Diamonds Are A Thieves Best Friend (open)

The next day, John awoke and was ready for Vegas. He arrived at Nolee's house in his limo. He hopped out and went up to the door. He knocked. He already had a guy to take care of the diamond and sell it on the Black Market. John was quick with these things.

Nolee checked her phone after she showered that morning and dressed in a pretty pink sundress. She ran a hand through her hair to fix it up before making a bit of breakfast.

John just entered the house, his body guards following. "Nolee?" He called out, looking around for the young woman.

"In the kitchen," Nolee called out. She flipped the piece of sausage she was cooking before looking over her shoulder, "Hey Johnny. Who are your friends?"

"My body guards. Can never be too careful in this business." John chuckled, leaning in the doorway as his boys waited in the living room. "Where's the diamond? I have a guy to take care of that for ya."

Nolee walked into her private study, opening the bookcase via a secret panel on the side, to reveal a safe. She entered the combination and, along with a .9 mm pistol, removed the diamond. "Here it is. I want to meet the man," she demanded.

"He's in LA right now. The simon will get transported on my private jet, many of my armed guards will be going wit it. Don't worry. I promised I'd kill him if he messed with a penny off this diamond. Everything will go to charity, I promise." John said truthfully.

Nolee nodded, raking a hand through her hair. "And what about you? Nothing in this world comes free, I owe you something, I know I do."

John pursed his lips. "All I ask... is that you don't breath a word about me or my business to anyone outside this... operation. Because if you do... there will be hell to pay. Now let's go. My other jet will bring us to Vegas."

Nolee nodded, pocketing her gun and grabbing her bag before grabbing her food off of the stove and putting it into a paper bag. "Lunch," she explained as she saw the weird look that John was giving her.

John nodded. "Right. Well let's get a move on." he said and lead her to his limo, his body guards opening the door for them as they slid in.

Nolee followed him. She tended not to like huge crowds. "Is all of this necessary?"

"The body guards? Yes, it is. I learned the hard way what happens when you don't have protection." He sighed.

Nolee nodded, looking at the guards, "You get ripped off if you don't have protection, right?"

John nodded. "You get hurt if you don't have protection." He said lowly, thinking back to his attack a while ago.

"Hurt how? Surely a man of your stature can defend himself?" Nolee smiled.

"I was raped." John said quietly as he looked down at his phone.

"R...raped? By who?" Nolee asked, suddenly intimidated.

"A man who had it out for me." John said quietly, the car pulling into the airport towards his jet.

"I'm sorry," Nolee apologized. "It must have been awful...."

"It was." He said, looking down. They boarded the private plane and John sank down into his couch, a glass of Scotch in his hand.

Nolee nodded, following him onto the private jet. "This is wonderful. How much did this cost you!?"

"Few million. No big deal really." John said, sipping his scotch.

"That is a big deal!" Nolee exclaimed, "How do you get so much money?"

"By doing what I do. Breaking casinos." John smirked. "We;re going to break the biggest casino on the strip. There's a case of diamonds at the top. We're going to get those diamonds. Rig the machines so the casino can't help but make everyone a winner." He said.