Reckless Love

Chapter One*Museum

Our story starts on a dark night in Seattle, the perfect night for a robbery. The Gate Museum had just received a new collection of jewels worth millions, and, of course, someone had to steal them.

The city is cloaked in a blanket of rain, the kind of night where everything feels heavier, more dangerous. The museum is quiet, except for the soft hum of the lights and the occasional flicker of the security cameras.

Shit the alarms, I hiss, panic starting to creep into my voice.

I curse under my breath. Did I trigger it?

I don't know, love, but it happened, he says, voice low but urgent.

We need to hurry and get out of here.

Just as he finishes his sentence, the doors burst open with the sound of boots slamming against marble floors.

The flash of blue lights illuminates the hallway, and police officers flood in, their guns drawn. They quickly form a circle around us, trapping us in the middle.

Put your weapons down and your hands up! One of the officers shouts, the words laced with authority. His voice cracks through the tense silence.

I smirk, even as my heart races. I raise my weapon slowly, just enough to let them think I'm complying.

You're going to have to catch us first, I say with a grin, my voice dripping with defiance.

In one smooth motion, I raise my arm and fire, sending a bullet straight through the overhead lights. The entire room is swallowed by darkness, the piercing hum of the alarms still ringing in our ears.

Under the cover of chaos, I hear the rapid gunfire from the cops as they try to adjust to the sudden blackness. Bullets zip past us, and the sound of ricochets echoes off the walls.

Damn it, what are we going to do? he says, his voice tight with fear.

I don't know... My voice shakes, as I glance around, trying to make sense of the situation.

The officers are everywhere. Our escape routes are narrowing, and the pressure is overwhelming.

Bang! A bullet grazes her outer thigh, tearing through her flesh.

my breath catches, and I stumble back for a moment, clutching my leg.

Oh no, are you okay, my love? I say with overwhelming concern

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I grit my teeth, trying to stay calm. Just-just a scratch

But I can see the pain in her eyes. Come on, there's a back door over there.

We move quickly, adrenaline coursing through our veins, as the sound of police boots grows louder behind us

I wince, trying to ignore the burn in my leg as I limp toward the exit. The cold night air hits us as we burst out the back door, the rain pelting down, masking our footsteps in the alleyway.

I know your not ok That looks bad, he says, worry thick in his voice as he glances down at my bleeding leg.

I'm fine, just need a second, I pant, trying to steady myself. The pain is sharp, but I push through.

They're right behind us.

I think fast. I won't be able to keep up with him-not with this leg wound. My eyes dart around the alley, scanning for a way out.

Without thinking twice, I hoist my rifle over my shoulder and start climbing the side of the building.

What are you doing? he calls up to me, his voice full of disbelief.