#thedevilsrejects

So after about an hour, you explained the whole situation to him he didn't interrupt you; he listened intently, watching you with sad eyes, knowing what this ordeal had taken on you and the fact that you had lost a child that's even more traumatic he didn't have anything to say that could directly comfort you. Still, he reassured you that he was there for you in any way that you needed him. "Damn little sis, I'm so sorry; that's a hell of a journey you were on. I wish I could have been there to help you through most of it," he stated, lighting a cigarette and taking a long draw from it. "But I'm here now, so whatever you feel you need to do, let's do it. I'm down".

"Well, the first thing would be breaking them out of jail. We can't let them stay there. We have to devise some kind of plan to rescue them, and then after that, we'll decide where to go from there. I can't think straight knowing that they are locked away". Foxy put out his cigarette and took out another, lighting it before answering you. "Do you know where they are and all of that because I'm sure I can break them out. I got a good idea." "Yeah, I do know,” you stated, "honestly, it's all over the news, so everyone knows where they are right now."

Foxy thought to himself for a minute, “you know what? I know that prisons tend to have many inmates in the yard in chain gangs. I bet I could break him out from there, but we just need some money."You chewed on your inner lip a bit and molded over the possibility of having to sacrifice some of your morals to get some money quickly. You were doing this for them, so you decided that the greater good would rule over anything that you had to do. "I can help you get some money," you stated, looking directly at him for the first time " I'm not sure how yet, but whatever I have to do, I will do it." "What did you have in mind?" Foxy asked. He was looking at you with a curious look. He could tell there was a lot on your mind, but he couldn't quite read your face. "I got a couple of ideas," you said, smiling at him for the first time. "It's risky, though." "Shit, honey," he laughed, putting out his jack daniels bottle from the seat under his chair. "Risky is my middle name."

You stood up and emptied the bag sitting next to you; many fake IDs fell out onto the bed. "So this is what I'm thinking. Have you heard of disaster relief Reformations?"Foxy nodded but ushered for you to continue, "so during natural disasters, anyone in the area that has been affected can apply for aid, and it just has to be wired to you well after the last superstorm, we have quite a bit of id's I don't know how many of them are eligible for reparations, but I have no problem putting on a nice little wig and attempting to go and commit identity theft I mean honestly it's not even the worst of what we've done so…" you began to explain your plan you were going to go and try to steal pretty much the identity of all the young women that you had at your disposal, thus getting as much money as you could. And if that plan did fall through, you were thinking about applying at the nearby local strip club; showing your body to other men other than Otis did not sit well with you, but you also knew that that was quick cash.

So here was the plan so far, foxy made a lot of money in illegal transportation of goods such as drugs and guns, you name it using the hotel as his front. You planned to get as much money wired to these accounts that he had set up throughout various banks in Texas. You were going to steal the deceased woman's identity and get as much money wired to you through the reparations you could. You were also going to help rob and lure potential victims to the hotel, bringing them back to the room with the promise of sex just to have foxy knock them out and steal their money. It was a risky plan, but one that you had to take.

And thus began your plan; your first step was to the dollar store to collect as many wigs and disguises as you could to try and match your identity to the many IDs you had at your disposal. If any questions arose, Foxy would act as your husband, father, cousin; you name it. You both traveled outside of Texas for the first few hits as far as you could to try and hit the banks and the wiring centers there. You had to admit this was fun; it almost felt like old times again, running around and doing these horrible antics with the family. And Foxy was a good partner; he knew how to cover his tracks and make sure that nothing got in your way; he had to admit though the first few times that he allowed you to be the bait and bring the gentleman back to the hotel so they could be robbed and then you could split he was nervous he knew deep down that Otis would never forgive him if he let anything happen to you. Watching you flirt with the guys and their eyes light up, hoping that they would get lucky, is hilarious; he knew that you would never let any other man other than his brother touch you, so watching their hopes rise and then get crushed was hilarious. Watching you walk out of the hotel room dressed up to go and bait, the gentleman foxy had to admit you were a beautiful young woman; he could see why besides the fact that you had a spitfire personality Otis was attracted to you if you weren't his brother's girl he would have already tried to make his moves on you himself. He let his eyes wander over your figure as you walked over to the car. The night went well, and the gentleman came without question with the promise of a very intense coitus session waiting for him back in the room. You gave the nod to Foxy, and he sprang into action with your already previously discussed plan. He was waiting in the closet when you unlocked the hotel room and let the drunk man stagger into the room.

You had a bright crimson wig and sunglasses that you refused to remove in the bar. "Hey, well now, beautiful, will you let me see those pretty eyes?" The man asks, slurring his words and falling over himself. "in a minute, honey, you just get comfortable, and I'm going to freshen up, okay?" You told him, lightly patting him on the shoulder and winking at Foxy as you walked by. That's when he's sprung into action busting out of the closet and smacking the man with the tire iron. "Well, that was fast," you said, coming out of the bathroom and drying your hands on a towel. "Yeah, I'm getting hungry. I decided we should just hurry this one along." He said, slapping on his black gloves and rummaging through the man's pockets. "I'm hungry, too; where should we stop on the way back to the hotel?"

At this point, you and Foxy had moved to a different hotel, another one that he felt secure at because they didn't ask too many questions. Still, with the larger room, he slept on the couch and allowed you to have the bedroom, surprisingly a revenant of the Southern gentleman that appeared to live in him still despite his outward exterior.

He watched you adjust your breasts in the tight red dress you had and quickly forced himself to look away. What was he doing? He thought to himself; this is your brother's girl, but man, she looks outstanding in red, he thought to himself. He quickly shook those thoughts away and escorted you back to the car before you both took off. Entering the hotel room, you promptly pulled off your wig and lighter out of your bra lighting a cigarette; you pulled out a bunch of cash you had in your purse and sat down at the table. "Not a bad night tonight," you said, running it through the money counting machine. "But I still think we're a little short; I'm thinking of applying at the strip club down the street." "You?" Foxy asked, taking off his coat the thought of you half-naked on a pole made him feel hot under the collar, he cleared his throat "I didn't peg you for much of a dancer." "I'm not," you replied, "but I figure if you're halfway decent in this town and show a little ass, men will throw money at you, especially if they're desperate enough for a few sweet nothings whispered."

Foxy sat down in the armchair, lighting his cigarette and looking up at you. "Well, you ain't gotta worry about that because you're not halfway decent you got some looks to you, kid." "Aww, Foxy, thank you," you smiled, looking back towards him "you can be so sweet sometimes." He laughed and shook his head "you better tell nobody." You and Foxy both decided to celebrate the ending to a very intense week; you found yourself drinking along with him and laughing, reminiscing about old times and stories that he told you that he and Otis had done when they were younger. "So the midnight wolfman has always been wild, I see," you laughed, taking another shot. "Oh man, honey, you have no idea," he laughed, wiping his mouth and looking at you; he noticed that some of your hair had gotten stuck on your lip gloss and leaned forward to remove it from your face and tuck it behind your ear. You chuckled, "oh, thank you, I didn't even notice that," and tucked the rest of your hair behind your ear. Foxy looked at you,.. really looked at you.. the light shining through the window and damn, you looked so beautiful in the moonlight. He found himself staring at you and you staring back, your half hooded eyes from the alcohol catching you off guard. Your beautiful smile creeps up on your face as you start to laugh and pull your arms over your head to stretch. He found himself watching you and the familiar urge growing in his loins. His pants felt tight, and his throat felt dry; he wanted to reach out and kiss you, throw you onto the bed, rip your clothes off and make you his own. He blinked hard and stood up; no, you were off-limits, and he knew that; he went back to sit on the couch and took a swig of the bottle before running his hands down his face. "I'm gonna call it a night," you said, getting up and heading towards the room "night." "Yeah," he replied as you closed the door. He hoped you didn't see any of that, and if you had, he hoped that you would keep it to yourself. Otis didn't need to know about his thoughts; it would just drive a wedge between them; he knew he had to shake the possibility of seeing you in any kind of intimate light out of his mind; you weren't his, and he had to remember that.

You later got up to take a shower, and when you got out, you saw that foxy had passed out on the chair with the half bottle of Jack in his hand; you laughed to yourself silently. You then walked out onto the patio staring at the never-ending flatlands before you. There was a slight breeze rolling in, and you remember the last time you were standing outside when it was cold, and you complained. Otis laughed at you and told you to dress more appropriately for the weather but then said you better put no pants on because he likes seeing your beautiful legs, and he took off his flannel and put it around you and pulled you close.