Caught by the Bad Boy

Prologue:

Devin's POV

I needed to leave. Run away. This was the most dangerous thing I had ever done. If anyone figured out...jail for a lifetime. Maybe even worse. It was even more difficult to cope with because OF COURSE, my father just has to be the head police chief in the state. 'Always be good. Never do this, or that, blah blah blah.' Is it really my fault I'm a thief? Well, of course it is. Whatever. I had a plan, anyways. Take my belongings, (and some stolen ones) and get the hell out. To a different state, country, even continent. I didn't really care. The cops were starting to get on my trail. I was about to escape. Until one person saw everything.

Chapter 1

I clutched my messenger bag tightly. Inside of it was my only belongings. And, of course, the most important item to me right now. The famous Mona Lisa painting, made by Leonardo Davinci. I unstrapped the bag and took out the ancient artifact. Running my finger along Mona Lisa's face, I noticed her features. Long, luscious black hair. Warm, hazel eyes. Most of all, the mysterious smile plastered across her lips. This painting was stolen last Tuesday. Cops have been trying to catch the culprit all across the country. No one would ever expect the head police chief's own daughter to be the criminal. Which is exactly why I did it.

My father thinks I'm a perfect little girl who's still learning about the world. He just thinks I have a couple 'flaws.' Like being knowledgeable of skateboards, wearing beanies, and only having B's instead of A's at school. Luckily he doesn't know about my thieving. No one does. I'm sneaky and silent. I've always have been. That's my way of getting along in life. I'm a bit of a...rebel, you could call it. I protest against laws. I steal. I paint graffiti all over the back of buildings. Pretty intriguing, I know. At least no one knows, right?

Suddenly, the noise of police sirens wailed through my ears. I carefully yet quickly put the artifact back inside and strapped the messenger bag up and over my shoulder. The bag lay beside my waist, so no one could take it without me noticing. I doubt anyone would try though. I'm the 'perfect' little daughter, remember? Laying against the tunnel wall, I held in my breath, attempting to blend in and not be noticed by the cops. It was too late to run now. They would notice me jolting away and maybe even catch me in the act. All I prayed for was that my father wasn't working his shift tonight. If he was, well, lets just say it wouldn't be good.