“I’m feeling very lucky,” Roger went on to taunt, almost as if he could hear Mickey’s thoughts.
“Feel fuckin’ lucky later,” Jules grunted as he came back in. He grabbed the full duffel bags and handed over new ones. “We still gotta load this shit up.”
“Where’s Galavant?” Mickey asked.
“Taking a little nap under a table up front,” Jules replied curtly. “He’ll wake up with the cash and sell our Luigi story to whoever finds him.”
“Good.”
“Why are we leaving him with a giant bag of cash exactly?” Roger asked.
“To make sure he gets a pat on the head from the Luchesi family instead of ‘em breakin’ his neck,” Jules explained. “He’s gonna tell ‘em he got all fucked up fightin’ off Luigi’s guys, but he managed to keep that one bag safe for ‘em on account o’ him bein’ so loyal.”
“Ah.”
The rest of the work went quickly. They cleared the safe and dragged the duffel bags out to the van. There was no sign of the police, not yet, and they had every intention of being out of there long before any official presence arrived.
Roger let out a triumphant cheer as the van doors slammed shut upon their departure. He was lying on all the duffel bags of cash, and he pulled his mask off to shout, “Fuck! We did it! We really fuckin’ did it!”
“Shut up,” Mickey growled, his attention snapping to Jules. “Are we good?”
Jules hit the gas, tires squealing as he pulled out onto the road. He didn’t say anything for several tense moments, and his eyes remained glued to the mirrors before he finally said, “So far.”
Mickey accepted that, and he sank down into his seat. He eyed the blood still running down Jules’ arm. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’ll get somebody to stitch me up,” Jules replied. “Don’t worry about it.”
Mickey didn’t push, instead asking, “Now what? Back to the safe house?”
“No,” Jules said. “I’m dropping you off to get your car and meeting Cold to unload the cash.”
“Okay. It’s over at the park.”
“Why is it there?” Roger asked.
“The fuck do you care?” Mickey snapped.
“It seems a little strange, that’s all,” Roger replied innocently. “I mean, why meet up at the city park? Do you like the slide? Why go there?”
“Because that’s just where me and Duncan meet for work. He leaves his car there, he gets in mine, we go work. Happy?”
“Not yet.” Roger batted his eyes.
Mickey glared out the windshield and refused to say another word. He reconsidered his promise to take Roger to a hotel tonight, but the mere memory of that mouth on his dick confirmed that was exactly what he was going to do.
It was gonna be fine, he told himself. He’d fuck Roger, get all of this tension out of his system, and then he could stay focused on the work ahead of them.
They did have a city to take over, after all.
The rest of the ride was silent until they arrived at the park, and Jules said a quick farewell before driving off. Mickey watched him leave, now alone with Roger standing beside his car.
“Your ride is a piece of shit,” Roger said bluntly, poking one of the rust spots in the sedan’s door.
“Shut up and get in.” Mickey rolled his eyes and walked around to the driver’s side door.
“I can’t.”
“Why the fuck not?”
