"he looks up, grinning like a devil"

•••

"Sabrina?" I twitched intuitively at the sound of knocking before turning around and spotting Andrew at the entrance to my room. "Here's the ammunition I promised you."

"Thank you," I said and gestured vaguely to a part of my bed, "You can leave it somewhere over there." He threw three boxes on top of the soft mattress and placed his hands on his hips.

His brown eyes were admiring the scene in silence, and for some reason, it was getting on my nerves. I stopped what I was doing and stared at him. "What?"

"I suggest you pack comfortable clothes," he signalled my open suitcase full of suits and appropriate dresses.

"Why?" I asked and crossed my arms.

"Because this isn't a formal job," he grinned, "And I want us to pass as regular visitors." I nodded, still confused. I was always behind the scenes, so I did not comprehend why I would need to look like a tourist. I obeyed him though, he was my boss after all.

"The plane leaves in two hours," he informed me, "Bradley will be waiting for you outside with the car."

"We are not going together?" I asked. We rarely separated since accompanying Andrew everywhere was my job, so it came as a surprise to me whenever we actually parted ways.

"I need to set some things before leaving the city," he winked, "Don't miss me too much, will you?"

"I will not," I affirmed as I pulled clothes out of my suitcase, "You do not have to worry about that."

"Sure, love," he chuckled, "See you later." And he was gone.

I always prevented Andrew from coming into my bedroom because of its rumpled state, but I had not anticipated him searching for me. It was my only personal space in the house where I could be as messy as I wanted and in which I was not an assistant.

As soon as I met Andrew after getting the position, he had requested me to move in. It was easier for him to ensure my safety and for me to do my job. I grew accustomed to living with him rather quickly, even though it could sometimes be exasperating.

I began hastily folding and putting away my suits and took out jeans, trousers and shirts from my closet. I decided to keep a few of the dresses just in case I would need them.

When the shelves were empty, I looked around my walk-in wardrobe, trying to spot any missing pieces. My eyes recognised a familiar bottom drawer, and I stretched my arm towards the handle.

I pulled it open as I let out a heavy breath. I was met with the sight of different gun holsters made out of black leather and let my hand trail over them. Opting for the leg, thigh and shoulder holsters, I convinced myself that it was better to be safer than sorry.

When I was finished organising my suitcase, I traded my suit for a pair of tan trousers and a blue tank top. I strapped on my leg holster and slipped the gun into its place, admiring my appearance in the mirror.

Several strands of my blonde hair cascaded down my face, covering my upturned brown eyes, and even reached my wide lips. For convenience, I decided to tie my straight locks into a sleek bun. By doing so, I uncovered my heart-shaped face with soft freckles and cleared my view.

When a loud car horn originated outside the mansion, I quickly gathered my backpack and suitcase and took the elevator to the first floor before rushing down the corridor.

I swung the door open and was met by Bradley, who was waiting to help me with my luggage. We loaded the car, locked the house, and were on our way to the airport with half an hour to spare.

"I almost didn't recognise you," Bradley said as soon as I put on my seat belt, "I've never seen you dressed so casually." I smiled at him.

"Andrew asked me to," I responded, "Apparently, this job is more important than I thought."

"Oh," he scoffed, "You have no idea, this might be Andy's greatest heist yet." I sighed, frustrated.

"That is all I keep hearing," I asserted and air-quoted, "'Biggest job of all times' and 'huge project'." He laughed at my imitation of their accent.

"You'll find out what it is soon enough," he stared out the window in front of him, "You won't be able to believe it." I watched the buildings pass by, trying to memorise how Los Angeles looked before leaving it for two weeks.

"I doubt it," I dismissed him, "Knowing Andrew, I know what to expect already. I bet it is absolutely crazy."

"You are not wrong about that," Bradley chuckled, "But I swear this is astonishing." He stopped the car, and when I looked out the window, the jet was right in front of us. "And we are here."

Fortunately, Andrew had so many different contacts we never had to go through airport security. It was milder for him to take guns with him and his employees. Was it illegal? Probably, but no one knew who he was or what he did for a living, so he was safe for now.

I unbuckled my seat belt and opened the door, stepping into the warm, spring air. I placed my hands on my waist and smiled to myself as I examined the black plane.

"Bastard," I muttered under my breath.

"Woah," Andrew suddenly exclaimed next to me, "Who are you calling a bastard?" I turned my head to look into his intense brown eyes.

"You," I confessed, "Look at this." I motioned to the aircraft. "A private jet you bought with stolen money."

"Instead of saying it like that," he started, "Why don't you just tell me how glad you are that I'm able to afford this kind of luxury?" He grinned as I rolled my eyes. Silence fell between us as I continued to relish on the jet.

I felt his gaze travel down the length of my body, and when he reached my leg, his breathing hitched. I snapped my head back to him and tilted it in curiosity.

"What?" I asked expectantly, already knowing what had caused his reaction.

"You are wearing normal clothes," he gasped dramatically, startling me, "I never thought I would live to see this."

"What are you talking about?" I inquired, crossing my arms, "You were the one who requested me to wear this, and why is everyone so surprised?"

"You are always in formal attire," Andrew chuckled, "That's why."

"Whatever," I replied, "Is this what you wanted?" He coughed.

"Yes," he said, "But I never asked you to carry that." He motioned to the gun on my leg as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I found my old holster and decided to put it to good use," I shrugged, slipping my hands into my pockets, "It seemed like a good opportunity since I have the weapon now."

"Well, it suits you," he beamed. Before I could respond, Andrew got distracted by Connor calling his name, leaving me alone as I stared after him.

I studied him as he spoke animatedly with the pilot. Andrew was wearing a white, long-sleeved t-shirt and dark jeans. He had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, exposing his tattoos, and was also wearing a pair of brown hiking boots. His wrists displayed matching leather bracelets, and a silver ring adorned his left middle finger.

"Sab!" I snapped out of my daze and looked at the source of the shout. It was Connor; he was waving me over. I thanked Bradley for his help and grabbed my things before strolling towards them.

"Good afternoon, Connor," I said, smiling, "How are you?"

"I'm great," he replied, "Are you ready for the trip?"

"Yes," I sighed, "Thank God, it is only an hour, though. Living with him is enough already." I motioned with my head at Andrew, who mocked me. Connor laughed, and we boarded the jet as we chatted eagerly.

We were soon in the air, flying over California as we made our way to Sin City. I had never been before, so to say I was looking forward to it was an understatement; I was thrilled.

I sat across from Andrew, who was on his laptop and talking through an earpiece to a business partner, probably. I breathed calmly and gazed out the window down to the now tiny homes and buildings.

Going to Vegas for the job Andrew had planned also made me nervous. He never needed to give me a gun in previous projects, and knowing the weapon was on my leg made me wonder how dangerous this could actually be.

I knew I was signing up for this when I sent my job application, but having a gun in my possession made it much more realistic. It had been too long, and I missed the excitement I felt whenever I grasped a weapon.

Andrew cleared his throat, making me come back to reality as I switched my eyes from the view of the window to him. His elbows were on his knees, making me believe he had been sitting in that position for a while. His laptop was closed on the large table between us, and his earpiece was right on top of it.

"Yes?" I inquired, folding my hands on my lap.

"The job I'm planning," he began, ignoring my question, "As I said before, must be my greatest yet." He leaned back in his seat. "I'm talking billions of dollars in just one raid." I remained silent. "We are going to steal from The Wynn." My eyes widened. That hotel had the biggest casino in Las Vegas and not to mention the richest.

"How do you intend on doing that?" I questioned, now interested.

"That's where you come in, love," Andrew said, "You are going to help me plot everything." He grinned as my brown eyes gazed into his. "And you are going to be coming into the field as well; that's why I gave you a weapon. And to protect yourself, of course."

"You want me to be a part of this job?" I said incredulously, "As in physically there?" He nodded, and I watched as his lips turned into a smirk.

"That is one of the reasons as to why I brought you along," he chuckled, "And because I need my best assistant there, obviously." Andrew winked, and I rolled my eyes in return.

"Flattering," I mumbled, "What are you going to make me do?"

"Well," he said, "I will need you to check into the hotel and explore the casino so I can move forward with the rest of the plan." I sighed. "Your part is crucial; you won't be able to stop observing your surroundings. You will be my eyes until it's time for the real action." I was about to reply when Connor's voice came through the speakers.

"We are now arriving at McCarran airport," he said, "Please make sure you have your seat belts on, guys." I laughed as Andrew buckled his and shot me a sideways smile.

Soon enough, we were getting ready to leave the plane by collecting all of our things. Connor joined us after he had halted the aircraft and proceeded to open the doors for us. We descended the staircase rapidly and waited for our cars to arrive. Connor's ride came earlier than ours, so we said our goodbyes.

"Andrew," he said, shaking his hand, "Bye, Sab." He waved before getting into the white car. Andrew groaned frustratedly behind me, so I turned to look at him.

"And what is the matter with you?" I asked.

"Why does he get to call you Sab, and I get Sabrina?" he complained, irritated, "It's not fair." I smiled.

"You are my boss," I replied, "I consider it unprofessional."

"Then why do you call me by my name?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"Because you told me to call you that," I shrugged, "Besides, I do not call you Andy or any other names."

"What if we made a deal?" he proposed, "You can call me Andy if I get to call you Sab."

"I will think about it, Andrew," I mocked him. Before he could keep protesting, our ride arrived. We slipped inside the car, making our way out of the airport and into the heart of Sin City.

"Welcome to Las Vegas, love," Andrew smirked as he rolled down his window, "We are going to have a magnificent time." I smiled next to him as I watched the stars in the dark night pass by like a blur.