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"Does it really have to be her, and not me, who does that?" Markus heard his sister, Tanya, ask in an annoyed tone.
That, he matched it with his own irritated sigh as he turned around to face her.
"Yeah, and we're not wasting time arguing about it again. You know how it goes, the moment they see her," he said, nodding in the direction of their younger sister, Bella, "They'll think she's some Catholic school graduate or a starting businesswoman and happily follow her, not expecting anything. You can have fun when we are back home. But here, I want to safely fleece as many rich fucks as we can," he added, closing the debate and prompting his sister to pout in annoyance.
He had a point, and she knew that. While he and their younger brother Paul were obviously brothers, with both having the same medium-brown hair and athletically built bodies, she and Bella could barely be more different. Unlike their modestly-dressed sister, Tanya was dressed in the same cheap, revealing, torn-up skanky clothes she always wore, proudly showing off as much of her large ass and plump breasts as she could in public, deep-red polish on her nails and huge hoop earrings on her ears, looking like a good but cheap hooker. Which she was whenever she felt like she could do with some extra money, but that was neither here nor there.
At 24, Markus was the eldest of the four siblings. Tanya was 23, Paul 21, and the 19-year-old Bella was just about to turn 20 in a few weeks. Coming from a low-income household in a quite economically deprived and high-crime area which even the local cops barely bothered patrolling, the siblings already had a long history of petty criminality, always doing their best not to go too wild and hard to warrant ruthless response when the cops, or worse, answered and to have alibis and plausible deniability whenever possible.
When they went into action together like this, they always used the same script. If the lone target they picked was female or otherwise looked vulnerable, the innocent-looking Bella would approach them with a sob story, asking for help, before bringing them to where the rest of her family was so they could jump and rob them. If they felt more confident and picked a potentially-dangerous looking male, not much would change, except that it would be Tanya approaching them offering a blowjob, which she would usually also give after bringing them to the spot, with Bella sometimes joining in and the brothers always recording it as additional leverage for when the time came to relieve their victims of their belongings.
After all this time, those strategies still worked for them, but now that they were in a better part of a much better town than where they lived, Markus had no wish to take the riskier one given how much they could get by playing it safe.
"Damn, got a nice one!" Paul announced, and Markus rejoined his brother in peeking out of the corner of the old building they were hiding behind.
"Damn, she sure is," he commented.
Two streets away from them, just leaving the clubhouse they had been watching for the last hour, was a woman who looked like, as Markus heard Tanya once put it, "a walking wallet." Dressed in a nice, green business suit, the woman clearly made more money in a month than they and their mother could hope to make in a year. She walked with grace, her confident gait annoying Markus even more than her high socioeconomic status did. Looking to be somewhere around 30 or 40, it was hard to tell at such a distance, the woman seemed shorter than average, and rather slender to boot. She was shorter and weaker than the athletic Tanya, though he wasn't sure whether Bella could beat her. So much money, carried on such a weak body...
"OK, go," Markus told Bella, the blonde taking one glimpse at their mark and grinning.
"It's like looking at the future, goddamn. That's my exact favorite color as well," she said, before setting off towards her target and quickly waving at her siblings.
Who knows? Maybe there was more to the resemblance between them. This sure looked like a town where one of the rich fucks who used to be around their mother whenever their father was in prison, as was typical for him, would live. Markus had to wonder if one of those who were around her when Bella was conceived wasn't somewhere near them right now.
"They're coming!" Paul let them know in a commanding, yet hushed voice, and the three of them scrambled to take their positions.
For that matter, Paul's babyface also looked quite different from the tough but handsome faces Markus and their father had, but they were so similar in everything else that he never had any doubt that the two of them were brothers.
"Hi! I'm Tanya," he heard his sister immediately say from behind the wall he was crouched in front of the inside of the empty building, the moment footsteps of both their younger sister and the woman stopped near her. Funny how she sounded when she tried to sound innocent.
"Hi Tanya, I'm Mary," the woman replied, before audibly looking for something in the pocket of her suit. "So you're the one who needed those painkillers, or..."
"No, that's our sister Andrea, she already went inside to catch her breath quickly, if you could," Bella said, ushering her inside.
The woman stepped inside, Bella at her side to obscure her vision, and he could see that she was around her early 30s. Predictably, though still bizarrely to someone like Markus, the woman didn't seem to be paying any attention to her surroundings as she made her way deeper and deeper inside the large room.
The moment he knew she was way too far from the exit to run away even if Tanya wasn't blocking it, he jumped from behind the covered desk he was hiding behind and ran towards her.
"Give me your wallet, now!" he yelled as he grabbed onto her, trying to push her towards the wall.
"Huh, what?" Mary reacted, surprising him with her reflexes as she shook off his and Bella's arms. "Leave me alone!" she screamed, continuing to slip out of his grasp while Tanya and Paul ran to where they were.