Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 112: Breaking the Bubble.

"What's the plan, or are we just going to start shooting?" Fanni asked from the back seat.

"We park somewhere safe, then we go over the plan again with the Nerozzi guys." Oli said, clearly getting more stressed about the whole thing. He wanted to act like he didn't care about what Richie had told him, like it didn't matter, but deep down, he was starting to realize maybe he should have listened. "Turn left here." He said to Dani while Fanni glanced back, spotting the convoy of cars following them.

There was no turning back now. They were actually doing it.

She never thought she'd end up in something like this. It wasn't her. At least... it wasn't how she was raised.

Out of the three of them, Fanni was the only one who actually had a good childhood.

She grew up outside the city, in the suburbs, big house, loving family, the kind of life most people could only dream about. There was always food on the table. She had every barbie doll she ever wanted. Private school. Good education.

She was supposed to be someone. The kind of girl who'd easily make it big. Perfect grades, a bright future, the red carpet rolled out straight to the top universities.

But then... life showed her a different side.

In her final year of high school, a student from the eighth district transferred into their school. They became good friends, really good friends, but Fanni could feel early on that something wasn't right.

At first, she didn't realize it. But the more they talked, the more it sank in, the life she was living... was a bubble.

She listened to her friend's stories, stories from the eighth district, about how sometimes there was no electricity, no running water, about people fighting just to survive.

At first, Fanni laughed. She thought her friend was exaggerating, making stuff up. "No way," she told her. "This country can't be that bad." She bragged about her own life, about how good it was growing up.

But her friend just smiled at her and said,

"What a dream."

That one sentence stuck with her.

And from that point on, Fanni started digging deeper. She wanted to know the truth, how people really lived outside her perfect little world.

But by the time she realized everything her friend said was true... it was already too late.

She disappeared. Vanished without a trace.

Fanni asked the teachers, asked everyone. Where is she? Why isn't she coming back? But no one could give her an answer. Until one day, fed up with all the bullshit, she decided to visit her as she knew the exact address where she lived.

But the police stopped her before she could even take a step into the district.

"You'd be attacked within minutes." They told her.

She argued with them, but they, even if she didn't know it at that time, just wanted to protect her. A beautiful teenager walking into the most dangerous district, wearing an outfit worth more than what they make in three months.

She was the perfect target.

So she went back home and started digging deeper, into the corruption, the devastation in the districts. She realized that nobody was doing anything about it. But what truly decided the course of her life was not just what she discovered, it was what she saw on the news.

A teenager who died, a teenager who was a prostitute.

It was her. Tiana.

She threw up the moment the truth hit her, remembering how she laughed in her face, calling her a liar, acting like nothing was wrong and now that image was burned into her mind forever. She couldn't even comprehend it, how could it all be true?

That Tiana was selling her body just to be able to go to a good school… a teenager murdered after meeting with a client.

That was the day Fanni decided she was not going to be a doctor, not a lawyer, not someone living a fake life in a bubble. No, she wanted to be a journalist, one who would do everything in her power to show the world what was truly happening, to tell Tiana's story.

When she told her parents about her decision, she experienced something she never thought she would, hatred from the very people who raised her. The parents who never once laid a hand on her, cursed at her like she was nothing.

Her loving father, for the first time slapped her, screaming that she was destined to be far greater than a journalist, that she was throwing her life away.

It wasn't about disappointment, no, they cared. They cared too much because they knew what was happening in the districts. They knew why there were no reports about corruption or poverty or crime, because everyone who dared to speak the truth ended up dead.

But Fanni didn't care about living in comfort or playing it safe, she followed her heart and as she graduated she left her family behind and ran away, straight to Oli and Gabi, two people nothing like her, who had already run from their homes when they were just fifteen.

The only problem was the money, as they had nothing, so the bright idea came and so Fanni went with the flow, followed them and together they started robbing restaurants, gas stations, bars but only in the rich neighborhoods, only in the upper districts. They never once stole from the poor, and even if they had thought about it, Fanni was always there to stop them.

That was how their gang was born.

Three runaways, one of them a girl who was once destined to be someone great, now turned into nothing but a petty criminal. A criminal with a purpose, with a dream, a criminal who would do great things once she had enough money.

Even though she didn't want to do this, even though this life was never part of her plan, her goal never changed. And now, with this, if they actually get away with the money, she could bribe people, get information, dig even deeper into the corruption, and show the world the truth.

The only thing that changed was the time, the eight long years that had passed since then.

Which for her, just made it worse, because after all of these years none of it was covered. Not a single thing. Not even when social media exploded, when everyone suddenly had a platform, when everyone talked like they cared, posted like they understood.

But that's all it ever was.

Everyone shared their little posts, their little opinions and then went right back to their lives like nothing was happening.

Nobody acted nor did anything. Not even the ones who swore they were fighting for justice.

For Fanni, that was worse than all the corruption, worse than all the lies.

Because silence kills louder than any bullet.

"Fanni?"

"Yeah…"

"You good?" Oli asked.

"Yeah, just dazed off a little." She said as he got out, checking his revolver. She started to stress even more as there were only six bullets left and that was it. No more.

They slowly came to a stop, a few streets away from the road where the truck would pass.

Everybody got out of the car, waiting for the Nerozzi guys to arrive and they did.

As they got out of their cars, it was visible that they were way more prepared for the whole thing. Seven guys had submachine guns while the others carried pistols. Still better than the revolvers they had.

"Oli, your little gang is ready?" Zusio, the boss of Nerozzi, asked.

"Yeah, we're ready."

"Okay then, here is the plan." He squatted down, picked up a branch, and started drawing on the ground. "As the truck arrives in the middle of the street, two cars will go behind it and block it, while two others will block it from the front." He drew it. "Since you guys only have small guns, you'll be in the second car from behind, with me. We get out, shoot if needed, place the explosives, grab the money, and dip." He stood up. "Anything changed about the information you told us?"

"No, nothing." Oli answered without hesitation, while Fanni sighed to herself.

"Okay then, get in the cars and let's go." Zusio smiled as he went and sat in one of them.

"Let's do this." Oli said, grabbing his mask and heading toward the car.

"Fanni, you will stay behind. If anything happens, run for your life." Gabi told her.

"What? No—"

"Yes, you are. You still have a future if you get yourself together. But me and Oli... we don't." He looked at her. "So if anything bad happens just run. And don't look back." He put on his mask and went to sit in the car too.

Fanni stood frozen for a little, then as she pulled on the mask she looked up at the sky and did something she never did before.

She prayed to God.

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But unknown to her...God was busy listening to a guy's prayers constantly.

And that guy was Arine.

"Is he always like this?" One of the guards who came for the Washer asked.

"No, he just hasn't killed anyone in a long time." Mike said.

"Lord, grant me strength. Help me face my enemies with wrath and blood. Keep my heart steady as I pull the trigger. Amen."

"Amen." The guard said, laughing.

"Instead of praying, get ready, Arine. The street is coming up. If something happens, that's where it's going to be."

He said nothing back, just cocked the machine gun and hoped the Lord would answer his prayers in a few minutes.