Burnt: A Bad Boy Romance: Courage MC by Kara Hart Page B

chair and stretched his arms.
    “So you’re in?” Adam asked, shocked by his response.
    “I’m in.” He said. His mouth slowly formed into a smile and he reached over and shook Adam’s hand.
    “You won’t regret this.” Adam said.
    “Who knows if I will or not? I don’t give a damn. If my life ends in a hellfire of glory, that’s at least something to celebrate.”
    “Look, all you have to do is make sure none of the police inside the building take a shot at me or Rose. I want no bloodshed, just smooth sailing. Got it?”
    “Roger that.” He said.
    “Adam,” I interjected. “I don’t mean to be rude, but how’s he gonna’ do that? He’s got one good leg…”
    “ Little girl , do you know who you’re talking to?” He asked. “I’m the mother fuckin’ head of the bank security. I’ve been working there for 25 long years now. I know all the ins and outs of that place. Please. I could be in a wheelchair, it wouldn’t matter one bit.”
    “You seem confident.” I said. “But when all eyes are on us, I want to rely on you. I want to know you won’t turn on us like everyone else Adam knows. How can I trust you?”
    “You can’t. But in our world, you have to be willing to take some big risks. I thought you wanted to be a part of the free life. Now you’re making me think you’re just waiting to get back to mommy and daddy.”
    He knew exactly how to press my buttons. “Shut your mouth, Daryl. I’m not a little girl. I’m the reason we’re even at your place discussing your precious retirement fund. Just remember that, old man.”
    He burst out laughing. “Damn, Adam! That’s one fiery broad you got yourself! Okay, no problems here. I get it. You’re a grown up. Fine. But I want you to remember something too. You got police working their way up the coast just to find your ass and bring you back to the desert. Now maybe this works, maybe it doesn’t. Either way, you gotta’ make sure they don’t see your face on those cameras when you walk up to them doors. You’re going to need some good disguises.” He picked his fat body up off the chair and hobbled over to a box. “Here we go.”
    He pulled out a pair of Halloween costumes. “It’s simple, but they’ll do. Oh! I got myself another idea. Now, where’s that damn thing…” He went rummaging through a set of boxes in the opposite corner. He pulled out a toaster, mumbling to himself. “No…that’s not it…hmm…AHA!” He grabbed a small boom box. “Tada!”
    “A stereo?” Adam said, looking skeptical.
    “Laugh all you want. This shit will distract and invoke fear in everyone inside that building. You play some old operatic shit and turn it up real loud, you’ll get everyone to listen up right quick.”
    “This ain’t a movie, Daryl. In and out, remember? I’m not playing any music for anyone.”
    “Yeah. I like the costume idea. Let’s stick with that.” I laughed.
    Adam shook his head. “Glad you still got an imagination though.”
    “Yeah, yeah. Even us old men can be creative.” He glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes. “Okay, I’ll answer your question once and for all. The team switches shifts at 1:15 PM, on the dot. That’s when you’ll move in. This has to be like clockwork. You move in and raise your guns in the air immediately. No one will notice because my people manning the screens will be out the door. There’s a two to five minute gap where you’ll be almost guaranteed to slip by. You bust in, do your thing, scare the tellers a bit – that part I love – and set the c4’s off at the vault. I’ve got a blueprint somewhere around here that we can look over beforehand. I don’t know how you heard, but construction is going down around the vault. They’re adding a new section to the bank, so the street’s gonna’ be closed. The sensors are disabled twice a week, on Tuesday and Thursday. You should be able to get in with relative ease. That all sound good to you, folks?”
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