As We Ran From The Cops.

I really wasn't looking forward for today, a twelve hour shift. Why do I agree to this?! This is just getting way to out of hand, how can my parent's expect me to work this long. I tell you why, because I'm not their favorite child. My sister is. I pin on my badge to the horrible crisp white shirt of the uniform and look in the mirror one more time, remembering my Mom's motto, 'You're selling yourself as well as the product, leave little to the imagination.' Sounds like she's trying to whore me out.

I sit at the cash register, tapping a pencil against the desk, singing to some song on the sound system that I heard for the millionth time this week. People are looking around the glass cases at the jewelry, the diamonds, and whatever else was on display today. I honestly couldn't be bothered with today, I honestly wouldn't care if this place set on fire, as long as no one got hurt, obviously.

The door makes a ringing sound, letting us know another customer has come, "Alice" I call out, I really cannot be bothered with dealing with dirty old men coming to buy their wife and mistress the same necklace, ring or bracelet or whatever. How can people do that, but it's how my parent's manage to keep the business going I guess.

I hear Alice scream. Okay, this isn't normal. I look up and see three men, wearing suits, not unusual. Except they looked hot wearing them. I looked up to see their faces. Holy fuck. Masks, Clown fucking mask. What is this, batman?

"Put your fucking hands up." They all held guns.

God this was so hot, so thrilling. I smiled, this is what my parent's deserve. "Put your fucking hands up." He held the gun against a customers temple.

I slowly raised my hands. "You." One of them pointed his gun at me, "Empty the cash into this bag." He threw me a black backpack.

I open the till and start throwing handfuls of cash into the bag, I'm so glad I was being sloppy with money lately and not putting it in the safe like I'm supposed too.

As if he could read my mind one of them ask me if I had a safe, "Yes." I nodded.

"Odin, you deal with these." He points he gun to the customers who are now lying on the floor hands stretched out in front of them. "Thor and I will sort the safe. Go." He looks at me with his piercing green eyes.

I lead them to the back with the safe, a gun held to my back, somehow this really turns me on and I feel heat between my legs. "Open it." The guy who he named Thor said to me.

I enter the code into the push pad and open it. Thor walks in and whistles, "Jackpot." He reaches his hand to take a bundle of cash. I cough and shake my head, pointing to the tracking device attached to the bottom of the bundle, this wan't the first time somebody had stolen from us. His eyes sparkle, I think he smiled at me.

I didn't want to speak, I didn't want Alice and the customers to think that I was helping them, or behind this.

I wanted them to be behind me. The thought crossed my mind.

"Two minutes" Odin shouted.

"I want to take her, Loki." Thor said, looking at me.

"No, we don't take hostages." Loki glared at Thor.

"What's the hold up?" Odin stuck his head around the back.

"I want to take her." Thor stood with his hands on his hips.

Odin nodded, "Me too."

"Fucking fine, take her." Loki growled storming out the front of the shop.

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