trigger warning → mentions of robberies, blood, murder, crimes.
a/n → so the original request was for something like a modern-day bonnie and clyde but without the tragedy at the end sksksk. so this is a crime au. this is long as hell for literally no reason and this SOOOO bad. i wouldn’t read it.
He was bad for you and you knew it. That didn’t stop you from wanting him.
You were a good girl. You came from a good family. Both of your parents had stable high paying jobs, you seemed to be at the top of everything. You were spoiled rotten.
Both of your parents choose to spoil you in order for you to not see the world for what it truly was. A terrible place that had no sympathy for anyone.
You lived the lavish life. Anything you wanted, you could have. But you didn’t want material things. You wanted more.
When you were 18, you were married off to a man around the same age, a little older. His father was from a company that your father had wanted to put under his belt to control.
There was no love. You were nothing but a young housewife. You hated it. You hated this lifestyle. You wanted to do more than be a baby factory for some man who doesn’t even love you.
You packed your things and fled your house with the little money you had and all of your belongings. You managed to stay in a motel for about a week before you were kicked out as you had no money. You were on the street, all alone. And that’s when you saw him. Bryan.
Your eyes never his, as he walked up to you and offered you a place to rest your head at his place. You declined, not knowing if he had good intentions or not. He didn’t say much but not much was needed. Your first meeting was short but memorable. His smirk, his face. He was everything that your family had told you to stay away from, but he embodied what you craved.
You craved danger.
You craved adventure.
You crave energy.
And he gave you all of that, sometimes all at the same time. You couldn’t tell if it was love or lust, but you wanted him. And by the look in his eyes, he wanted you too.
One rainy night, you had come to him, taking his offer for the place to the stay, not wanting to stay on the street anymore, just wanting a bed to lay on. And that’s when you did it. You smashed your lips on his, not thinking.
It was just the two of you at that moment. This was about the two of you. Not your parents. Not the husband you had who was still legally your husband. Not the rich life you once had.
It was about you and Bryan. You gave yourself to him.
“Run with me,” He told you.
“Where will we go?” You asked.
“Across the nation,” He answered, taking your face into his hands.
You accepted his offer and ran away with him. Across the nation, the two of you had gone.
You knew he was a bad guy but you didn’t know how bad until he told you to wait until the car as he walked into a small gas station. You didn’t realize what had happened until you heard the sound of a woman’s scream and a gunshot. You froze, hearing the sounds of sure of what to do. It enabled your flight or fight response. You chose to freeze, the world around you moving in slow motion.
Reality settled in as Bryan slammed the driver’s door with a small bag of money and a gun in his other hand.
“You...you...” You were at a lost for words. The man you had fallen in love with was more dangerous than you thought. He started the car, handing the gun to you. As you held it in your hands, you felt both disgusted and terrified.
And it happened again...and again...and again. You had become an accomplice. It wasn’t until Bryan found himself in trouble.
He was held at gunpoint by a gas station owner. You couldn’t lose him. Though he was a bad man, you couldn’t lose the person who had saved you, who had cared for you, who had taken you in when you ran.
You reached into the glove department of his car and pulled out a second gun he had stored. You shakily held it up to the gas station owner, looking away from shooting. She had hoped to hit his shoulder, but instead, you hit his head, killing the man.
You opened your eyes seeing the dead body, the feeling of the world stopping around you had returned. You were just like him. “I..I...”
That was the first of many for you. You would do anything to protect Bryan and he would do anything to protect you.
This would be your last and biggest heist before you and Bryan were going to find a place to rest. You were going to rob a bank. You both had a great plan or you had hoped. You had managed to seduce your way into a position at the bank, you knew it inside and out.
As everyone had gone home, you remained, allowing Bryan in. You unlocked the safe, revealing around 200,000 in cash.
“Jackpot,” Bryan whispered, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. Between the two of you, you both tried to get as much as you could, hearing the sounds of sirens heading toward the area.
“Damnit, someone snitched!” You growled. You took a hold of Bryan’s hand and ran, heading to the car. You were prepared, “Bryan you ready to die today?”
He smirked, “With you by my side, I’m ready to die any day.”
He drove fast, hearing the sirens getting louder. You looked in the side mirror seeing around several police cars. You chuckled, reaching into the back finding a large gun. You loaded it and stuck yourself out of the window, “I got you covered. You find a place where we can fight them off.”
“You got it, babe,” He stepped on it.
You moved your head, looking through the scope of the gun, aiming toward a driver of one of the patrol cars, ‘Target locked. And...fire!’
You pulled the trigger, shooting directly through the head of the officer, causing him to swerve onto the side of the road, the car rolling several times before stopping. You smirked to yourself, feeling accomplished.
Again and again, you landed headshots, trying to clear the cops but it’s wasn’t working. They just kept coming and coming. You heard a loud gush of wind, looking up there you saw it. A helicopter.
“Well I’ll be damned. We’ve really done it now, huh?” You looked to Bryan who cut his eyes to you.
“Just watch yourself. They’ll take off your head in a heartbeat.”
“Yeah yeah, I got this. How about we up the ante?”
He raised an eyebrow as you continued, “If I can shoot down this helicopter, you have to let me top you.”
“In your dreams.”
“You’re no fun. Besides I’d be a really hot dom if you’d let me,” You flirted, before aiming up at the pilot.
“STOP THE CAR! NOW!” A voice came from the helicopter.
“I don’t think so,” You smirked, locking on the target, pulling the trigger. With a couple of seconds the helicopter came raining down on the side of the road.
Bryan laughed, “You know, maybe I’ll think about letting you top.”
“YAY!”
Looking in his side mirror, he saw the cops kept coming and coming. He saw a cave to his left. He gripped on tight to the wheel, “Let’s play on the edge of death.”
“More than we are right now?”
He nodded, “Let’s doing something crazy.”
“I’m in. You know I’m stuck with you till the very end.”
He cut a hard left driving onto dirt and heading toward the cave. You looked to him in confusion, “What are you planning?”
“Just grab the money and when I tell you to jump, jump, okay?”
“Got it.”
The cops were getting closer, that’s when the shots sounded. You felt a pain in your shoulder. You closed your eyes tightly, putting your hand on your shoulder, feeling a liquid. You opened your eyes, bringing your hand to your eyes, “Those fuckers shot me!”
Bryan drove deep into the cave, you grabbed the money getting prepared to jump. He unlocked the doors, “When I say jump, you have to jump and roll as far as you can, okay?”
You nodded.
“One...two...three. JUMP!” He screamed. The two of you jumped out of the car and rolled, rolling as far as you could. The car went down a hill, crashing into a deep hole. Finally, you stopped rolling and hide deeper into the cave holding your shoulder in pain.
You heard the sirens leave the cave, believing the two of you had fallen into the hole with the car which was now aflame.
There was a long silence in the cave. You let out a tired sigh, it was finally over. You looked down at the money you were holding, smirking.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, you jumped slightly, turning around to punch the owner of the hand.
“Y/n! It’s me!”
“Bryan? Oh shit, I’m sorry. I thought you were a cop or something.” You apologized.
“When I said you could top me I didn’t mean it like this.”
