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Prologue

"We should've went for a less expensive looking car, Liam." I groaned, letting my nerves get to me. Rich people didn't wait two seconds before calling in a missing vehicle, and they damn sure didn't react nicely to thieves.

"It's cool, I switched out the licence plates and everything. Relax." He seemed calm enough, and I was trying to do the same, but I couldn't. I didn't have a good feeling about this at all.

"But, it's an updated car. The systems could easily be traced."

"Rylie, it's a little too late to take it back, so I'm gonna need you to stop being negative and let me think about where we're gonna store the damn thing." He snapped. I did as told and bit my tongue. He only got this defensive when he knew I was right. I sighed. We shouldn't have done this.

After a few miles, the car started to slow down. My heart quickened.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking at him press the gas but nothing happened.

"Fuck, the car is out of gas!" He screamed, beating the horn. Cop cars literally came out of nowhere, speeding in front of us and around us.

"Liam!" I screamed, really starting to panic now. We couldn't get arrested. I would have never seen the foster system again, not with juvie on my file.

He groaned and pulls his gun out and put it to my head. My eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat.

The cops rushed in and grabbed me, pulling me away from him.

WHAT IN THE HELL JUST HAPPENED.

I love you. He mouthed before they took me out of his sight.

"Are you alright, miss?" The cop asked. I couldn't talk. I watched him get pushed into another cop car and tears streamed down my face.

He made it look like he was holding me hostage so I wouldn't get in trouble.

He saved me.