5 End Of The Petty Thieves I

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Chapter 5: End Of The Petty Thieves I

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"We'll pull out for a while. You can do whatever you want in the meantime. We'll surely come back but not anytime soon. Understand?" Mike said to another middle-aged man standing before him.

Despite trying to hide, the man was extremely excited. He was the third beggar to join the petty thieves, and he made his way up the ranks.

It did occur to him sometimes to try taking over the group because the two leaders barely do anything, and he has a stronger relationship with the subordinates.

However, in the end, he didn't have to do anything. Everything was given to him without any trouble... Greed is a sin that can blind the wisest of men.

He still had some doubts, but still chose to go on with this. This is after all a huge opportunity, and he can control the business completely to counter whatever it is they might try.

Furthermore, he thought back on the two beggars that joined before him yet their position is lower than him. That led him to believe that his talent was noticed by the petty thieves.

Mike made his way out of the base. He looked clean and well-dressed, nothing luxurious but just simple new clothes.

He then took a cap with his destination being a small apartment in the easy part of the city, he did make sure he wasn't being followed though.

Within the apartment, he found his two close friends waiting for him. They were wearing similar close to him, casual clothes.

Ralf was the same except he couldn't get rid of his colossal grey beard, the difference is that it's clean now.

"It's done?" Ralf questioned, to which Mike nodded before joining them on the couch. Signs of nervousness were apparent on three.

Ralf directly picked up his phone and called someone after that, "It's done... You're gonna be okay, right?"

Once he got his answer, he hang up. The calm Mike who behaves properly for just a minute was nowhere to be seen, nervousness was overwhelming him, and sweat was dripping his forehead.

"Holy fuck... He's really fucking crazy." Barney couldn't help but mutter.

"Duh, I said that a month ago when he started wondering how we're still alive, I mean he thought we'd all die for christ's sake yet thought nothing of it." Mike really seemed triggered regarding the topic.

"But that's not too strange, right? I mean we all knew the risk." Barney responded while stroking his hair, feeling it not greasy for once in a long time.

"Then what about the time when he tried to shoot himself with a gun???" And Mike was getting even more triggered.

"I mean, he must've known the gun isn't working, surely that must be the case." Barney also seemed hellbent on making Mike even more triggered.

Mike took a deep breath, "Then what about now?? He's meeting with the Falcone family for his not so thought of plan, he said it himself for christ's sake. He even said that he'll likely not come back today, and if so, we should leave the city."

"He literally was talking about death as if it's amusing to him. There is definitely something wrong with his head." He further added.

"Why are we talking about this in the first place, could it be that you want to pull out?" Barney wondered after finding no counter agreement.

"What? No of course not, I don't want to go back to the slums. Plus, it all... work out so far, so we'll surely be okay?"

That's how the agreement always goes and ends. It all worked out just fine, they all thought they'd be dead by now, yet here they are with a few thousand bucks saved up.

"Ralf, what do you think? Will we be okay?"

Ralf was much calmer than the other two. He was quite old, in his late fifties, so he wasn't troubled by death."

"Well, Ian might not believe it himself, but he's quite smart. His plans always seem to work out no matter how simple and crazy they are, so there comes a point where you have to start believing."

The center of their conversation has just exited a cab with a black briefcase in his hand. He was as always wearing casual clothes, the same ones he stole almost two months ago, he did make sure to clean them regularly though.

He casually walked towards an alleyway and started looking around, 'This should be it, right? This does look like a trap though, only an idiot would go inside.'

He was standing in front of a black door as he started knocking on it. He only stopped once he heard the sound of the door lock getting open.

"Why so much fucking knocking?? Just knock once, I have fucking ears!" The man who opened the door was in quite a bad mood as he yelled at Ian. "The fuck do you want anyway?"

Ian let out a chuckle not scared whatsoever, "Sorry about that, I'm quite excited about this. I have a meeting with the boss here, so please let him know."

"Who?" The man got a bit more serious, business is business after all.

"Hmm, just tell him the petty one is here, he should understand."

The guard raised his eyebrows at that and eyed Ian from top to bottom before locking the door.

Ian didn't have to wait for long, just a few minutes which he used to imagine some stuff, death stuff as usual.

"Come in."

The man led him to a small hall where he found a man seated on a one-seat couch. Behind him stood several of his henchmen with guns in their hands.

"Petty one huh, or petty thieves. I heard a lot about your group. I gotta say, your offer was enticing, especially since you targeted me for that. I'm Frank Falcone as you already know, mind introducing yourself?" Frank calmly said while smoking the large tobacco in his hand.

Ian smiled and answered honestly, "Sure, I'm Ian Rose, and well, I'm excited about this deal as well."

Frank raised his brows, "Ian Rose huh, such a unique name, but I guess you didn't choose it for yourself, or perhaps you did, who knows.

Anyway, I hope you don't mind me asking, but where is the actual boss of the petty thieves? I talked to him on the phone, and he's surely not you. And no offense, but you don't look like the boss-type either."

Ian started scratching his head, seemingly embarrassed, "You see, the boss is... a bit of a coward. He seems to be proud of that, so he sent me since I'm not a coward."

Frank seemed to be baffled because he just kept eyeing Ian for a good ten seconds, he then let it out, a long laugh of amusement while turning his head to his guards, "Hahahahhahah, that's funny, like funny funny, can you believe this guy???"

His people indeed joined him in the laugh and only stopped when he stopped. He only stopped because he noticed Ian also joining them in the laugh, he was truly getting baffled by now.