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Mark barges in, throwing the keys and jacket and kicking off his shoes, immediately plopping down the couch. He didn't even look at you or say hi.
You peek out of the kitchen looking at him. He's sitting there, staring at the corner of the room, twiddling with the unlit cigarette. He fucked something up, didn't he?
You've been with him for a while and you know that you won't get anything from him until later. Every time you ask him if something is wrong while he's still pissed, he'll just take it out on you, and if you leave him alone for a bit he'll start whining about it himself.
You continued making dinner, his favorite medium rare steak, of course. I mean, what do you expect from his expensive ass?
Suddenly he speaks up, oh well, guess it didn't take long...
"Do I look like a *insert gay slur* to you?"
"What?"
He doesn't repeat it, he knows you heard it, he looks away from the corner and up at you.
"Why would you even ask me that?"
"It doesn't matter," he muttered "Joe just thinks he's fuckin' funny.."
"He called you that?"
"In front of all the fuckers.."
You can't help but chuckle a bit, he glares at you.
"Ugh, you're nothing better."
Some time later, you tell him that dinner is ready and he drags his annoyed ass to the table. He started eating, already feeling a bit better.
"And may I ask how you guys even got to that part?"
He doesn't want to answer immediately, he takes another bite and sighs.
"Joe gave us all code names... All the guys got decent names and I got Pink."
"Why? It's cute."
He doesn't say anything, just gives you a look that says "I'm supposed to be a fucking professional."
"It's not cute, it's not supposed to be fuckin' cute, I- uh- do you even hear yourself?"
"It's just a name for one heist, that's not gonna make you any less of a macho man you think you are."
He pauses, getting annoyed even more. You continue talking...
"And lemme guess, you immediately started arguing too?"
"I... He knows what he was fuckin' doing. I have worked for that fucker a lot of times, I have known him since I was a kid, he can't just do that to me.."
"Yeah, because everything is planned against you?"
"It is."
You continue eating in silence, he starts to feel a bit bad for dumping all this on you... He speaks up.
"Uhm, I bought a movie for us while I was coming back home.."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah... Have you watched Goodfellas before?"
Let's be honest, you two weren't watching the movie at all, you both were sitting on the bed and chatting about the heist team and every time you asked something you shouldn't know he would tell you to chill out.
"So how's the team?"
"Can't tell yet, I have to see how they work.."
"Is there anyone you think you could lean on if something happens?"
He pauses, confused about your question.
"White, maybe... Blonde also seems like he knows what he's doing but he's fuckin' weird."
"Why?"
"He goes around smirking all the time, acting all nonchalant, who knows what kind of psycho he is.. Plus the guy acts like-"
"Okay, okay, I get it. And is there someone that pisses you off?"
"Of course. Brown's a fuckin' *insert r slur* and Blue's old ass doesn't even know where he's at. Like I look at the fucker and expect him to pass away at any second."
"Pfft... Interesting.."
Just when you think he's done yapping he starts whining about how the characters are dumb and steals some of your popcorn.
The movie's done and he's already asleep next to you. Look at him, he's so fucking cute... You turn off the TV, put down the bowl, and cuddle up to him, you feel him stir a bit but not wake up. Even though he's not much of a cuddler, he doesn't dislike it, only thing is that he's probably gonna be mad that you let him sleep so early but you don't care, he deserves some rest. You lay there for a while, can't sleep yet, you just continue to admire him, playing with his goatee for a bit.
Anyways, when you woke up he was already awake and, oh, smoking a cigarette.
"Khm, *cough* seriously?"
"What? I didn't wanna wake you up and you clung to me like I was about to disappear."
"When did you wake up?"
"Half an hour ago."
You glare at him, is he serious?
"You couldn't wait half an hour?"
"So what?"
"Honey, I do love how fucking hot you look while you smoke, but you could keep it down a bit, yeah?"
He smiles a bit when you say how you find him hot while smoking, he knows it pretty well but he can't help but be proud of it, also, yeah, he ignores the second part entirely. You look at the clock, it's 5:20, the alarm goes off in 10 minutes anyways, you cuddle with him while you still could.
Mark got up to get ready for the heist. You sit there and watch him.
"You're gonna eat there, right?"
"Yeah, we're meeting in a diner before the heist."
"Okay, just making sure..."
Pause.
"At least tip the staff there, don't make yourself a fool in front of the others."
He just snorts, not saying anything.
It's an easy job, yes, he kept telling you not to worry about it, but you can't really help it... You look outside, it's still dark, the atmosphere in general just gives off weird vibes. You always hated when he went on a job because everything felt off then.. He comes out of the bathroom in the suit he got for the job, you stared at him for a while, he always looked so good in suits but he never wore them unless he wants to look "professional". He finishes combing his hair, putting on his watch and sees you staring at him all sad. He leans on the wall and stares back at you for a couple seconds before he waves you to come up to him. He immediately hugs you and kisses the top of your head.
"Don't worry, okay dear? It's just an in-and-out, it shouldn't be a problem... I love you."
He wasn't really the affectionate type, and he never really said things like that unless he went to do something stupid, like he is now. That was the only good part of him leaving. He kisses you one again and leaves.
You two met when you were both young, you were in college, working in-between school breaks in a cafe close to your home. He was coming regularly and kept catching your eye because of his worryingly serious caffeine addiction. After some time you finally bootlicked him enough to get him start to tip (you set up the 6 refills standard btw). You started seriously liking him, you didn't even know why, the man was an asshole, and instead of liking people from college like a normal person you started crushing on a stranger that kept coming to your cafe. Unfortunately, he stopped showing up.
You saw him once again like three years later, yeah, but he seemed to forgot you already. You insisted to take him on dates.
It took a good while for him to get comfortable with you, he was thinking if cheating on you and leaving and never coming back during the first couple of months. He finally started liking you back when he saw you cry over him once. It was weird for him, he never was really liked, and you showing how much he means to you really did something to him. Also that way the first time you two cuddled, he was fucking tense but oh well...
You two were pretty cute, even though he was a piece of shit, he still loved you, he never said it, yes, but you know he did. Once you told him to grow out a goatee and he didn't get rid of it since, also he almost died once after he saw you with a shit ton of flowers FOR HIM. He was like "What the fuck, I'm the man, I'm supposed to do this shit", but you know he loved it (you had to take care of them though, his dumbass didn't know how to take care of flowers).
It took him three years of dating for him to confess to you about how he lied to you and that he's a criminal. You were freaking out, yes, you even broke up but you two got back after a while (so healthy, I know).
But! But, he has been a bit more softer to you since, he even told you he loved you a couple of times...
You lay there, staring at the wall, worrying about your man. You do worry every time but this time something really feels off. Is it because he's going to rob a jewelry store midday? The longer he takes the more you stress, you couldn't even eat, it's an in-and-out job, he said it himself, it's been almost 4 hours, what is he doing? You wanna turn on the news but also you're too scared to do it...
Holy shit, imagine if the last thing you told your bf before he got killed was to not be a bitch and tip the staff... If I was you I'd die on the spot.
After some stressing you turn on the news and see some men already talking about the heist. They say that there was a bunch of already dead people in a warehouse, but one of them ran away. Holy shit... What if someone killed your man and the other guys and ran away?? You feel like you're getting sick.
Suddenly the door slams open, Mark comes in, looking tired and scared. You run up to him and see how he's holding his arm which seems to be bleeding. You freak out a bit but calm down and help him get to the bathroom so you can clean the wound. He sits on the edge of the tub, takes off his suit and rolls up the sleeve of his shirt.
"Is the bullet still in there?"
"Fuck do ya' think? That I birthed it out?"
He winces as he speaks, you're both stressed and your dumbass questions don't help at all. You're not really a nurse so you struggled to get it out, the tweezers you stuck in his wound was just making it sting even more, he could feel you keep failing to get a grip on the bullet, making it move, which made Mark a bit pissed, he looked like he wanted to yell at you to hurry up, but he kept his teeth clenched, you're not built for this. When you finally managed to pull the bullet out you clean the wound, stuff it with cotton wool and covered it up.
Thankfully, it stopped bleeding. You sigh and sit on the washing machine behind you. Staring at your man checking on how you covered him up. He doesn't look any better, fuck he looks like he's gonna cry, you don't even want to ask what happened.
"Honey?"
You try to talk to him, he stares at the floor, he's still listening, even though he isn't looking at you.
"What... What are we gonna do? Are the cops after you?"
"No, I don't think so... I killed off the cops that saw my face.."
You both pause for a bit.
"Can you pass me a cigarette please?"
You sigh, you've been trying to make him stop smoking for a while now, but you don't want to refuse to give it to him when he's like this. You grab a packet and give him one cig, lighting it.
"Thanks.." his words are a bit slurred from holding the cigarette in his mouth
"You feel dizzy?" you ask, looking at his wound
"No, I'm ok.. I mean it doesn't hurt as much.."
He's lying, he grabs some painkillers to stop the stinging pain. He rubs his face and goes back to staring at the floor.
"What happened?"
"There was a rat."
"What?"
"I don't fucking know... But the moment we got out there was a shit ton of cops. They can't just come out of nowhere... Blue and Brown got killed before they could get to the warehouse, the rest killed each other after Joe came in..."
"What do you mean?"
"Orange was a cop... *winces* The fucker ratted us out the moment he got his hands on the plan. Ans White was fucking delusional the whole time and defended the him... He shot Joe and Eddie because of him."
"He killed his boss over a cop?"
"I don't know what the fuck was wrong with him... I hid under the railing, I was ready to get away from there but the cops were already there. I barely got away the first time.. Trust me, even though I did get shot, this all was a fuckin' miracle."
Pause.
"I love you, Mark."
"Yeah, yeah, same, I guess..."