The Amateur: A Villainous Love Story by T.J. Land

Author:T.J. Land [Land, T.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: superhero, supervillain, bigender, superhero romance, lgbt erotic romance, queer spec fic, poly romance, superhero and supervillain, poly erotica, superhero gay
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

“You know what I feel like? I feel like eating out,” said Ares.

“Eating out who?” asked Eel, predictably.

“You’ve got somewhere in mind, boss?” said Red, putting aside the magazine he’d been reading and thinking, Finally, we’re back in the game. They’d been on holiday since Nefario’s death two months ago, waiting for their bodies to heal.

“Sure do. The new fancy place on Green Street.”

‘Fancy’ was understating it. When Le Girafe had first opened, boasting an internationally famous chef and exotic truffles that apparently tasted like the second coming of Christ, every table had been booked up for months in advance.

“Gee, we’ll have to dress up nicely,” snickered Eel, reaching for his mask.

They never spent long planning jobs like this one. Ares believed in spontaneity. Over-thinking a heist is dangerous, he’d told Red once. Keep it simple. Don’t wait for nerves to get the better of you. So three hours later, with no fanfare whatsoever, the League of Larceny walked straight through Le Girafe’s front door.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” Ares declared. “This is a robbery.”

One guy screamed, and a few stared at them in confusion. Most of the clientele and waiters either started whispering excitedly amongst themselves or took out their phones and started taking pictures, because this was Mercy City. Red overheard a young woman whisper to her friend, “That one’s called Ares. Isn’t he cute?”

“I like that one,” her friend whispered back, licking her lips in Red’s direction. “What’s his name?”

“I dunno. Caramel Fudge, or something?”

Screw you people.

They did what they did. Ares took out a big knife (actually a miniature replica of Bilbo Baggins’s sword from the movies that probably couldn’t cut anything tougher than camembert) and stood by the door brandishing it while Red went from table to table collecting cash and jewelry in a bag. Across the room, Eel slithered around collecting tasty-looking food in tinfoil and putting it into the big picnic hamper he was carrying.

One old lady started to cry when Red pointed to her diamond necklace, blubbering out a story about her dead husband and their last vacation. Red, feeling a mixture of sympathy and irritation, but above all motivated by the need to keep moving, instead told the young man sitting next to her – he looked like her son – to hand over his bespoke suit and the bottle of wine they’d been sharing. Never spend more than four minutes cleaning a place out, Ares always said. Besides, this kind of heist wasn’t about money. The money was a bonus. The point was to send a message; to show even Mercy City’s most affluent that they weren’t invulnerable, and that the League were still a force to be reckoned with. And, yeah, it also gave them the chance to stuff their faces with fancy noms.

He only had three tables left to go. Eel had moved into the kitchen to see what was in the fridge, and Ares was giving him the hurry-it-up look. He turned to his next victims, and found himself staring down at Kevin.

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