A New Day, A New You part 12 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 12

... Brent addresses me. “Last time we were promised money and didn’t get shit but a busted knee and a near police experience,” Brent states before Leonard stops him with a hand on his shoulder. “What my friend is saying is that we’re not interested in ten percent, even score all around or do it yourself,” Leonard states calmly and I shake my head. “Fifteen percent of potential millions is more than enough each and this is after I spend money to contact people who can buy them,” I explain and Leonard counters. “Fine, twenty percent for each of us and forty for you,” he argues and I am being robbed by criminals I pay. “Deal but twenty a piece after costs,” they agree but Leonard interrupts. “And five grand up front for costs,” he says and now I’m mad. “Costs for what? What the fuck do you need that costs five grand,” I ask loudly. “Guns, we need guns,” Brent adds and Leonard nods. “Guards have guns, we’ll need guns in case things go bad,” Leonard continues the statement. It’s criminal logic but there is plenty of reason to give it to them, I pull five grand from my bedroom safe and once it’s in hand we discuss times and I then they hit me with the most interesting piece of news yet. “You’re going to need to be there,” Leonard says displaying more brainpower than I gave him credit for. “There are three of you, I don’t need to be there when it happens,” I state and he has a valid counter. “Three of us to go in, get the diamonds and then get out. You will be outside just a bit away ...

... in a car, preferably a rental, to keep watch. If anything happens or you see cops you just send us a text message and drive away before the action kicks off,” the one brain in the group explains their plan and I have to agree. The plan is so simple it’s stupid and with my three stooges going in armed everything should be perfect. I let them out of my condo and take a bottle of wine out from storage, in two nights I’ll be drinking to my success and the failure of Anita’s business. I grab the bottle with my wounded hand and curse the pain, one turn deserves another Kazimir. I sleep that night and set up the rental car paying in cash and have all my things a day in advance to watch the job as it happens. Two nights after our planning session I’m sitting about a hundred plus feet up the street from the warehouse holding Mr. Vanko’s merchandise with the time being around two in the morning. I’ve been here for thirty minutes waiting and I watch as my three underlings arrive in Brent’s run down Lincoln. I watch as they head across the street and after cutting the lock and chain on the chain link fence door they are inside. I check the street but it’s dead quiet and I start to smile as time ticks by. It’s taking a bit but then I figure they’ll have to search for the goods, they wouldn’t be out in the open and before I know it twenty minutes have gone by when a car pulls up in front of the warehouse and a lone person steps out and after noting the cut lock produces two pistols and ...