motivation to stay in school and make some money and get the hell out of Alabama. It kinda worked, I got out of Alabama, and who knows, I might be able to finally buy some jewels after we the pay out from this little job. It wasn't the high paying office job I was planning on getting when I was a kid staring at magazine clippings and dreaming big."

"Well, the cushy office life ain't for everyone baby. I hate to crush your dreams but no fucking office job sitting behind a desk would ever make you as much money as doing things the criminal way." Michael explained as he pulled up to a red light and looked over at me, "And trust me, I am an expert on the criminal way Blondie."

"You haven't told me much about your criminal way Michael, in fact, I don't really know much about your life other than the fact that you have a wife and two kids and that apparently you know your way around the crime scene, but that's it." I said as I watched him begin to squirm in the driver's seat, the first time I had ever seen him uncomfortable.

"Let's just say I've been on the crime scene since probably before you were even born, which makes me feel really fucking old, god I could be your father couldn't I?" He said as he stopped at another red light resting his head in his hands and running his fingers through his hair at his latest realization.

"Seriously, what are you like five years older than me or something? Like there's no way you could be my dad." I said getting a huge chuckle out of him.

"Oh you must the definition of a dumb blonde honey or are you just trying to make me feel good? There is no way you could think I'm in my thirties," He looks over at my serious expression, "You are being serious aren't you? Well Blondie I knew there's a reason I liked you, you sure know how to make a man feel good. Maybe you can give my wife some lessons, she so affectionately calls me 'the fat fucking alcoholic'."

"Sorry, I don't give lessons, I just speak the truth, and for what it's worth, I can't attest to the alcoholic quip, but I can say you aren't fat that's for sure." I said as we got within view of the jewelry store.

"Now I know you are either crazy or you want something Blondie, or maybe if I am fucking lucky maybe, just maybe, you might like me for some crazy reason." He said taking off his sunglasses and switching them with some other glasses I had never seen him wear before.

"You'll just have to wait and see on that one, what is with your new accessory there?" I asked with a giggle at the sight of him in those ridiculous glasses.

"They are from Lester and they are how we are going to get the pictures we need to pull of this heist tomorrow, they have cameras built into the frames so as long as I can keep my eyes on the job and off of that dress of yours we will be golden!" He said with a flirtatious grin.

"It isn't too reveling is it Michael?" I said looking down at my outfit choice, suddenly regretting all of the cutouts and the heels and of course the fake earrings I'm sure he noticed since I'm sure he's bought plenty of pairs of the real deal for his wife.

"Nah, baby it is absolutely perfect!" He said looking me up and down before getting a serious look on his face, "Now, let's go over the plan one more time and if you don't want to do this you can bail now." He said as I nodded ready to go over the plan. "So we are going to go in and act like some sort of couple looking at jewelry and I need you to distract the girl at the counter as I get the shots of everything we need. You think you can handle it?"

"It doesn't sound too hard, don't you remember, I told you I came out here to be an actress? Now come on sugar daddy let's go pick out something real nice!" I said and we both exited the car. Michael came around the car and locked his arm through mine as we entered the store. A man quickly came and held the door open for us as we walked in to which Michael whispered "Security Guard" into my ear as we strolled over to the counter.

"Welcome, what can I assist you all with today?" The over enthusiastic woman behind the counter asked.

"Yes my lady friend is here to pick something out, now come on baby pick something out while I look around." He said giving me a kiss. I quickly returned my attention to the lady behind the counter I was supposed to be distracting.

"Are you looking for anything particular today Miss?" She asked directing my attention to the case full of diamonds directly in front of me, the shiny stones distracting me from my life in general and sending me back to the mindset of the little girl stuck in Alabama dreaming of making it big.

"Yes, can I see those please?" I say when I can finally form sentences again, pointing towards a huge pair of diamond earrings right in the center of the case, they were square cut and probably cost more than I made in a year at the bar.

"Great choice miss, you have exquisite taste I see, I'm sure the gentleman will agree." She said as I felt Michaels hand on the small of my back.

"Those are lovely baby, I'll keep those in mind but we have to get going now or we are going to be late." He said with a nod towards the lady behind the counter as we walked out of the store.

"Have a wonderful day!" The security guard at the door said as we exited and got in the car.

"Did you get the pictures Michael?" I asked as we got settled into his car.

"You're fucking A Right I got them, this is going down tomorrow baby you better be ready!"