Pov – Molly

“Carter we have to go!” I yelled as I climbed through the fire escape of our apartment. Carter looked at me with confused eyes but got into motion immediately.

“What the fuck happened Molly?” Carter demanded to know as he grabbed his duffel bag from the hallway closet. I was in my room grabbing mine from under my bed. Along with my duffel bag, I grabbed my purse and laptop.

“I fucked up Carter. I fucked up,” I replied frantically. With my clothes thrown into my duffel bag and my laptop in its case I hurried into the living to find Carter just finishing up gathering last minute things.

“If we get caught this is on you.” I knew Carter was pissed, but we would have to save the conversation for later. “Let’s go. We’re taking the car that’s in storage if we can get there.”

“I had a pretty good head start so we should be able to make it.” I followed behind Carter to the fire escape and just as we landed on the street we heard our front door being kicked open. With one exchanged glance, we started running.

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“Molly!” I jumped at the sudden sound of my name and looked over at my brother.

“What Carter?” I replied with mild irritation. The expression he gave me matched my tone and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“I’ve been calling you for the last ten minutes. Come here.” I loved my brother and all but sometimes he irritated the fuck out of me sometimes. I followed him up the stairs to one of his office and looked at him expectantly. When he gestured to his laptop my interest was sparked.

“Portland criminals still on the run,” I read under my breath as I sat down in his office chair. “Katrina and Phillip Graham have yet to be located. Police departments from different counties and even states are doing all they can to get a lead but so far no such luck.” I stopped reading after that and turned around to look at him. “So?”

“So? What do you mean so?” Carter asked incredulously. “They’re still looking for us Molly.”

“We knew that was going to happen Carter. I’m an art thief and a murderer for fuck’s sake. I’ve stolen millions of dollars in paintings and sculptures and your kill count is almost in the hundreds. Of course they’re going to be looking for us!” I was always the more reasonable sibling.

“Molly you don’t get it. Oregon and the surrounding states don’t have leads but what about the one we’re in. What If they know something but just haven’t publicized it?” Carter was a bit of a paranoid person, but considering the circumstances he had a reason to be.

“We’ve changed our names, gotten fake but convincing licenses, we buy everything in cash, and use burner phones. We’re doing everything right. It’d take a miracle for them to catch us,” I tried to reason.

“Or for you to screw up again.” I stared at Carter with disbelief. He hadn’t thrown that in my face in a little over a year. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.” Even though I knew that his apology was sincere, I was already in a foul mood.

“Whatever. If you need me, I’ll be in the sauna.” The house Carter and I lived in was a bit much. It wasn’t a house, it was a mansion. We had an indoor sauna, both wet and dry, to go along with our spa room, a large pool with a waterfall and hot tub, a guest house, three offices, a theater room, a game room, and eight bedrooms, two of which were masters. And to go with our house we had nice cars. Collin drove a silver Porsche 918 Spyder and I drove a black Audi R8. Surprisingly we blended in fairly well.

As promised I ended up in the sauna. I liked the dry sauna more than the wet sauna. Carter was the opposite. Everything about us was opposite most of the time. He liked sweet, I liked spicy. He liked chocolate, I lived vanilla. He liked outer space, I liked the ocean. But we still worked well together. I stole the items that made us money and he… well he killed anyone that could potentially get in our way. We’ve been at it since we were sixteen; we’re currently twenty-seven.

“Let’s go out tonight,” Carter said suddenly from the doorway.

“You’re letting all the hot air out,” I mumbled. I didn’t look at him, I just continued to lay on the bench with my eyes closed.

“Molly I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to throw that in your face, I just don’t want us to get caught especially you. Let me make it up to you,” Carter insisted. I sighed and turned my head and looked at him. The sight I was greeted with caused me to chuckle. Carter was standing there pouting and batting his eyes.

“You’re such a freak. Where are we going?” I caved. Carter gave a triumphant smile then shrugged.

“There’s a band playing downtown. I figured we could go and then get dinner.” A concert? I couldn’t remember the last time I had been to a concert, maybe when I was freshman in high school.

“Sure. Just let me know an hour before we’re supposed to be there so I can shower and get ready.” Carter gave me a thumbs up then left. A few minutes later I heard him go into the wet sauna. With a smirk on my face I knocked on the wall. A second later I got a response. It went on for about fifteen minutes until I ended up falling asleep.







“So whose playing?” I asked as we stood in line. Normally Carter and I would order VIP tickets to concerts and other events but we decided that enjoying something like a normal, everyday person would be good for us.

“All Time Low. Do you know them? There was supposed to be band playing before them but they had to cancel last minute.” I shook my head and looked around at some of the other people in line. Some smiled at me, others gave me dirty looks, and some even waved.

“People watching is always so interesting,” I commented. Carter nudged me playfully and shook his head. Ever since we were little he always made fun of me for people watching and enjoying it.

Twenty minutes later the doors to the venue opened and we filed inside. Carter grabbed ahold of my hand and pushed us through the crowd until we were at the front. The benefits of having a somewhat tall brother. I set my purse on the other side of guardrail and leaned against it.

“Thanks for this by the way. I think getting out as been long overdue.” I would never admit it out loud, but I was thankful for Carter. Without him I wouldn’t be where I was. I’d probably be in jail in all honesty.

“Well if you weren’t such a hermit you wouldn’t have to worry about it. Why don’t you get an actual job so you have something to do? That’s why I got one.”

“Yeah and you hate it.”

“I may hate it, but at least I’m not bored all the time.” I went to counter but the lights went out.

“Baltimore scream for me!” a smooth, enthusiastic voice suddenly said. The crowd around us, mostly the females, began to scream. “I can’t hear you!” A different voice yelled. The crowd, even though I didn’t think it was possible, rose an octave. Suddenly the lights went on and standing in front of me and Carter was a tall man, much taller than Collin it seemed, with black, and a patch of blonde, hair and brown eyes that were to die for. He had a black guitar with “boner” written on it as well.

“Close your mouth someone might stick their dick in it,” Carter commented loudly into my ear over the screaming. I smacked him in the chest which earned a laugh from, not only Carter, but the man as well. I looked back over at him and he winked at me. Leave it to Carter to make me look stupid.







The concert ended about an hour later and I was a sweaty mess. Halfway through I started to dance and jump around with Carter. He was laughing at me the entire time, but hey at least we had fun. Now we just had to playing the waiting game while everyone left the venue. With a huff, I sat down on the floor and leaned my head against the railing.

“So is your hair really that color or are you wearing a wing?” The same voice from the beginning of the concert asked from behind me suddenly. I looked up and found him standing next to me on the other side of the guardrail.

“It’s my real hair. Carter over here helps me dye it,” I replied. I was trying to play it cool, but it was obvious that I was a little flustered.

“Molly, you look like a total asshole right now,” Carter informed me with a smirk.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demanded.

“At least stand up and talk to him.” My cheeks heated up when I realized that Carter was right. I scrambled to stand up and fixed my hair out of nervous habit.

“I’m Jack,” the man introduced and held his hand to me.

“I’m Molly and this is my brother Carter,” I replied while Jack shook Carter’s hand as well.

“Nice to meet you guys. Did you enjoy the show?” Based off the smirk on his face, Jack already knew the answer to his own question. Regardless, Carter and I nodded. “We’re playing again tomorrow, you should come. I can give security your names and have you guys backstage if you want.”

I looked at Carter with pleading eyes and he pretended like it was a giant hassle. “I guess we can do that.” I squealed with happiness and even went as far as jumping up and down like a child.

“Well then I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” The look Jack gave me had me weak in the knees. I blushed again when he handed me my purse and waved like the lame ass I was as we left.

“We need to have a talk,” Carter informed me as we walked to his car. I hated when he said that. Our “talks” always ended with me getting scolded.

Notes

I originally had this story posted on the BVB site, but I felt ATL fit the story better so I moved it over here. I hope you guys come to enjoy Molly and Carter's adventure. Make sure to subscribe, vote, and rate.

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