Robbery

Vito turned the headlights on, "Here we go."

When the Truck fully came into view, Vito ran the car onto the road and blocked the Truck's path.

The driver was a bit late to react, but after seeing a car suddenly stop in front of him, he tried to turn and stepped on the brakes as hard as he could.

He lost control and the truck drifted to the left, still staying on the road. It nearly flipped and crashed into the car in front, but thankfully it stopped a couple of meters before it hit it.

There was more than enough time for him to just hit the brakes and stop, but he wasn't paying attention to the road and almost got himself killed because of it.

While the driver was still reeling from the shock, Vito and Frank got out the car and pulled their guns out, "HANDS UP! GET OUT THE CAR, NOW!"

Vito was roaring each word out. He didn't seem too pleased about almost getting killed by this idiot.

The driver woke up from the shock after seeing two guys get out of the car he almost hit and got angry after seeing guns pointed at him.

"Easy now, easy. You two idiots know who you're pointing at? Who I work for? I'd suggest you get back in your car and drive away."

This sent Vito off the rails and he started blasting, "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He unloaded 5 bullets into the guy's torso, killing him on the spot.

After seeing him drop backwards, he walked up close to him, "Motha fucking cocksucking piece of shit!'

"Bang! Bang! Click, click, click!"

He put two in his head from up close and ran out of bullets.

"Search the truck and let's go. This fucking piece of shit almost took us with him." Still enraged, Vito didn't bother with the truck and got back in the car to keep it running.

Frank just stared as it all went down. Before he could even get to the back of the truck, Vito gunned the guy down.

He was pissed at the truck driver as well, but he didn't lose control. He was planning on killing him after they were done, to avoid bringing attention to themselves too early.

"Aaaay! What'd you do that for? Now we gotta hurry up before someone calls the police." Frank didn't expect Vito to lose control like that and didn't like it one bit.

"Bring the car over here and get out. We need to be quick about this." He put his gloves on, took the keys off the driver and opened up the truck.

There weren't too many boxes, but Frank wasn't disappointed. Quite the opposite, he was ecstatic when he saw that the truck was nearly empty except for some boxes filled with toys.

What kind of toy store has their toys shipped to them a couple of boxes at a time? It made no sense.

Sure enough, after Frank threw the toys out of the first box, he saw 2 bottles of gin neatly placed there.

If every box here had 2 bottles, this would be a very good day's work. Split 50-50, at 4$ a bottle, that would make his share of the job 40$.

More than enough to get himself another M1991 and still have half of that money left over.

"Vito, come over here! There's about 20 bottles in here, let's load them up and get out of here." Frank didn't get too ahead of himself and focused on the job.

After they finished putting the gin in the car, they counted 21 bottles in total.

"For this kind of drink, that fucking whale will pay up the ass. We're talking 100 bucks, at least." Vito calmed down while they were loading the gin.

"Let's not count our chickens just yet, Vito. Get us out of here first." Frank wouldn't relax until they were in the clear.

"Right." Vito drove off and started making his way back to the apartment.

On the way back, Frank didn't let it go, "What the fuck Vito? What happened back there?"

"What? That blind fuck almost killed us, then he got the balls to give me lip afterwards? He got what he deserved."

"Yeah and killing him before looting the truck was the right decision was it?" Frank continued poking the bear.

"So what? What the fuck do you know? We got what we wanted and we got out of there, let it go." Vito knew he fucked up but wasn't having it.

Frank continued, "Use your fucking head Vito. Who would have a half empty truck deliver them some bottles of gin hidden under a couple of boxes of toys?

"We could have asked him some questions, find out who's rich enough to order a personal delivery and go from there.

"Fuck, use your head Vito." Frank got more annoyed the more he thought about how much money they potentially could've gotten.

Vito was ashamed that he lost his cool from the near death experience but he wasn't one to give in, "Shut the fuck up about it. It's in the past now."

There was silence the rest of the way back.

Frank was young and Vito was the one that was supposed to be teaching him the ropes, but tonight it certainly didn't seem like that was the case.

Maybe his expectations of Vito were a bit unrealistic. He was a 23 year old young man, how much experience could he have?

Not long after they arrived back at the apartment building, "I'll go to Joe on Friday. Even split, we should both get around 50 bucks.

"Until then, relax. We can go look for something easier if you want, beat up a couple of people and collect."

Frank didn't want a break, "Fuck that, let's make some money. There's a bar a couple of streets down, we can talk there.

"1 o'clock sound right to you?"

"1 It is. See you there." Vito parked the car and went up the stairs.

Frank started walking back home. It was too late for a taxi, but the 50 bucks were more than worth the 30 minute walk back home.