“Right here?”
He rolls his eyes in frustration. “Yes, miss, I wait here.”
I nod quickly, embarrassed at my pushiness. “Okay, I will only be five minutes.”
“Yes.”
I glance left and then right. The coast seems clear. The black Ferrari is parked up the street across the other side of the road and I know my love is watching over me. Somehow, I feel even closer to him today. It’s as if our huge fight last night has only brought us closer to one another. I blow out a steadying breath. Let’s do this shit and get it over with. I slowly get out of the cab and walk into the bank. I take out my identification and slide it over the counter and the bank teller smiles warmly. “Hello,” she greets as she types my information into the computer.
“I would like to make a withdrawal, please?” I ask.
“Sure. How much would you like?”
I roll my lips. “Two hundred and twenty- seven thousand, please?”
She frowns. “Cash?”
I nod.
“Umm.” She scratches her forehead. “Did you ring ahead and tell us you would be withdrawing this amount of money today?”
Panic starts to set in. I don’t have time for this. “No, I shouldn’t have to. It’s my money. I would like it now, please,” I demand nervously. Shit, why didn’t I think of that?
She frowns. “I will have to see my manager.”
I nod as my heart starts to beat hard. I turn and look out the window as she disappears.
Fuck.
I glance up and down the street nervously. I can’t see anyone suspicious. She reappears. “That will be about fifteen minutes. Please take a seat in one of the offices.” She smiles and gestures to an office to the left.
Shit.
I fake a smile and walk into the office. At least I am out of sight in here. I take out my phone and text Stace.
It’s going to take about fifteen minutes.
A text bounces back.
What the fuck?
We don’t have time for this.
I roll my eyes and text back.
Feel free to come and rob the bank.
Because that will be so much quicker.
I turn and peer out the glass panel in the door to see if I can see anyone lurking around., I wonder where Stucco is this morning. My nerves raise to another level.
A text bounces back.
Don’t tempt me!
I sit and bounce my foot up and down impatiently. Come on, come on. My phone beeps a text.
We got company.