It slipped his mind it was even Saturday, most days blurred into one and he was sure his not-date with Luke had been a weird fever dream or something. What the hell even was that? He was only sure it was real when he saw the angry red mark the next day. It hadn't faded, it had stayed, a reminder that it really happened.

The heist was supposed to be easy but this one? It wasn't run by the rogues, just a small time gang and he forgot he wasn't working with professionals. They made a terrible job of breaking in and out, they attacked everyone still inside causing a major scene, they almost left half the stash behind because they forgot to check the vaults and they tripped the silent alarm on the way out.

The cops would be here any minute and there was Axel, holding a bag full of cash. The others were getting into the car and when he tried to get in, he was stopped. The big guy running this thing held up his hand before gesturing at Axel's share.

"You want in, you gotta pay for it."

Fuck. This was so the last time he pulled a heist with amateurs.