— So, what now? —Milano watched Antones' cigarette smoke flutter around the room as his trembling body huddled in a corner of the room. — What are we going to do now, Antones?!
The long summer was almost over, the night was beginning to get much colder and the leaves of an old oak tree were beginning to fall in the wind. There was not a hint of humanity in that desolate neighborhood.
— I want you to understand something Antones....
— I know! I know! —Antones' voice rose in the room and a couple of steps were enough to hold Milano by the collar of his shirt. — I know that too, damn it!
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— Guys! Again?
Veronique looked at the wads of bills in the room, you could see several thousand dollars just by looking at the bill nomenclature.
— Relax, Vero. It was just this morning's work.
— I'll relax when they stop robbing banks and start devoting their lives to something that won't kill them.
Antones smiled and dipped his thumb in his tongue before continuing to count the money he had in his hands, while Milano wiped down an old Remington and watched out the window for any strange movements.
— Guys...
— Don't worry, Veronique. —Milano said after leaving the gun on a shelf and approaching his sister. — It'll be all right, we won't have to do this for a long time.
— Exactly. continued Antones.
— I know.... —Veronique replied. - But they can't keep doing this. What if they get killed?
— Nobody's gonna kill us, Vero.
The phrase ended almost at the moment when an old gray van crossed Fourth Avenue and parked right in front of his home. The sound of the bullets was so fast that there was almost no time to react.
One in the chest, one in the head. Veronique fell to the ground, her breathing slowed down and little by little the glow in her eyes faded, leaving her body lifeless in the presence of two men who, out of greed and immaturity, lost the only thing they should have had in their lives.
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