The Heist and Girl

Matthew barked orders, gun raised as Rico stormed in behind him, shouting threats. Lena’s voice crackled in his earpiece from the van, “You’ve got three minutes.” Jay, pale and shaking, stood by the exit, glancing nervously at the getaway car. Mrs. Avery stuffed money into the bag. Matthew’s gaze fell on Winter. His jaw clenched—memories of his little sister flickering. “Don’t make this harder,” he muttered, voice low. Rico slammed a fist on the counter. “Let’s move!”