Infinito has become the top group of illegal street racers with the guidance of mentor Erie Illyria Vosslen. Under the organization named Les Voleurs, the mafia's first money makers, they were bound to hasten on streets to keep the heist going.
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I glanced away from the Blue Honda Civic, slamming my back against the door.
Dirty thoughts made me swallow thick saliva.
My hand reached for my pants to pull the fabric away to create my needed space.
"Fuck." Hindi ko na natiis. Tuluyan na ko ulit napalingon sa loob. Then I saw Erie making out with our target on the driver's seat. Just a normal day for me.
Mukhang naramdaman niya ang paglingon ko kaya napadilat siya habang nakikipaghalikan. Bahagya pa niyang inangat ang katawan niya para lang makita ako ng maayos. "Tagal ka pa?!" No matter how loud my voice is, it's inaudible for her. Kung ano-ano na ang nireklamo ko rito pero pinahid niya lang ang kumalat na lipstick sabay hawi sa mahaba niyang buhok. Ang suot niyang headband kanina ay hawak niya na lang. I massaged the crease on my forehead. I hope she's aware that we only have two minutes for us to leave this crappy motel!
"Erie Illyria, I swear."
I lit up a cigarette then blowing away the smoke after I inhaled the toxic stick. I heard a series of firearms inside the two storey building that triggered me to hum a random song, flicking the cigarette synchronously with the gunshot sounds as if I'm listening to a sick trap beat.
Moments later, the gunshot sounds were gone and that's the exact time Kast and Spear walked out from the main exit. Kast is carrying a huge bag filled with money while Spear is busy shooting securities down with his AK47 hanging on his shoulder.
"Tapos na si Erie?" Kast asked, pulling his mask a bit. Hindi na ako nakasagot kasi biglang bumukas ang pinto sa kabilang side at kasunod no'n ang paglagapak ng lalake sa kalsada. Mabilis akong umikot sa kotse at sumakay sa driver's seat matapos lumipat ni Erie sa shotgun seat saka pinaling sa kaniya ang rearview mirror para mabalik ng maayos ang headband niya. Sumakay na rin ang dalawa sa likod.
I managed to see the state of the poor man lying on the cold road. He's too drunk to notice. Smirking, I pulled the cigarette, pressing it between my index and middle finger. I started the engine after closing the door. Automatic na rin ang pag-aabot ko kay Erie ng mouthwash na agad niyang minumog bago kami umandar.
"Cops, two minutes away." Nagseatbelt si Spear matapos niyang pakinggan ang nagsalita sa kaniyang ear piece.
I stomped on the gas, flooring the car hard. The two at the back lay low, discarding their black jackets just to replace with different clothes. They need to change looks so no one could recognize them.
I clenched my jaw when I heard a siren. Peeking on the rear view mirror, I spotted two police cars almost catching up on us. I breakthrough on the traffic, squeezing our way out like a fast wind. Napamura na lang ako nang may lumabas pang police car sa gilid kaya agad kong inikot ang manibela.
"Around 9:18 PM, two armed men broke into B&B Motel, stealing a hundred thousand dollars—"
Naputol na ang balita sa pandinig ko dahil kinailangan kong iliko ulit ang kotse. All I could hear is the tires screeching, flooring on the dirty road as I hit 70 mph.
