STOLEN

Diamonds and Delusion

‘Spiders are artists too’

Donna kay

Raven’s POV

Some paintings could be stared at all day, even in the busiest of streets and worst of timings like now. I Raven Garcia would stop and appreciate its greatness.

The young Martyr stood before me in all its glory. It’s canvas were larger than I expected it to be, and it’s details still brightened even though the light in here did zero justice to it . One would almost think the girl in the painting was still alive even if she was obviously dead .

‘It was so helpful of you to give me a hand with the 300 pound door’ Sally said

I was so eager to see this one of a kind piece that I complete forgot about sally

‘Sorry’ I said and pointed to the young Martyr

‘We’re here for her’

Sally eyed the painting and turned to me ‘you’re right, it looks so much better in person’

Sally and i continued to stare at the martyr for another minute or two, it was nice to have someone to share this moments with. For a long time it was just me, now I had Sally. She wasn’t just a team mate, she was my friend I didn’t know if it was because I found her more relatable than the rest or if it was her unquitable zeal to do anything. I was sure if I wanted to rob the Vatican today she would be down to do it with me.

‘I think we’re behind schedule’ Sally said invading my thoughts

‘Let’s get to work then’ I handed her her tools and it was on .

It doesn’t just take skill to rob a museum of one of their most prized possession, there is months of planning, going undercover as someone you’re not like a blonde spoilt brat who just wants to spend daddy’s money, and there’s the face of the crime in this case Milo Barnes. And when it comes to skill I had everything I needed , Sally was focused on blowing up the protective glass on the art and I was here to get the actual painting out of it’s canvass.

‘Ready ?’ Sally asked

‘How many minutes do we have before the alarm goes off ?’ I asked her

It was important to know how much time I had to work on the painting especially since the painting becomes automatically useless to me with the smallest dent on it and I wasn’t one to waste good art.

I gave Sally on last nod and before I could blink the glass was gone, the explosion was quick and I got to work immediately. Sally helped me bring the painting down from the wall .

The canvass were easy to pull out , although my nerves were working faster than me I was still able to get the painting out in time.

‘Here’ I said handing the painting to Sally

She rolled out the art and placed it inside the duffel bag ,Our work here was done and we were on time too.

‘Leo we’re ready for extraction’ I informed

Placing a small card on the now empty space where the art was once placed.

‘ great, just one little hitch’ Leo answered

Sally and I shared a look as we stepped out of the safe.

‘What’s up ?’ I asked him.

‘Milo Barnes is heading back to the vip room and with the curator this time’ Leo informed me.

‘No problem, we’re done here’ I answered

‘Ok, I’ll get the van ready’ Leo said

Sally and I jogged through the hall , we still had 5 minutes before the alarm went off and thought suddenly hit me .

I stopped in my tracks staring at the now empty show room Milo and I were standing in an hour ago.

‘Don’t even think about it’ Sally warned as she jogged back to me.

‘ it’s right there, no safe, no alarms and we still have time’ I answered

Before Sally could protest more I made my play for the cheat with the Ace of diamonds.

‘What took you guys so long ?’ Jerome asked as we approached the van.

Sally gave me a look and Jerome immediately understood what it meant.

‘She went for the other painting’ he said as he grabbed the bags from us and threw them into the van.

‘Seriously girl, stick with the plan’ Clarissa said with her head sticking out the window.

‘In my defense, it was already bought and paid for in my name’ I argued getting into the van.

‘Technically it’s the property of Andrea Fox’ Leo corrected.

I rolled my eyes at his usual corrections ‘Technically She doesn’t exist, sooo.....’ before I could continue what I was saying the security alarms went off .

‘ And that’s our Cheque’ Jerome said as he started the van.

The Grovers museum in chaos was a pleasant sight to behold, I could hear the siren sound from this distance and it was music to my ears.

Three weeks ago Andrea Fox was born and today she dies, the last three weeks were hectic. Having to maintain the image of a rich girl who adores horse racing and ancient art was easy, like every other false identity I’ve ever had .

Milo Barnes on the other hand was the cherry on my beautiful chocolate cake. A young billionaire with daddy’s money who will stick his d**k into anything as long it was blonde and looked pretty. A few visits to a couple of places he frequented and it was a done deal , Milo was gonna be the face of my heist and it worked perfectly. This museum was proper with its guest list, so much so it’s all a sight for the rich, art curator and restorers.

In a few minutes we were at a private airport outside the city.

‘Check it out’ Leo said pointing to his computer and we all gathered around.

Milo and his bodyguard were being escorted out of the museum in handcuffs, he was trying not to get photographed but he was doing a terrible job at it.

‘Damn, they should have at least covered his head with a bag or something. His papa is gonna be so pissed’ Jerome said and we all burst out laughing as we exited the van.

‘Is the jet ready ?’ I asked Leo

He gave me a little nod without looking away from his phone .

‘ so that’s what ? Four heist in three months well done little spider’ Sally said patting my shoulder

‘Don’t patronize me Sally, I can do better’ I answered with a whiny face

‘It’s ok , less is more right ?’ She asked

I laughed at her question, I knew she was listening to my conversation with Milo.

‘Ughh I can’t wait to hit the beach, Italy calls my name’ Clary shouted as she rushed into the jet.

Sally and I joined the team in the jet and quickly strapped in for take off, as soon as the jet left the ground my thoughts slowly drifted away from reality.

“Art is a beautiful thing, maybe if you try hard enough you’d become art yourself one day”

These word played in my mind again and again as I stared at the two paintings beside me. It still wasn’t enough, they weren’t enough but they’ll do for now .

Now I have to lay low for a while, and what’s a better incontigo than partying like spoilt rich kids .

Hello Italy ......