Rory, the getaway driver, was completely unaware that this would be his last mission. Instead of his cut of the profit, he would get a bullet in the skull. It was a shame. He was a young kid.

Fox, someone I have yet to decide if he will survive, was peering out the tinted windows. His hands were trembling over the gun. He kept lifting the wolf mask so that he could see the Toronto streets better. I shoved the end of my gun into his ribs. He groaned and pushed himself away from the window.

"Don't act like a rookie," I said.

"We're going to get caught," Fox said.

"If you keep up that attitude we will definitely be caught," Jace said. "Don't make us leave you behind."

Leave you behind.

It did not just mean him staying back in the van. It would mean him joining Rory in being shot. I tightened my grip on the gun as I waited for his response.

"No." Fox shook his head. "We can do this."

"Good," Rory said. "Because we're here."

He parked the car next to the bank. It was about to close in fifteen minutes, so only a handful of people were inside. Jace waved for me to lead the way. He was too soft to kill anyone, so he always made me go first.

I took in a deep breath before bursting through the van doors. We ran into the bank. Rory drove the van around back. The people inside turned and their jaws dropped when they saw us. A few shrieks ran through the air. I raised my gun in the air, and most people raised their hands in defense.

"Everyone on the ground!" I shouted. "Hands out!"

The people dropped to the floor. They held their hands out in front of themselves. Jace pulled the zip ties out of his bag and secured the handle of the door, blocking anyone from entering. I looked over my shoulder to see Fox's hands trembling as he held the gun out. I rolled my eyes and jumped over the teller's desk. I opened the cash drawers, thumbed through the bills, and then shoved them into my bag.

Fox was frozen on the spot. He definitely wasn't surviving tonight.

"Go collect everyone's phones!" I ordered him.

He nodded and grabbed the bowl of candies on the counter. He poured the red and white bonbons onto the floor. He pointed the gun down at the civilians.

"Phones in the bowl," he said.

He tried to make his voice sound intimidating, but I could hear it wobble. By some miracle, he terrified the people into dropping their phones in the bowl. Once he collected them all, he pulled the bottle of bleach out of his bag and filled the bowl.

Jace put one hand on the counter and jumped to the other side. He pointed the gun down at one of the tellers. She whimpered and covered her head with her hands. He reached down and grabbed her arm. He pulled her onto her feet and she sobbed.

"Don't cry," Jace said. "Just open the safe."

He pushed her toward the vault. She was chewing on her bottom lip to suppress her cries, but she was not doing a good job. She squeezed her eyes shut as tears ran down her cheeks. I finished getting money out of the rest of the drawers.

Red and blue lights flashed inside the bank. I looked up to see two cop cars pulling up and sirens were blaring. I swore and grabbed the remaining money in the drawer.

"Cops!" Fox yelled. "How are they here so quick?"

"Someone set off the silent alarm," I said. "Let's go."

I looked over at Jace. The woman was struggling to open the safe with her fumbling fingers.

"Forget her, Bud," I said. "We've got to go."

Jace nodded. Fox took a step forward, knowing we were exiting out the back. He could not take his eyes off the cops running up to the door. In moments, they would be shattering the glass.

"Hey!" I shouted at Fox.

He turned to look at me and I raised my gun and fired. The bullet pierced through his skull and he fell to the floor. A mixture of blood and brains splattered on the civilians lying on the floor. Screams and cries echoed through the bank. I lowered my gun and looked back over at Jace.

"Let's go," I said.

We ran through the narrow hall to the back of the bank. We pushed through the door and Rory's van was sitting there. By some miracle, the dumb cops did not think to go to the back yet. Jace and I climbed into the back of the van.

"Go!" Jace shouted.

"Where's Fox?" Rory asked.

"Don't ask questions," I said. "Just go!"

Rory raced out from behind the bank. The van rocked from side to side as he took sharp turns and tried to lose the cops that were chasing us. I unzipped the hoodie I was wearing and grabbed the suit jacket I had set to the side. I struggled to put a knot in the tie as the van jostled. Jace changed into a similar clean-cut look.

Rory was swearing as he was sneaking glances into the rearview mirror. The sirens were becoming quieter as Rory was losing them. He was an impressive driver, but we never took someone to more than three jobs. You couldn't trust anyone.

"Coming to The Cave with me?" Jace asked.

"You mean that sleazy club?" I asked. "No thanks."

"Where you off to then?"

"Abby set me up on a date. I am supposed to pick her up in fifteen minutes."

"A date? Who are you?"

I sighed. I looked out the window to see the cops were in the distance.

"If you want to fuck a girl, come with me to The Cave," Jace said.

"Maybe I want something more than sex," I said.

Jace snorted. I glared, and it caused him to laugh harder.

"You are looking for a relationship?" he asked. "That doesn't sound like you."

"I haven't been in a relationship since Kelsey," I said.

"You men your girlfriend you had when you were fifteen?"

"Exactly."

Jace put his hand on my shoulder. "You know that guys like us don't do relationships."

Rory pulled into a parking garage. From our research, this was one of the only ones in Toronto without security cameras. He pulled up the ramp and I grabbed the handgun out of the bag. I loaded the bullets into the chamber. Rory parked the van in one of the spots on the top level. I cocked the gun and came up behind the driver's seat.

"So what is my share?" Rory asked.

He turned his head to look in the back. I shoved the barrel on the gun under his chin and fired. I ducked to try and avoid the blood that rained down. I wore all black knowing that the warm crimson drops would land on my clothes. I grabbed his hand and set the gun in it before pulling off my gloves. Hopefully, those dumb cops would assume it was a suicide.

Jace and I stepped out of the back of the van. I tossed the strap of the bag full of cash over my shoulder. Our footsteps echoed through the empty parking garage as we walked toward our cars.

"That was slightly a bust," Jace said.

"We have to stop bringing newbies into this," I said.

Jace shrugged. "I thought he would be good."

I tossed the bag into the trunk. I stretched my arms over my head as I walked to the driver's side door. Jace was parked a few spots down from my car. He put two fingers to his forehead and saluted me before walking to his car.

I climbed into the driver's seat and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I was already fifteen minutes late to pick up Abby's friend Mindy. She had sent me three texts.

Mindy: Are you almost here?

Mindy: You're still coming, right?

Mindy: Are you actually standing me up?

I sighed and ran my fingers through my dark hair. I haven't even met this girl yet and she was already mad at me. This was not going to go well.