Nine Billion Dollar Heist
*Co-Authored with the amazing Lives in Dreams and TRDancer*
Chapter Seven: Let the Games Begin, Motherfuckers!
"Of all the people Barack Obama would be 'homies' with, Emmett, you are probably the least likely candidate," -Jasper
Phase One: Part One
EPOV
"Shit, Bella, I can't find it!" I complained as I leaned over her, fumbling to find what I was looking for. I was hot, I was sweaty, and she wasn't better off.
She scoffed underneath me, squirming to get a better angle as she fumbled seeing if she could find it. She looked up at me, agitated. "Well, Edward, if it wasn't so small you wouldn't have such a hard time getting to it, now would you?"
I groaned, and rolled my eyes. Ha, like she was making things any easier for me. She was just lying there.
"Well, I don't see you helping me get it. Maybe you should get up and help me with this problem," I snipped.
She sighed beneath me, rolling out from under my body and getting off the bed.I looked up from where I was, watching as her fine round ass sauntered over to the bathroom in nothing but the jean shorts that she had changed into and her lacy black bra. I cocked my head to the side, watching as her hips swayed naturally.
As she walked away, she mumbled something under her breath about 'Edward's little problem' and then yelled back, "I'm going to take a shower, Edward. Tell me when you've found it!" She sounded agitated…
"Way to be a douche, Edward" I thought to myself, shaking my head.
I probably shouldn't have been so upset. It wasn't Bella's fault at all that I couldn't find my junk. It wasn't Bella's fault that it was so damn small I couldn't see it without my contacts (or glasses, both of which were not on me, incidentally) and it was not Bella's fault that I had lost it, yet again.
Stupid accursed contacts case. Then again, we wouldn't be having this problem had I not taken my contacts off in the first place—having not found the case first so I could put them in there—and then dropping one on the floor when I tried to put it back in my eye… Yeah, this whole thing was probably my fault. Leave it to me to leave my shit in Forks.
And I was supposed to be smart. Ha.
I turned my attention away from Bella—and her retreating hind-end—and back to the little travel bag in the floor of our room. Bella and I had tore the room up looking for that stupid aqua colored, figure-eight shaped plastic casing, and had not seen hind nor tail of it. We had been searching for it for the last forty-five minutes, having begun our search after we got back to our room from planning in Rose and Em's room. Of course, it probably wouldn't have taken so long had Bella not conveniently decided to strip her shirt off and search with minimal clothing on. She had claimed that she was 'getting too hot'.
Right. I was the one 'getting too hot.' Too hot for Bella and her half-naked body…
Shaking my head from that train of thought, I grumbled and pushed myself up from the bed—making the mental note that I would have to take it with me when we went back to Forks—and stood up looking around the room one last time. I supposed that I would have to make do with wearing my glasses until I bought a new one. Which would be soon. I mean, have you ever worn glasses? They make your nose all weird-feeling, and not to mention the fact that they make your eyes look all big and awkward and what not.
Sighing with that thought in my head, I made the decision to go ahead and hop in the shower with Bella. Might as well get that out of the way. It was almost time for all of us to go and get ready to head out to the casino.
I pulled my shirt over my head as I walked over to the bathroom door that Bella had left open. From the other side of the wall, I could hear the steady stream of the faucet running. Taking my shirt in my hands, I tossed it casually to the floor, leaving it in a pile right outside the bathroom. My pants followed quickly, and I kicked them off in the middle of the floor, now standing in the steam-filled room in just my boxers and nothing more.
Even with my bad eye-sight, I could see Bella's slender silhouette from behind the near-sheer shower curtains. I watched as she brought her hands up and placed them in her hair, massaging slowly. Her head fell back, and I couldn't help but smile; Bella loved to have her hair played with.
She let out a contented sigh, and her head went under the running water. Running her hands through her hair once more, I watched as she reached over for something, and then began to wash her body.
'Hm, time for me to join,' I thought to myself.
Hooking my fingers in the waistband of my boxers, I slid them down, letting them slide softly into a silky black pool on the cool tile floors. Walking over to the shower, I kept my steps as quiet as possible.
Nearing the side of the shower, I peered around the curtain through a sliver of opening between the edge of the curtain and the wall. I could see Bella's back, water glistening down from her wet hair and leaving a trail to the curve of her butt.
"Bella," I said, making her jump slightly. I heard her gasp in surprise before she turned around, looking at me in mild shock before smiling and turning her back.
"Hello Blind One. Find your contacts yet?" she asked cheekily. I snorted.
"What do you think, oh Wet One?" I said sarcastically.
She laughed and turned around, her arms over her chest. I fought down a smirk; I found her small display of modesty… cute.
"I think you gave up because you knew you weren't going to find it without my help in the first place."
I scoffed. "No, not even. I left the bitch in Forks…" I trailed off a little miffed. Bella gave me a sympathetic look.
"Ah, poor Edward. Why don't you join me in the shower and I'll make it all better?" she asked. I smirked.
"I don't know, Bella. I don't think you're being very sincere, picking on me like that," I said, poking my lip out and looking down like I was sad. Looking up through my eyelashes, I saw Bella giving me a repentant look.
And then slowly, her eyes trailed down and then back up. Her deep brown eyes looked into my green ones. I watched as she took her bottom lip in between her teeth, looking at me with a sultry stare.
"Edward…" she nearly whispered. "Would you like to join me in the shower? I promise I won't pick on you," she said leaning towards me, her eyes scorching and her lips parted.
"Really?" I let out huskily, moving closer to her. She nodded, and without a second thought, her hands were on my shoulders as she pulled me forcefully into the shower, attacking me with her lips.
***
After mine and Bella's… extracurricular activities, we hopped out of the shower. Looking through our suitcases—ones that we hadn't unpacked yet—we found some clothes and were now getting dressed. We had both gotten text messages—one from Emmett for me and one from Alice for Bella—that they were all coming here to meet up—seeing as I was the one who rented the 'mom car'—before we left.
Currently I was lying in the middle of the bed, dressed and ready to go, waiting for Bella to finish. She was standing just at the end of the bed, light and creamy waist sheathed in a classy yet sexy mid-thigh black shirt. A deep royal blue bra covered her as she bent over, picking up what looked like a halter-top style emerald top.
I couldn't help but stare as the silky smooth material slid over skin. Blue is my favorite color on her, making her look like berries and crème, but green was almost as equally stunning on her. Besides, I knew she wore it because of the color of my eyes. What kind of guy wouldn't like that?
I smiled as she straightened up her shirt and turned to me, letting me take her in.
"What do you think?" she asked, giving me a wide grin.
"I think it's perfect," I told her truthfully.
Her grin got wider, and she crawled up onto the bed, making her way beside me. I scooted over and laid arm out, and she laid down into my side and I wrapped my arm around her.
"We're going to have a busy night, huh?" she mused with a small smirk on her head. I laughed, and glanced at the clock. Nearly a quarter after nine.
"Yeah, we will. And it'll be a really busy night if everyone don't get their—"
But before I could finish what I was going to say, a loud, rapping knock resounded on the wooden door of our hotel room before I heard Emmett's loud voice come through.
"Hey, bitches, open up or I'm bustin' in!" he hollered.
I rolled my eyes from place on the bed as Bella laughed and said back:
"Come in, you overgrown two-year-old!"
In true Emmett fashion he busted through the door, his full six-foot-three body somehow managing to get through the frame of the door.
He must be Houdini.
Behind him was Rose, Alice, and Jasper, all of them ready to go.
Well, at least I think Jasper was ready. I mean, he wasn't going out in public with that ridiculous Fedora hat on, was he?
"Yes, Doucheward, I am going out in public with this ridiculous Fedora hat, thank you very much," he scoffed. I raised an eyebrow, and he chuckled. "You need to learn how to keep your thoughts in your mind, oh smart leader," he said sarcastically.
I opened my mouth to say something, but Emmett interrupted.
"Come on Eddie, get you lazy ass up! We have some hustling, drinking, and partying to do!"
I just shook my head and laughed.
***
Consequently, Emmett was still miffed about the whole 'Volvo' thing. Which, for the record, he was being very childish about. The whole drive to the casino—and I mean the whole drive—he complained.
First, it was 'too small'. "Damn it Edward, I'm not a fairy. I need room to breathe," he had whined.
Then, it didn't have 'satellite radio'. "Stupid commercials. If I wanted to listen to commercials I'd put a TV in here and turn it to the infomercial channel. Piece of shit car…" he had mumbled.
After that it was the fact that we would be 'pulling up to a casino where multi-million-dollar personalities would be in their fancy Rolls Royces and Aston Martins and Cadillacs and Chryslers.' "We're going to look like a car pool at a soccer game for kindergarteners," he had grumbled.
And of course at that, I just got agitated.
"Well, if you hate the car so much, get out and walk," I snapped.
"Maybe I will, walking would be better than riding in the Vag-Wag," he retorted.
"Well you kn—"
"Oh, would you two shut up and stop being so damned idiotic? I'm tired of hearing you two bicker over a car. Emmett hates it, Edward—for whatever warped and totally enigmatic reason—loves it. There, we know the opinions of the car, so for the last time: shut the fuck up," Rosalie burst unexpectedly from behind Emmett in the front seat. The car got really quiet and then suddenly, Bella, Alice and Jasper burst into a fit of laughter.
"I win, pay up, losers!" Jasper said victoriously from the farthest seat in the back. Bella and Alice grumbled, and as I looked in the rear-view mirror of the Volvo, I saw the two girls pulling their purses out and thumbing through them, each procuring a wad of what looked like hundred dollar bills and handing them each to Jasper, who was currently wearing a shit-eating grin on his face.
I glanced at Rosalie and Emmett for a brief moment, and they looked as confused as I did.
Jasper spoke up. "We had a little bet as to when Rosalie would just lose it and totally curse you two out for your constant bickering over the Volvo. Bella thought that she would hold out and keep it cool, Alice said she would throw a fit in the casino, and I said that she would get pissed in the Volvo right outside of the casino. Both conditions of which I was right." Looking back at him, I could see he was smirking and pointing to something in front of us.
Hm, a casino. The casino. Alice's 'psychic abilities' must be rubbing off on him.
Pulling in behind a shiny black Rolls Royce limo, I was greatly happy that we were here, finally. Now, the real fun could begin.
I pulled up to the valet that hurried up the curb after the other took the limo in front of us. Coming to a stop right beside him, I turned around to look at everyone.
"We ready?" I asked.
"When are we not ready?"
"Duh."
"Let's go!"
"Ready when you are."
"Dude, I was born ready! Now let's go!" Everyone laughed at Emmett's comment before we all got out of the car. I looked to the eagerly awaiting valet, and gave him the keys and five hundred-dollar bills. He looked hungrily from the wad of cash then to the Volvo, and then back to me.
"Take it for a drive around the lot," I told him, taking Bella under my arm and putting my hand in my pocket and a wide grin on my face when I heard him exclaim under his breath a very enthusiastic 'yes!'
See, some people knew how to appreciate fine machinery. People who aren't like Emmett.
Approaching the front of the casino, it was easy to see that it was big time. There was a large bouncer at each of the doors, checking to make sure that underage people wouldn't get in. Good thing we all had fake IDs. I mean, we had to be able to meander our way into the clubs in Forks, right?
I looked at Alice pointedly at that time and she nodded, procuring a small yellow digital camera from her little purse that was slung over her shoulder.
"Oh my gosh! Bella, Rose, come here! We should take pictures!" she exclaimed, using the line that she always did in Phase One when we scoped out a scene.
I looked down at Bella, who smirked.
"Let's do this," she said, breaking away from me and moving over towards where Alice was walking.
Now, Phase One was probably the most important phase that we went through. It kept us from failing. Unlike the common misconception that you can just go into a casino and just rip the place off, the real deal is totally different. You had to plan, think through, before you went in and actually did something.
You see, good things come to those who wait.
Jasper, Emmett and I watched as Alice skipped off the side of the building, situation Bella and Rosalie right under a security camera. To someone not in the loop, it would just look like she was taking pictures of two beautiful girls outside an expensive hotel. To Jasper, Emmett and I, we could see she was actually taking pictures of the positions of where the camera focused. It was an important fact, one that would usually be overlooked.
We overlooked nothing.
We walked up to where the girls were, and now it was Bella taking pictures—because it was a good thing to switch around a few times, keep from suspicion. I came up behind her, and put my lips to her ears.
"Are we ready, Ms. Swan?" I whispered. She turned around, and flashed a picture of my surprised face.
"Pshaw, Edward. In the words of a wise man that I know closely: I was born ready," she said, leaning up to peck me on the check.
"Ha, finally, someone who recognizes my wise brilliance. Too bad it's my cousin and not the President of the United States, my homie, Barack Obama," Emmett lamented.
Jasper snorted, and took Alice by the hand.
"Of all the people Barack Obama would be 'homies' with, Emmett, you are probably the least likely candidate," he chuckled.
I shook my head. This would turn out to be a very interesting night.
***
After being carded to the front entrance and searched for any sort of 'machine disrupting devices and other-wise illegal paraphernalia' we were allowed in—by aid of our fake IDs, stating that we were each twenty-three, twenty-one, or in Emmett's case: twenty nine. He would have gotten thirty, but we all had agreed that was stretching it a bit.
So we had entered the casino, everything in front of us for what would present itself to be the best summer we had ever had.
Emmett went off with Rose first to the bar.
"I just want a stiff drink. How else am I supposed to deal with these pretentious mother fuckers who don't know an Ace from their arse and back again?"
Alice went with Jasper, taking more shots of the casino from the inside.
"Oh, Jasper, you can pose as my hot Swedish super-model! It'll be fun!"
Jasper shot me a look with his aqua eyes before heading off to scope security with Alice.
And that left me and Bella standing alone a midst a sea of tables, slot machines and a seemingly endless supply of scantily clad women carrying booze.
"Let's play a game," Bella said, a wicked smirk playing up on her pink lips. I smiled down at her.
"Yes, let's."
Lennixx: YES! The games are COMMENCING my friends! This shit is going to be EPIC! More epic than the Epic Movie, more epic than freaking Leonidas, more epic than Swedish model Jasper, more epic than… Emmett BEING HOMIES WITH BARACK OBAMA.
It's going to be epic. You all have to admit it. You MUST.
Reviews are better than a shirtless Taylor Lautner surfing in a sea of whipped crème and Maraschino Cherries! :P
PS: Who besides me loves the title of the chapter?
Dancer: Let the games BEGIN, MOTHERFUCKER YEAH!!! WHOOOO!!! :D
Of course, the games will commence faster if you all review...
Dreamer: HeeHee, can I destroy the car now!? Of course that was just awesomeness!! Like it always is. I will update faster if people review. I'm not hinting at anything. Apart from the fact that reviews are better than owning a Cullen or a Wolf actor… Hmm I wonder what is actually better. . . .
