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By KrazyK85
Summary:
While trying to steal his car, runaway, Bella, meets Edward. A man with his own vices and rap sheet. Taking her under his wing, teaching her the way to truly boost cars, they embark on a journey of crime fitting of Bonnie and Clyde. ExB, Lemons, Violence, Guns, and Fun. HEA. BPOV.
GossipLips' Review:
This fic hooked me with the first chapter and once I started reading I couldn't stop. I needed more. Thank GOD KrazyK has 35 chapters already posted! I asked and she said she tries to update every Friday so *fingers crossed*
Bella is a runaway trying to get away from an unloving household, and with only a few hundred dollars to keep her afloat, she turns to the life of crime. Her first foray into the crime-world proves that she may not be cut out for it, considering she gets caught by the car owner, Edward.
Read the tease and I'll guarantee you'll want to read more!
(Tease)
BPOV
No such luck.
The lock wasn't budging. It was pointless. I wasn't a car thief. I was a runaway who was way in over her head.
I needed money. I needed a place to sleep. I needed food. I needed a lot, come to think of it.
What's sad was that not too long ago those needs of mine were often met. They weren't even a thought. They were just there because I had a home once.
Not anymore.
I couldn't go back. Renee didn't care about me. All she wanted was Phil—her sack of shit husband who wanted to fondle his stepdaughter.
No such luck.
"Shit," I cursed as my hand slipped and the metal wire went jamming into my palm.
I glanced around in a panic, assuming that I'd been caught. Wouldn't that be perfect? Two minutes into the car-jacking business and I get pinched.
The streets were quiet, and no one was around. The coast was clear for now.
Refocusing my attention at the task at hand, I jimmied that damn hanger deeper into the slit, forcefully and desperately trying to get this damn car unlocked.
Then there was a click. It was faint, but I heard it. I held my breath and eased my hand down, slowly lifting the door handle up.
It opened. I was in.
"Fuck yeah," I said, slipping into the driver's seat, searching for the keys.
Again, movies lied.
Accepting the fact that I was going to have to do this the hard way, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my screwdriver.
I wedged it in the crack of the steering wheel and pried the plastic away, exposing the wires.
My brows furrowed as I tried to remember how to proceed from here.
Damn, why did I tell Jake I could do this?
It was such an obvious lie. You could just look at me and know for a fact that I was full of shit. I had spunk, though. I guess that was important. I didn't take shit from anyone, and I was willing to fight.
Huffing and puffing, I fingered the blue and red wires, trying to figure what the hell to do with them, and plot my next move if this shit went south. That was when I heard the click—no, not a click, a cocking. It was a cocking of a gun, and it was two inches from my left ear.
I froze.
Yup, this was it. This was how I was going to die.
"Who in the fuck are you? Why in the fuck are you stealing my car?"
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-Anna
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