Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss

"I said don't do anything, just don't attack it or you're gonna get fucked!" Richie shouted into the phone.

"What are you talking about?" Oli laughed. "Relax, man, alright?"

Richie looked around to make sure no one was nearby. "Oli... it's not four million like they said. It's way more." He said, lowering his voice as someone walked past him.

"You said it was four million?" Oli asked, confused.

"Yeah, that's what's on the official papers. But I saw it with my own eyes!" Richie shouted again.

There was silence on the line before Oli spoke. "Shit... then we're millionaires. Be happy."

"What the fuck, do you not understand what I'm saying?! It's not just about the money! The guards, I saw them too, fucking machine guns, and they ain't from the bank!" Richie yelled.

"What?"

"Yeah. That money..." Richie looked around once more. "It's James Bellini's money. Don't do this, Oli, if you go through with it, you're dead. And not just you, everyone involved. They'll find everyone."

"Bellini? Who the hell is that?"

"Someone you don't fuck with, Oli! How the fuck do you not know him when you claim to be a criminal?!"

Oli laughed into the phone. "I don't know every asshole who says they're a criminal. Don't worry, we've got that Nerozzi guy with us. We're gonna do it clean."

"Oli… are you deaf? What aren't you understanding?! You're going to die like a dog if you go through with this!"

"Hey, don't talk to me like that ever again and fucking relax. How many times I gotta tell you? Nerozzi coming with a whole crew and heavy weapons. We'll be in and out quick. We're getting rich, while you stay doing your little white collar bullshit." Then he hung up.

"Oli? Oli!" Richie shouted, but it was too late. "Fuck!"

"Everything alright, Richie?" One of his colleagues stepped up beside him.

Richie forced a fake smile. "Of course... everything's fine. Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know, you look kinda stressed out." Ion said, sipping his coffee casually. "Is it because of the money transport? Did those guys threaten you or something?" He asked with a smirk. "If I were you, I wouldn't mess with them. They're connected to the Bellini family. I heard they'll kill you just for looking at them the wrong way." He chuckled, but Richie didn't find it funny at all.

"How do you know that? They might have just been a company with the anime Bellini. Who knows?" Richie said with a forced smile, trying to hide how panicked he felt.

Ion shook his head. "No, it was James Bellini's name and I overheard it yesterday, one of their guys was here talking about the money they're moving today. And you know how the director never greets security personnel? He did today. That alone says a lot. But what really got me…" Ion leaned toward Richie. "Was the pistol one of those guys had, I wasn't even standing that close, but that gun caught the light like a damn mirror. I could read the name engraved on it."

"Ah…" Richie sighed. "Tell me, Ion, hypothetical question, of course, but what do you think would happen if someone actually tried to rob them?"

Ion just smiled, then burst out laughing, nearly spilling his coffee.

"What I've seen on social media?" Ion shook his head, still laughing. "If someone's dumb enough to rob them? Shit, I can't even imagine." He glanced at Richie, who was just staring straight ahead. "But. If someone had the intention and wanted to rob them, they'd freeze the moment they saw what kind of convoy they're rolling with. It immediately tells people this isn't some normal transport.."

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"Yeah... it does tell people... but what if they try anyway?"

"Then they die. And the anger of James Bellini would wipe out everyone who even had a hand in it. But why are you asking something like this? Are you planning to rob them or what?"

"No way, man... let's get back to work." He said.

"Okay..." Ion said, noticing how Richie was acting anything but calm, but eventually, they both went back to work.

Or at least, Richie pretended to work. He kept glancing at his phone every minute, refreshing the news feed, waiting to see if something happened.

"What did he want?" Fanni asked Oli after he hung up the phone.

"Nothing, just wished us good luck and said the transport's already rolling out." Oli replied while picking up his revolver.

"You're lying." Fanni said immediately.

"What?"

"Whenever you lie, your lip twitches a little, and it just did." Fanni crossed his arms. "So tell me what he really said. Right now."

"Why don't y'all trust me?" Oli shook his head, turning toward the door.

"Oli,tell me what he said, or I'm not going." She placed the revolver down on the table.

"Ahhh... " Oli turned around. "He said there's more money involved, maybe ten million or more. And there are more guards than he thought there'd be... but it's still manageable."

"More guards? We're more than just fucked—"

"No, we aren't. Look." Oli stepped toward the window, pointing outside. "Come on, look." He gestured for Fanni, who shook her head but went toward the window to look out.

"You see? There are five cars packed with them. Even if there's a shooting, we can manage it."

As Fanni looked down, she was still concerned about the whole situation, especially since Oli didn't really think it through. If they sent an alert, the whole city would be after them.

"He didn't say anything more?" Gabi asked, but Oli didn't answer. He just nodded. "Then I trust you, lets go"

"That's what I'm talking about. Let's go." Oli tapped Fanni's arm and they stepped out of the building.

As they made their way to the cars, Fanni couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.

"Once we do this, there's no going back." Fanni said to Oli as they walked toward the car.

Oli glanced over at her. "No point in worrying about what comes next."

As they sat into the car Fanni's pulse quickened.

She couldn't help but wonder if they were making the biggest mistake of their lives.