Quit Being A P*ssy

In a room two men and a woman took white powdery substance wrapping them in transparent plastic and placed them in Ziploc bags.

They worked in a way that gave the impression that they had done this countless times. Against the corner of the wall was an opened big duffel with guns stacked on top of the other.

The ear of one of the men twitched when a distinct sound of footsteps filtered through the walls and door.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" came the other man's voice.

"I think someone just entered the store."

"Who could that be? Maybe you are mistaken. I didn't hear a thing," said the woman.

"Sam, you are starting to hear things. Vicki and I are here and we both didn't hear what you are claiming to have heard!" Toby's brown eyes gleamed with menace.

"You all think I'm the crazy one! Fine! We'll see who gets the last laugh!" Snorted Sam at the duo.

"Christ sakes Sam! Can you just chill?"

"We haven't had a case of break-ins since we opened. No one is stupid enough to mess with us," boasted Vicki.

"Whatever b!tch."

"Quit being a p*ssy Sam! Cut it out Vicki!"

Vicki had an hourglass figure and she wasn't afraid to flaunt them in a micro mini backless red dress. The front accented the cleavage and roundness of her breast which stood like small melons on her chest.

Vicki stuck her tongue out at Sam, when Sam saw what Vicki did, he retaliated by giving Vicki the middle finger.

"Be right back, I need to use the restroom," said Sam.

Sam was a big muscular man and he had a gun strapped to his side. The sleeveless white shirt on Sam emphasized his strong heavy biceps.

"Don't take too long, man!"

Toby gave his warning to Sam as he stacked piles of wrapped plastics in rows and columns on a table covered in thick brown cardboard.

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Sam stepped out of the room and he came face to face with a familiar figure, Annabelle Duras.

"Bella, what are you still doing here so late during the day?"

The voice sent a chill down Annabelle, mustering up courage Annabelle said, "I'm sorry to have intruded this late. I forgot my umbrella and I came back to get it…."

Annabelle froze on the spot when she saw a long pistol pointing towards her. The end was covered in a special casing which she could tell from watching so many action movies that it was a pistol that came with a silencer.

"I'm sorry Bella, but I can't have you ruining the business that I've worked so hard for."

Sam pointed the gun that was aimed between the aquamarine eyes that was frozen in stark terror.

Annabelle's mind became blank, the sight of a gun aimed at a dangerously close range robbed her of any thought.

*POW!*

*POW!*

Dull sounds followed the release of the trigger by Sam. He saw the body of the once vibrant Annabelle slump to the floor in a pool of blood.