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                  When we finally made it to the tree, I sat down on the cold ground and rested my back against the trunk. We waited another twenty minutes, making sure no one was around or that we’d been followed at all. We were overly cautious for the right reasons.
    We couldn’t afford to fuck this up.
                  After the coast was clear, I picked up the bough and set it aside before we hastily dug beneath the soil it had sat on. The cold I felt soon dissipated as my sweat broke. The earth was frozen solid, taking every ounce of my energy cutting into it. I was surprised I even had any energy at all.
                  Not only did I work all day, but I had done overtime too. Then I’d gone home to help Allie with Kayden. After that, I fought a desperate drug addict on an empty stomach in front of a crowd of hungry eyes, returned home and finally fucked the hell out of the sexiest woman I was privileged to call mine, and now I was here, digging into my past, seeing nothing but Ricardo’s flattened head while I was at it.
                  I deserved a damn good rest, no?
                  “Come on, you little cunt,” I mumbled aloud, tearing through the soil with my boot pressed against the shovel. It gave way. We shovelled the dirt out within minutes, working hard and fast. I didn’t like doing this at night, and all I kept thinking about was Allie and hoping Kayden hadn’t stirred enough to wake her up.
                  Allie didn’t need to know I was gone. This was meant to be an in and out thing, and so far it was. But every part of me wanted to hurry back home and be with my family, and the minutes ended up feeling like hours.
                  “Alright,” panted Marko, “that’s deep enough. Put the bags in.”
                  We filled up the large hole with the bags of money we had no time to count.
                  “How many more times are we going to keep doing this?” he asked after we started filling up the hole.
                  “As much as we can,” I answered. “There are that many fucking addresses in that book. Keep an eye out after this and we’ll be seeing more violence from the Syndicates.”
                  “Keeping the violence up like this will do what exactly?”
    “They won’t trust each other to deal. They’re going to lose a lot of money. We’re going to bring the Syndicate down to their knees once they war with each other some more. You saw what happened after Ricardo. They won’t suspect this after so much time has passed. Once they fall apart, we’ll have that much money left to pillage.”
                  He paused, stopping once to glance at me, dirt already stuck in his brown hair. “That’s very manipulative shit. No one’s ever gonna be able to trace it to us if we keep doing this randomly.”
                  “Exactly. We keep doing what we’re doing and nobody will pay us any mind. In the meantime, we lay low. Live comfortably and be as unsuspecting as a pig in shit.”
                  “Maybe we should find another place to hide the money then?”
                  I chuckled wryly. “If you can think of one as secretive as this, be my fucking guest.”
                  I personally hadn’t found a spot.
    When we finally finished, we stood around, catching our breaths, looking down at the buried money with dazed expressions and hopeful hearts. So absorbed, we stared on until the wind picked up and the sky finally broke with rain.
    Then we left.
    “I’m going to be fucked in the morning,” complained Marko, slapping a hand against his cheek to wake himself up.
    “We don’t get a lot of customers on a Friday,” I replied.
    “Yeah, but I’ve picked up overtime for all those side projects. If I can’t touch the money yet, I still need to make ends meet