$500, 000. split ONE way is better than FOUR.

Suddenly it hit me, why was I including these guys in my plans? Thinking about it... half a million dollars all to myself. Hell I could start a new life, one without the mob. One where I wouldn't be paid to brutalize people. But, I'd still do that, it just wouldn't be a job, it would be for pleasure. Perhaps I could even find a girlie for my own. One that I wouldn't have to pay for a decent blow. I could buy her nice gifts and jewelry... yes, some diamonds.

"Hey stupid, the Wheel-Man asked you a question. Aren't you going to answer it?" asked Kyle.

"Ugh..." I managed to spit out.

"Ugh what?" Kyle pushed.

"It was a stupid idea. The boss would kill us, you guys know that," I told them, trying to discourage them from asking anything more.

"Yeah for once, I think Johnny is right," Wheel-Man said from the opposite side of the room.

I looked around the room at the other members of the mob. I thought about how much I'd miss them, but with half a million dollars I'd get over it quickly. "Well guys, it's been fun. But I am out of money, therefore I fold, and I am going home."

"Alrighty Johnny," said Wade. "Oh, don't forget tomorrow the boss wants to see us first thing in his office."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I said lying through my teeth.

After saying my goodbyes I quickly climbed into my car and took a drive. I drove around the back roads for about half an hour, just thinking. I had to weigh the pros and cons of stealing half a million dollars from the mob. And since I had opened my big mouth back with the guys, they'd know who took the money. Taking the money meant that I'd have to get out of town quickly. Meaning I wouldn't have much time to take anything with me. For a minute I thought about what I would take away from this town... and immediately I thought of a dame I knew. Her name is Alice... she was the first woman I ever made love to. Don't get me wrong, I boned a lot of chicks, but it was just that. Boning a chick and making love are two different things. Making love is something mutual between the two people.

A couple years ago Alice had come to this city, a failed actress who needed money to survive. She took up stripping to pay the bills and prostitution soon followed. She had been fucking guys for a while when I finally got to take her to bed she had... she had a... what do you call it? An emotional break down. Yeah that's what she had. Alice cried to me, and for once I actually listened to a woman. After talking we made love. It was wonderful. Our relationship has changed a lot since then though. She has been poisoned by the green stuff we call money. I think I loved her, I mean I still do, a girl like that you never get over. Anyway, things between us kind of fell apart when I asked her to quit prostituting herself. She grew keen on the good life that the money brought her. I couldn't love somebody that fucked other guys so we went our separate ways. I still see Alice, but now I have to pay like everybody else.

I decided that I'd drive to the money drop off point to see if the money was still there, then I'd make my decision. The drop off was an old red postal box on the corner of a deserted street. I pulled my car around the corner and holy shit! I slammed on the breaks, just in time, nearly hitting a car.

"Jesus, you fucken moron!" I scream out the window. That was when I realized who the car belonged to. What the hell were they doing at the drop off point?