Lauren Jauregui Imagines

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(G!P Lauren)

I heard those oh so sweet sirens as I removed the tiara from the case.

It was beautiful and I needed it.

I was dressed in all black, a mask over my face as I shoved the tiara into my bag.

Might as well go big.

I shoved the diamond necklaces, earrings, bracelets, all into my bag.

"Where is she?!" I smirked, ducking under a table.

"Calm your tits, Dinah. She's gotta be here somewhere." I heard that familiar voice.

Officer Jauregui.

No one knew but she was part of my scheme.

She played stupid and always had me slip from her grip every time she almost caught me.

"Why did I have to be paired with you again? You always let her get away."

"I do not!" Lauren retorted.

I grabbed her ankle, seeing her jump slightly.

I was letting her know that I was here.

"Ugh god, I smell her perfume." I heard the other officer speak.

Of course, Lauren got me it for our anniversary, I wasn't going to not wear it for the occasion!

"I think she smells nice." Lauren spoke, looking around.

I quickly and quietly got past them, knowing I'd have to face the many cops that were outside.

I saw a ladder to the roof and was about to climb up when a voice filled my ears.

"I don't think so, baby." I heard my wife's voice.

"Go out the back." I furrowed my eyebrows, turning to the woman.

"Are you trying to get me shot? Let me do my goddamn job, Lauren." I was pushed against the wall, a hand gripping my waist.

"Listen to me, baby. Simpson is the only one back there. I know you can fight him off." Her lips brushed over mine.

A sigh left my lips. "Fine, but I better be getting something tonight." I spoke, pecking her lips before turning to go the other way.

I felt a slap come to my ass.

"Hmm, who knew a criminal outfit would look so good on you, baby." I rolled my eyes.

"Horn dog." I mumbled before sneaking passed Officer Hansen.

I got through to the back, seeing the short man with his gun drawn.

"Where do you think you're going, pretty lady?" He spoke, licking his lips as he looked me up and down.

"God, if only you weren't a criminal... I'd fuck you so hard...." I smirked.

"Yeah? Mmm, I'd like that Daddy." I teased, rubbing my hands over his shoulders.

His hands found my ass.

"God, look at you..."

I chuckled, "definitely not god who created me." I grabbed his gun, pointing it at him.

"Turn around." He did as told.

"Drop the walkie talkie." He did as told and I crushed in under the weight of my boot.

"Count to fifty." He began to count and with every number I got further and further away until I reached home.

Another successful run.