Bound to Break

Chapter 40

I was starting to believe people in Las Vegas were just as rude as New Yorkers. If I got shouldered one more time, I'd lose it.

Petrol and the city air tasted bitter on my tongue. I shoved past endless people as I headed to the bank, wishing I'd brought a jacket with me. If I wasn't smart enough to do that, I had no hope of pulling this off.

But the cold wasn't the only reason I was shaking. Fear had gotten a hold of every part of me. I never knew I could be this paranoid.

Every second I'd turn back to see if blondie was behind me, and whenever I saw a black car my stomach always dropped. No other car here looked like Luciano's Aston Martin but I was still wary.

I started to get closer to the bank, growing more and more desperate to get inside. Every second that went by was precious.

The receptionist maintained her smile as I walked up to the counter.

"Hi, I'd like to withdraw 100,000 dollars from this card."

Just like everyone else did, the young lady stared at me like I was a zoo animal. She glanced down at the black card I placed. "Sorry ma'am, the limit for a withdrawal in one day is $10,000. Any more than that and the account holder is reported for suspicious activity."

"What?" I muttered. Living on 10,000 would last me at least a few years with budget cuts and saving. I needed to be gone forever. "Okay, is there any other way I can get more than 10,000 today?"

"What's your name?"

"Katharina Vitiel-" I paused. "Capone. Katharina Capone."

The second name made her eyes widen. She let out an uneasy breath and started typing on her computer.

"If I can get approval from the holder of the card, I'll be able to withdraw you your preferred amount."

Great. I'm sure Luciano wouldn't suspect anything if I spent 100,000 today. This was useless. I couldn't even withdraw the money into a separate account or I'd risk being traced. Cash was what I needed.

"I'll take the 10,000 in cash. Thank you."

After waiting for a while and making sure the rest of the customers weren't spies, I got my money.

Now all I had to do was get out of my skin. There was a hardware store across from the bank, so I ran towards it.

I ended up buying some scissors and went straight to the bathroom to get changed. God this was an outrage. I looked like Eminem from 8 mile.

Breathe it off Nina. Breathe it off. When I picked up the scissors, my panic got worse. This was real. This was really happening.

Reluctance burned my throat, I squeezed my eyes closed and my hair fell to the ground - long brown luscious locks that took years to grow down to my waist.

It took all of my courage to open my eyes again. Through one weak light bulb, I was relieved to see that my bob didn't look bad.

I was 18 again. A few years ago I'd gone through a rebellious phase and cut my hair just to spite Mama.

After putting on my beanie I applied some heavy eyeliner and hurried out the door. I couldn't even be seen carrying the same shopping bags I walked in with, so I asked an employee if I could get some from this store.