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WARNING: There is swearing (including the f-bomb) and some sexual references that are probably better for those over 16. I don't go into much detail with it but it's still obvious what happens.

This story is subject to change without notice as new drafts come out but I hope you guys enjoy the story! I love reading all kinds of comments so don't be afraid to tell me what you think!

This story is subject to change without notice as new drafts come out but I hope you guys enjoy the story! I love reading all kinds of comments so don't be afraid to tell me what you think!

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He's the kind of bad boy that might just get Aly killed. Guns, kidnapping, robbery, it all surrounds him. So why can't she stay away?

When Tyler first rejects her, Aly does her best to keep the dangerous bad boy out of her head. It was going well until fate intervened, and she suddenly finds herself caught in the middle of a robbery with none other than Tyler behind it all.

Now, she's the one in danger and she can't make herself leave even when she has the chance to. She starts to turn into a criminal herself as she tries to find out what motivates him, or who. It isn't long before they become a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde, teaming up to steal while trying to keep their lust at bay. It's the perfect plan, until the real danger catches up to them and threatens to destroy everything they have.


"Fight me. Right here, right now." He challenged. I looked at him incredulously, thinking of all the reasons I should say no. The main one being that I didn't want to touch him. "Prove that you'd actually be useful."

His words annoyed me enough to agree. If I had to pass his damn tests to be able to help, than I would. "Fine."

I held up my fists and started moving around him on the balls of my feet. We did the dance for a little while, neither of us making the first move.

I smiled at him tauntingly. "Afraid to hit a girl, Tyler?"

In response, Tyler's fist came straight for my face, which I narrowly dodged. "Guess not." I muttered as I tried a jab at his head, one that he blocked with his forearm. I don't know how long it went on, both of us attacking and dodging each other and not getting a single hit in. Eventually, I decided to change my tactics and tried for a kick instead. He blocked that and quickly retaliated, somehow shoving me backwards into the wall.

As my back hit the bricks, I felt the wind knocked out of my chest. I quickly brought my knee up to his crotch as he advanced on me, narrowly missing his junk but still hitting his thigh. It wasn't enough to stop him from coming closer, and soon, he was standing directly in front of me, his hands securing my wrists to the wall.

I could have struggled. I could have stomped on his toes or headbutted him, but I did none of those things. Instead, I gazed at him, entranced by the gold specks dancing in his eyes and the proximity of his panting mouth to my own. He had me trapped against the hard surface with his body only centimeters from mine, the demonstration of strength and power in his body enough to paralyze me. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as I watched him, waiting, praying that he'd make a move.

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