By time Vincent got info on Lawson's crew from Megyn, they had already relocated.
Right now, four of them were renting motel room in small town called Palmdale, knocking back drinks. Place was over sixty miles from Pacific Standard Bank branch. LAPD wasn't finding them here.
Motel TV was playing news. Broadcast covered LAPD raid on mountain bike race, heavily focusing on police brutality.
Media industry sticks together. One reporter gets screwed over, whole industry pushes back hard. Nobody wants to be next victim.
So, Vincent was going to pay for his hotheaded stunt. For next few days, his reputation in LA would be total garbage. It derailed his career, even though Police Chief just commended him days ago.
That's government work for you. Make bust, get medal. Screw up, get burned. Why else are there so many paycheck thieves who just coast by without doing shit?
Watching news, Donnie couldn't help but crack huge, satisfied smile.
Across room, Phil didn't know about Donnie's beef with Vincent. He was more curious about how Lawson convinced General Manager David Abbott to play ball.
"Simple. I found out David Abbott personally approved massive loan that defaulted. Huge loss. Enough to get his ass fired. So Abbott desperately needed way to balance books. We gave him perfect excuse."
Phil's brain short-circuited for second. He couldn't process it.
"What do you mean?"
"Phil, bet you tomorrow's papers report bank's losses as several times what we actually took."
It finally clicked for Phil.
"Fuck! So that bastard inflates our haul to cover his own bad debts?"
"Yep. Might even pocket little extra for himself."
Dennis instantly got pissed.
"What the fuck! We planned for weeks, risked our asses, and that suit makes bank just by cooking books?"
Lawson nodded silently. He didn't like it either, but that was game.
"Look on bright side. Scumbags like David Abbott are reason we found this loophole in first place, right?"
Phil and Dennis scratched their heads. They were annoyed, but still clinked glasses with Lawson.
"Lawson, you're right! Gig went this smooth thanks to you!"
"Ha! Couldn't have scored this haul without your intel! Speaking of, can we split cash now?"
Phil and Dennis exchanged looks. "Hell yeah!"
During split, Lawson only wanted gold bars. Passed on jewels. Fencing jewels without solid connections gets you ripped off fast. Gold is easier. Lawson wasn't made man like Phil and Dennis; he was lone wolf. Gold bars were safer bet.
Given Lawson's carry during gig, Phil and Dennis didn't argue. They even tossed him hundred grand in loose cash. Combined, System estimated his cut at $500,000—way over agreed percentage.
Lawson thought it was weird, but Phil insisted.
"Listen, Lawson. We split based on merit. You carried this job. You earned this!"
Since Phil put it that way, Lawson didn't hold back.
"Phil, you get another gig like this, call me. Maybe something involving your 'family'?"
Lawson hadn't forgotten his FBI mission. But Phil clearly didn't want to discuss Mafia.
"Uh, sure. We'll be in touch."
Remaining loot split three ways left them with about $300k each. Enough cash to live large for long time. Out in Midwest where cost of living is dirt, you could ball out for five or six years easily.
But America's money printers would eventually go into hyper-drive, devaluing dollar into ground. After split, Lawson took his cut and bailed.
Cruising back to his apartment in Dodge Viper, it was already 9 PM. Lawson was surprised to see Blake pacing around downstairs by herself.
"Blake, what are you doing out here?"
Hearing his voice, Blake's eyes lit up. She walked briskly toward him. After few days resting, brunette's sprained ankle was mostly healed.
"Lawson, you just get off work?"
"Yep. You?"
Blake put hands behind her back, looking up toward third floor.
"Dad just went upstairs. Giving them some private time."
Made sense!
"Want to come up to my place for a bit?"
Blake shook head, eyes locking onto Lawson's used Dodge Viper.
"Is that your car?"
"Yeah, picked it up recently."
"Lawson, take me for a drive?"
"Sure thing. Where to?"
"Anywhere!"
Lawson drove Blake up Hollywood Hills. Spot had killer view overlooking neon grid of Los Angeles.
Seeing glittering skyline, Blake let out gasp.
"Wow! It's gorgeous!"
"What, never been up Hollywood Hills?"
Lawson remembered Blake was LA native, but she acted like tourist seeing it for first time.
"Actually, I've only been here during day. Never at night."
Blake leaned hard over railing, looking like she was about to fall into abyss. Lawson quickly reached out and grabbed her waist.
"Hahaha... This feels amazing!"
"Blake, did you drink before coming out here?"
"No way! Smell for yourself if you don't believe me!"
Blake suddenly turned her head, going cheek-to-cheek with Lawson. They were close enough to feel each other's breath.
Lawson caught faint, sweet scent of milk on her breath. Blake inhaled intoxicating mix of tobacco and whiskey rolling off him.
Next second, Blake's cheeks flushed crimson. She closed her eyes. Lawson remembered someone saying: if girl blushes and closes her eyes in front of you, she wants you to kiss her.
So Lawson didn't hesitate. He pulled Blake in and kissed her. Blake kissed back, a little clumsy at first. Their tongues tangled in dark night air until she was completely breathless.
After pulling away, Lawson could confirm: Blake definitely hadn't touched alcohol tonight, but she absolutely drank whole milk.
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in another universe!!!!!
Lawson drove Blake up Hollywood Hills. He pulled the sleek Dodge Viper into a secluded overlook, killing the engine so the only sounds were the distant hum of the city and their breathing. The neon grid of Los Angeles sparkled below like a sea of diamonds.
Blake pressed her palms to the dashboard, eyes wide. "Wow! It's gorgeous!"
"What, never been up Hollywood Hills?"
Lawson remembered she was an LA native, but right now she looked like a wide-eyed tourist seeing it for the first time.
"Actually, I've only been here during the day. Never at night." She turned in her seat, leather creaking under her thighs. "This feels… dangerous. In a good way."
Blake leaned across the center console, stretching toward him until her tits brushed his arm. Lawson reached out instinctively, hand sliding along her waist to steady her.
"Hahaha… this feels amazing!"
"Blake, did you drink before coming out here?"
"No way!" Her voice dropped, husky. "Smell for yourself if you don't believe me."
She closed the last inch, cheek brushing his, warm breath ghosting over his lips. Sweet, creamy milk—exactly like she'd said. But the second their eyes locked, something hotter flashed in hers. Blake's hand slid down his chest, over his abs, straight to the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Or maybe…" she whispered, biting her lip, "I should taste something of yours instead."
Lawson's cock throbbed hard against the denim. Before he could answer, Blake's fingers were already working his belt, zipper rasping open. She freed his thick, veiny shaft, eyes widening with hungry approval as it sprang up, heavy and pulsing in her grip.
"Mmm… look at you," she purred, stroking him slowly from base to tip, thumb swirling over the slick head. "So fucking big."
She didn't waste time. Blake leaned down, brunette hair spilling across his lap, and wrapped her soft, warm lips around the swollen crown. Lawson groaned deep in his chest as her tongue swirled, licking up the bead of precum like it was her favorite flavor.
"Fuck, Blake…"
She moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight to his balls. Her head bobbed lower, taking more of his thick length into her hot, wet mouth. Saliva dripped down his shaft as she sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, eyes flicking up to watch his face while she worked him. One hand pumped the base in tight, twisting strokes; the other cupped his heavy balls, gently massaging.
Lawson's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm. She took him deeper, relaxing her throat until the head bumped the back of her mouth and slid in. Gagging softly, she pushed further, nose pressing against his pelvis, lips stretched wide around his girth. Wet, filthy sounds filled the car—slurping, sucking, her eager little moans.
"Shit, you're so good at that," he growled, hips bucking up to fuck her throat. Blake just hummed happily and took it, tears of effort glistening in her lashes, spit running down her chin onto his balls.
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. "You like my mouth, baby?" she asked breathlessly, then dove back down, sucking faster, tongue flattening along the underside, milking him with every stroke.
Lawson's abs tightened. "Gonna cum—"
Blake didn't pull away. She locked her lips tight around him, sucking greedily as he exploded down her throat. Thick ropes of hot cum pulsed into her mouth; she swallowed every drop, humming with satisfaction, throat working around his twitching shaft until he was spent.
Finally she sat up, licking her shiny lips clean, a satisfied little smile on her face. A tiny drop of his cum still clung to the corner of her mouth—she wiped it with her thumb and sucked it off like it was nothing.
Lawson could barely breathe. He pulled her in for a deep kiss, tasting himself on her tongue, then grinned against her lips.
"Blake definitely hadn't touched alcohol tonight… but she absolutely drank whole milk." He chuckled, thumb brushing her bottom lip. "And now she's had dessert too."
Blake laughed, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling. "Told you I was clean. Want to go again on the way home?"