Oh, no.
He was headed straight for the guys. With his hand on his firearm, he slowly approached where they
all stood together now. “Hands in the air! Now!”
I ended the call, knowing he probably called it in already.
“Shit!” I heard Will growl. “Dammit!”
“Hands up! Now!” Baker bellowed again. “You little shits are done for the night! I’m taking you in!”
“Son of a bitch,” I breathed out, stuffing my phone in my sweatshirt.
Michael’s hands went up first, slowly followed by everyone else.
“This really ruins our night, Baker,” Will joked, and I heard the rest of the guys erupt in laughter.
“Down on the ground!” the officer shouted, ignoring their teasing. “Slowly.”
“My father’s going to have my head,” Kai grumbled.
My pulse raced, and I watched as they all lowered to the ground and a crowd of spectators gathering around the scene.
It wasn’t the first time the guys had gotten taken in. Baker would probably just keep them for the night so they didn’t do any more damage and then release them in the morning.
But then I shot my eyes back and forth, noticing several people take out their cell phones and begin recording.
“Take your masks off,” the officer ordered.
My jaw dropped open as I breathed hard. No.
Not with everyone fucking recording! Michael would be made, and he’d lose his spot on the team. Not that I cared.
Okay, yes. I fucking cared.
I shot my head around, twisting side to side and looking for something—anything—to do. Something to distract the cop.
And then I froze, seeing the store windows of FANE.
My heart in my throat, I didn’t stop to think.
Just do it.
Lunging for the rear of the car, I opened it and dug out a crow bar. Slamming the back door closed again, I pulled my hood down over my eyes and ran up to the display case, which showed off a glittering set of ruby earrings with a matching necklace and a ring, probably worth over a quarter of a million dollars.
Yeah, my family didn’t fuck around when it came to jewels. We were worth as much, if not more, than the Crists.
I raised my arm, wincing with fright at what I was about to do. “Shit,” I whimpered.
And I just swung.
The crowbar crashed through the glass, the lights and alarms immediately blazing, filling the town square with its onslaught of noise.
I was just about to run, knowing the cop would come after me in preference of them, but then I quickly realized that I’d be leaving the jewels unprotected.
Grabbing the shit out of the case, I held it tight in my fist, the stones cutting into my skin, and I bolted.
“Oh, fuck! Really?” I heard Will’s excited voice and then a huge, boisterous laugh.