Free Locke (Aces MC Series Book 4) by Aimee-Louise Foster

by a disgruntled employee that would receive a bonus if it ran
smoothly this evening.
Slick led the way through the building and into an office where the safe was
kept. "Do you know what safe it is?" I asked as this would determine
what tools I would use and how long it would take.
"A safe's a fucking safe!" Slick stated agitated as he opened the
cupboard door to reveal it.
In fact a safe wasn't just a safe but luckily I would just need a crow bar,
chisel and hammer for this one. Slick threw the second rucksack onto the floor,
I grabbed it and quickly removed the hammer and chisel and used the tools to
prise open part of the door. Using the crowbar I wedged it into the hole I'd
just created and used brute force to yank the crowbar back and forth to try and
rip it open. My job was made more difficult because of the restrictions in
space inside the cupboard but it was slowly coming open.
    I heard footsteps behind me and glanced over my shoulder,
"How long before it's open?" Hustler asked as he threw an empty
holdall at my feet.
"I'm gonna need another minute." I stated turning around and
continuing with the task at hand.
"You've got thirty seconds."
I could hear the concern in his voice and rightly so, he'd already done a long
stint inside and I'm sure he was worried about being caught and being sent down
again.
I heard shouting in the distance and increased my tempo knowing that I didn't
have long.
"Shit!" Hustler moved towards the corridor and glanced in the
direction of the main entrance. "Hurry up man or I'm leaving you."
The door popped open and a sense of relief washed over my body as I dived onto
the floor to take the substantial amount of money from the safe and stuffed it
into the holdall. Hustler made his way around the furniture and crouched
besides me to help me contain the money. I saw a flicker of torch light
illuminating the corridor, encouraging us to quicken our pace and stuff the
last of the money into the bag before leaving through a side entrance that led
to another foyer in the building.
    "Shit, which way out?"
"Down here." Hustler whispered as he rushed through the foyer and
down the corridor which lead to the rear of the building. The door was ajar
indicating that some of the other guys had probably used it to escape.
Hustler stuck his head out into the yard and looked around before beckoning me
over to follow him. We stuck to the shadows and jogged down the side of the
building making our way over to where the perimeter fence had been cut.
"Shit!" I dropped the bag on the floor and some of the contents fell
out, Hustler came back to help me scoop it up but I shooed him away. "Go
on, if you get caught you'll get longer because of your previous."
I could see that he was in two minds of what to do because of his hesitation
before he stuck a thumb up and jogged towards the fence.
    I turned my attention back to the money lying on the ground
when a series of bangs alerted me to the window. One of the guys was still
inside but I couldn't see who because of the balaclava he was wearing.
He pointed to the door further along the building, I squatted and rummaged
around inside the rucksack for something that I could use. Poet had taken my
tools for that type of door earlier which left me with the screwdriver, chisel
and crow bar. I wedged the crowbar into the gap at the side of the door and
forcefully yanked it back and forth to give it some momentum.
I heard a noise behind me and turned to see one of the guys, "I couldn't
leave you." Hustler stated and I felt a rush at his loyalty towards me.
This is why it had taken me so long to achieve my ultimate goal because despite
my hatred towards Onyx and Polar, I'd actually made some close bonds with some
of the other guys.
"Here, let me have a go." I stood aside take the crowbar. He was
double my size and was able to prize the door open with relative ease.
"Cheer guys," an appreciative Polar said stepping out into the yard.
I let out a sigh, if I'd had known it was him I