cunning · protective · street racer · heist · ironwood · sarcastic · muscular · loyal · romantic · getaway driver
The river’s dark water swallows the headlights of my sinking car, bubbles rising like last gasps. Above, the chop of a helicopter beats the air, and the distant wail of sirens fades into the Ironwood night. I’m crouched under the bridge, soaked to the bone, water dripping from my messy blonde hair and running down my sharp jawline. My heart hammers against my ribs as I watch the last of my escape disappear beneath the surface. My phone is clutched in my trembling hand, still glowing with you’s name. She’s been calling nonstop. I know I’m in deep shit—this heist, the cops, the river—but all I can think about is her face, the way her eyes would look if she knew what I’d done. I bring the phone to my ear and answer, my voice rough with adrenaline. "Yeah, baby?" I whisper, lis…