The ghost of Bonnie & Clyde
Jaz, or whatever her real name was, and I sat in a stolen Kia and watched teller after teller clock in to work what they think is another regular day at the bank. While they come, one by one, Jaz is pointing them out by name and position. She’s been planning this for months, but needed some perceived muscle for lookout when she grabs the manager, Angela. It’s been a plan even before she showed up at my doorstep with a gun to rob me. I was a little reckless with my address when she DM’d me on instagram. Next thing I knew, I’m laying face down on the floor of my apartment pleading with her that I didn’t have anything to take. I told her I would do anything if she promised not to kill me. That’s when she told me about her plan to rob a bank and that I was going to help her. I wasn’t for it, but it’s only so much protesting I could do with a gun to my face.
”Here, take this. It’s empty but it’ll do the job as long as you do yours”, she said as she handed me a Mac-11 from her bag, then pulling out another one for her self. “Why the fuck would we rob a bank with unloaded guns?” I asked looking at her skull stocking masked face. I still have no solid clue what she looks like. Other than the caramel skin I could see, she has always kept her face hidden from me. The night before, she had a transparent halloween mask, looked like the purge. I could only see her eyes and long hair, a few baby hairs. I could barely see her lips moving behind the plastic. Now her entire head was covered in black nylon with the print of a skull for a face. Mine too. And it was doing something to me.
“Why would I give my hostage a loaded gun to use against me? You not off the hook just yet, baby boy. You still belong to me until I say other wise… *click clack* now let’s go.” She demanded.
Quickly as I open the door, Jaz sprays the guard in the face with something, making him go crazy right before knocking him the back the head with her gun, making him fall to the ground. “Tie him up, quick!” She said to me throwing two looped zip ties down beside the man still on the ground squirming to get his vision back.
“Ok ladies & gents. Everybody come from around the counter and keep your fucking hands up!” Jaz barked orders from the top of the stone bench in the lobby. As I finish zip tying the guard’s ankles, out the corner of my eyes, I see who Jaz said was the manager sneakily reaching for the counter with hopes of going unnoticed. Out of nowhere I pointed my gun at her, screaming “BITCH! SHE SAID HANDS UP!”
I don’t know what came over me, the since of anonymity that came with being covered from head to toe in black wearing a mask and gloves, the power that came with the gun I gripped in my gloved hand, the expressions of fear on the tellers faces, or the fact that it was literal life and death situation for me at the moment. Once I witnessed Angela’s hands quickly shot back up, the rush made me smirk. I was robbing a bank.
“Except you, miss manager. I'm gonna watch you open the cash drawers!” Jaz followed behind my aggressive nature starting to reveal itself. “I suggest you stay still. My boyfriend isn’t the type to joke around.”
Boyfriend? I thought I was her hostage, but I’m her boyfriend now? Maybe that’s just what story shes telling for them to believe but for the circumstances, I’ll go with it. I mean she does look sexy covered in all black trench coat over her tight cotton turtleneck bodysuit, waving around a Mac-11 in her leather gloved hand barking orders. Her mask moving and stretching where her lips should be as she gives demands and instructions. It’s all doing something to me. Turning me on in a way like I never thought before.
“Babe, go ahead and collect everyone’s ID and cell phones. And get them tied up. Any of you decide to get heroic or make a run for it will be severely hurt.” Jaz stated as she made her way around the counter, throwing her empty big purse and training her gun on Angela as she approached her station. Grabbing her by her hair, pressing the barrel of the gun behind the manager ear, in a low tone, she commanded “Empty every drawer! No trackers or dye packs.”
As they finish up the last station, I finish zip-tying the last tellers ankle. Jaz pushes Angela to the floor right beside her, doing the same to her wrists and ankles. I can’t help but stare as the zip sound rips through the lobby, followed by the sound of ripping duct tape and muffled protest from the tellers as she goes down the line covering their mouths. She bounces up from the floor, pushing the bag of cash into my chest. “Let’s go, Bae!” she says before giving me a quick peck of a kiss through our masks. Bae? A kiss? She’s really leaning into this Bonnie & Clyde thing she gave the tellers.
“I want thank all you lovely folks for your cooperation! I know you can’t do much moving but please stay still for at least 5 mins. It has been a pleasure working you ladies & gentlemen. Until next time.”
We quickly rush walk back to the stolen car, unnoticed by the dead of the morning. 15mins was all it took. My heart was punching through my chest. “Keep your mask on until we get to the next car!” Jaz said as we slammed the doors, tires lightly screeching as we take off.
We’d been driving for 20mins, only noise was heavy breathing from both of us. No sirens, no one behind us, we made it to the under pass of a developing highway still under construction. A little silver Mercedes CLA park hidden behind a bulldozer and a couple of port-a-pottys. Jaz quickly leaves the driver seat, as the trunk of the Mercedes opens and grabs a small red gas can. “Come on! Get in the car!” as she makes her way back to the Kia. I watch her, outside the passenger side of the Benz, pour gas all throughout the interior. She pulls a box of matches and a blunt that was majority smoked from the Mercedes. “Calm down, Imani, it’s just like always.” she softly said to herself as she put the blunt to where her lips should be had she not still had her mask on. “Imani? Is that her real name? I don’t know an Imani” I thought to myself. Lighting it, taking a few hits before flicking it into the driver seat of the Kia, a fire slowly grows from one seat to the next, Jaz, or Imani calmly made her way to the driver door of the Mercedes. Before I know it, the whole car is on fire. “I said get in! We gotta get outta here!” She yelled hopping into the driver seat. I quickly opened the car door, plopping down in the passenger. Stretching my mask from over my face as the car pulls off, back onto the public roads, Imani does the same. Stopping at the stop sign of the underpass, we turn and look at each other. I finally see her face, the face of a Disney princess, dangerously gorgeous but innocent all at the same time. Nothing like the chocolate Kelly Rowland type I thought I was talking to on instagram but not far from beautiful at all.
“AAAAAHHHHH!!! I JUST ROBBED A FUCKING BANK!! WE JUST ROBBED A FUCKING BANK!! OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT WAS AMAZING! WE DID IT!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. I sat there in shock, not knowing how to respond or what was next for. Before I can think of words to form, she leaned over the console, kissing me as she reached my side. It wasn’t a peck this time, full make out session worthy. Her tongue wiggled around wrestling mine. Before I knew it, I was returning the energy. A few seconds later, she pulled back with a deviant grin and expression wiping the side of her mouth with her gloved thumb. “Looks like you’re a little more than a hostage now, don’t you think?” She asked as I stared speechless as to what just happened.
“Well? Don’t act like you don’t like it.” Imani said softly, again crossing back over the center console, this time pushing her leather gloved hand past the waist band of my sweats, grabbing a hand full of stiffness. “I’m just as wet…” she whispered in my ear, finally shaking her hair from the mask.
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