[BF] Car Trouble, Cock Trouble – Ray, Jerome and Vito

Ray, Jerome, and Vito sat on the edge of the pier, feet dangling above the dark water. The city behind them hummed with distant sirens, but here, there was only the gentle slap of waves.

“So that’s it?” Vito asked, tossing a pebble. “Twenty years, and we just walk away?”

Jerome adjusted his hat, a slow smile spreading. “We don’t walk. We sail.”

Ray pointed to a small boat bobbing nearby, a single suitcase inside. The money from the last job was already packed.

Vito laughed, a rare, honest sound. “They’ll never find us.”

“That’s the point,” Ray said, standing.

Without another word, they climbed down the rusty ladder. The boat engine purred to life, cutting through the moonlight. Behind them, the city shrank to a faint glow—a past left for someone else to bury.