Chapter #4Carlos POV by: Near   âHuff⌠HuffâŚâ You donât know how much you have been running, maybe 15 minutes, maybe an hour. Your dry mouth and the sweated back were ever present and were starting to annoy you. The weight of the bag made this more present and frustrating⌠the only reason why you havenât been caught is maybe because you were in a zone with a lot of alley⌠but every minute that passes signaled your imminent arrest.
Fucking Mike, you and your genius plan. Why did this happened? Why were you running with a fucking dead weight on your back? Right, the diamonds, the millions and millions of dollars in diamonds.
âYou will be rich. WE will be rich. Donât you want to be the fucking owner of The Devils? ⌠Donât you want Crystal to suck your cock and fuck you until every last drop of semen is gone from your dick every night, until the fucking last day of your life?â Mike had said to you about one week ago in an apparent flash of geniality, meanwhile the both of you have been drinking since the morning. In the moment it sounded like it was the best idea on the world, and between the alcohol and the drugs, the both of you crafted a plan, a plan that in retrospect was pretty awful.
âHe went to the right!â you heard a cop says from somewhere, pulling you out from your remembrance. You have just turned around to an alleyway that was blocked in the middle by a security fence with a lock in the middle. Fucking luck. No time to think, you had to climb and pass the fence, like in some old action movies.
Just that when you tried to jump, the weight of the bag dragged you down. Fucking bag, he take a pendant that hardly weighs anything, and Iâm here with a fucking bag that is as heavy as a concrete bag - this last was the impression that the bag was giving you right now.
Fuck this!
Opening the bag and introducing your hand in it, you filled your pockets with a handful of what was inside, some money for me⌠in case I manage to get away. Just when you were preparing yourself to leave the bag right there, a fat cop turned right into the alley. Itâs all or nothing. Imitating a similar movie as the one you remembered, you threw the bag to the cop and proceed to try to climb the fence again.
From your adrenaline alone you accomplished to climb the fence and to pass it over⌠and from there, you continued to run, free of the weight of the bag.
The next few minutes were very confusing. The dryness on your mouth was the only thing on your mind, so much so you didnât know where you were or where you were going, running completely by instinct.
You found yourself in an dead end, with a pile of trash bags and cardboards. If the fucking cops caught me, at least I will have a glass of water. Throwing yourself onto the trash and trying to hide yourself with the rubbish and the cardboards, you lost the conscience from the fatigue, only hoping for a glass of water.
***
âWhere the fuck am I?â a heavy rain has started, the water that was falling on your face and mouth has woken you.
Apparently it was night and the forecasted temporal was hitting the town.
âRight, the diamonds!â you felt your pocket, they were still there. If I remain here I will die from a cold.
You tried to see where you were, taking you a few minutes. You werenât far away, but the intermittent siren of the police cars signaled to you that you have to be cautious. Those pigs doesnât know when to give up.
âLook at the good side Carlos. In this weather it will be more difficult for you to be caught.â You said with a murmur.
Exiting the alleyway, running from building to builds, listening to the thunder that sometimes fell not so far from you, you traveled in direction to the suburbs, sometimes hiding from the cops inside a trash bin or whatever you could find.
The journey normally shouldnât have taken more than twenty minutes, but right now you have been at it for at least the double of time, all the time on this inclement weather.
This day has been fucking amazing! Best fucking best day of my life, you were shouting on your mind all the time in a sarcastic way.
Finally reaching the suburbs, hiding behind bushes when the police cars passed - this with even more frequency than before - you finally could see your hideout. You could even see that some of the rooms were illuminated from inside.
Mike, that motherfucker, I bet that he is all warm inside!
But before reaching your destination you had to cross over the road were a police car was stationed, with vision over the road and your hideout. You could see the figure of the cop doing something from the inside and not paying attention to his surrounding⌠but in the remote possibility that he saw you, you were extravagant enough to require a control of identity - who else is exiting their house under the rain without protection in this kind of weather?
Fuck it, right now I don't care if it this inside of the house or of the car, the both of them are warmer that staying here, you thought meanwhile you spitted to the floor preparing to cross the road.
A thunder that just fell indicated your running start. Step, step... and fall head down half way done to the other, the wet clothes and fatigue didn't help you. you remained there maybe ten or twenty seconds, but for you were hours waiting for the cop to come to you and apprehend you.
Nothing, what was happening? Is it possible that the cop is sleeping? Raising your head you saw a tree in flames, and the cop on the rain calling on the radio, maybe the thunder? You don't care, getting up you run until the hideout, insert the key and finally, home.
"Home, sweet home" you said by instinct after you closed the door, instantly feeling the warm air of the house.
The light was on. In a table that was un the living room you could see some empty can beer, and in a sofa that was by the entrance were even more.
"This motherfucker! Where is he?" you couldn't believe this, has he been getting drunk meanwhile you were still outside?
There was nobody in sight, and the same could be said of the kitchen or bathroom. Walking without a care of the floor getting wet by you, you reached the door of a room⌠and you heard some kind of moaning coming from behind the door.
This motherfucker is seeing porn in the bedroom? He is so fucking full of himself that he is masturbating over a porn movie without a care in the world meanwhile I was almost caught? I almost died! you thought meanwhile your vision was turning red from anger.
âMike! Motherfucker! You are fucking dead! Do you have any idea of what I've been through today!?â you say shouting at the same time that you throw open the bedroom door.
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