Free The Con by Justine Elvira Page B

all the holes in their plan and fix them before we execute
this.
    "One more thing." Angelo stops with his back
to me, his hand on the handle of the door.
    "What's that?"
    "Only way to get the money is to have both
parties in the bank. Matteo Esposito's account is with his wife.
Neither of them can make a withdrawal larger than fifty G's without
the other one signing off in the presence of a bank manager, so we
need to find someone to go in with you and be his wife, Giselle. We
have luck on our side though, because few people have ever seen
Giselle Esposito. Whoever you pick to do this with you should work
just fine."
    I'm going to kill him.
    "You're just telling me this now? Fuck, no.
That's adding yet another person on this job. No way."
    He turns to face me, his back against the
door. "Two point five million, Jagger. You really going to turn
down a chance at that because you can't find some chick to charm
into this?"
    Shit.
    Shit! Shit! Shit!
    He's right. I can't turn the money down. I
might never have another chance to get my hands on this kind of
money again.
    "I'll see who I can find. Maybe Lola–"
    "No, Ace. She's got to be classy and hold
herself highly. It can't be any of these trailer tramps you love to
hang around with. You need someone who can pull off being a cartel
and mob princess."
    I only know one girl who can walk around
like her shit doesn't stink and can pull off classy bitch better
than anyone. She used to look at me like I was her only reason for
breathing. God knows she was the only reason for mine. Now she
doesn't look at me at all. I'm pretty sure she hates me.
    She'll get over it though because she's the
only one who can pull this job off with me, and the only woman I'll
trust with it. I know I'll have to offer her something good to
agree to do something as crazy as this. I can give her ten percent
of my cut. It'll bring my earnings down, but it'll be worth it in
the end when we succeed.
    I've got to go find twinkle toes.

Chapter Eight
     
    Ronnie
     
    It's three am on a Sunday morning. My
muscles are sore, my feet ache, and my bad ankle keeps stiffening
up on me. I don't know how much longer I can take working these
long hours on my feet.
    It's decent money being a club promoter for
one of the hottest nightclubs in Phoenix, but there aren't any
perks. I'm forced to wear skintight tanks with spankie bootie
shorts, while dancing as I pass out flyers on the street. I feel
like the female version of Magic Mike, but thankfully I don't do
any stripping. I just work the streets, passing out flyers in the
evening, and then I get to go home while other girls dance in the
club.
    My shift usually ends around one but getting
home at night takes another two hours. Every night I throw on
sweats and a t-shirt over my club clothes and walk to the nearest
bus stop, taking the bus to where its route ends. Then I walk a
half mile to another stop and hop on that bus that takes me all the
way down to the town over from where I live. Then I walk the three
miles home.
    It's not an ideal job, but since I no longer
dance ballet it holds me over until I figure out what I want to do
with my life. I thought I'd know what I wanted to do by now. I'm
twenty, and most women at twenty are in college, traveling, or on
their way to finding their career. I can't even decide on what I
want for breakfast, let alone what I want to do for the next thirty
years of my life.
    I sigh in relief as I see my trailer park in
the distance.
    Just another ten more minutes and I'll be
home. I can put my feet up and rest my swollen feet and stiff
ankle.
    My cell phone vibrates in the pocket of my
sweats and I pull it out to see who is texting me this late.
     
    Pearl: They have me on shift the next
twenty-four hours. I should be home Monday morning. Clean up your
mess in the kitchen when you can.
     
    My sister, Pearl, has worked her ass off
since our mom died, taking care of me and going to school to be a
doctor. She's thirty now and has finally