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To Love and Run

🇺🇸Myra_Sinclair
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Miel and Jasmine's love is as fierce as it is destructive. Bound by passion and driven by desperation, these two women find themselves on the run after pulling off a high-stakes heist. As they race through city streets and backroads with their stolen fortune, their love is tested by the dangers that pursue them and the demons within. Each twist in their journey reveals the raw intensity of a relationship that teeters between devotion and destruction. In a world where trust is a luxury they can't afford, Miel and Jasmine must decide if their love is worth the cost-or if it will ultimately lead to their downfall. --- **Copyright 2024 by Mya Skeete** **Author: Myra Sinclair** **All rights reserved.** This book is protected under copyright law. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. **Published on August 19, 2024.**
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

The alarm bells began to blare, slicing through the chaos with piercing urgency. Miel and Jasmine's breaths came in rapid, uneven bursts as they scrambled to shove the last of the money into their bag. The scene around them was a frenzy of movement, their hearts pounding in sync with the blaring sirens. With one final, frantic push, they tossed the bulging bag into the backseat of their car and slammed the door shut. Miel threw the keys into the ignition while Jasmine, eyes wide and frantic, glanced nervously over her shoulder. The car roared to life, tires screeching as they sped away, leaving behind a trail of chaos and uncertainty.

Miel gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as the stolen car sped down the deserted highway.

The night was thick with tension, the kind that settled in the pit of the stomach and refused to let go. Jasmine sat beside her, the duffel bag of cash at her feet, her gaze fixed on the rearview mirror, scanning for any signs of pursuit.

The world outside was a blur-dark trees, empty roads, the occasional flash of headlights in the distance. They had done it. They had pulled off the-impossible, but the exhilaration was quickly giving way to a gnawing sense of dread. They were on the run, crossing state lines, maybe even countries, with no clear destination in mind. All they had was each other and the toxic love that bound them, tighter than any chain.

The engine cut off with a sputter, and Miel let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The car, now hidden among the dense trees, was their temporary refuge, a momentary escape from the chaos they'd left behind. Jasmine opened her door, the cool night air rushing in as she stepped out, her boots crunching on the gravel. Miel followed, stretching her' legs, which were stiff from the hours of driving. "We need to lay low for a while," Jasmine said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying the turmoil inside. "Blend in."

Miel nodded, glancing around the small, sleepy town they'd stopped in. It was the kind of place where everyone knew each other, and outsiders were noticed. Yet it was also the last place anyone would expect to find two women run from the law. As they walked down the dimly lit street, passing quaint shops and closed cafes, Miel's attention was caught by a small pet store. The window display was simple: a few leashes, some colorful toys, and in the center, a tiny, fluffy dog that stared out at them with wide, innocent eyes.

Jasmine followed Miel's gaze and smiled for the first time in what felt like days. "You want to go in?" she asked.

Miel hesitated for a moment before nodding. The idea of a distraction, something to lighten the oppressive weight of their situation, was too tempting to pass up. They entered the store, the bell above the door jingling softly.

The shopkeeper, an older woman with kind eyes, greeted them warmly. "Looking for anything in particular?"

Miel pointed to the dog in the window. "What's his name?"

The woman's face lit up. "That's Maxwell. He's a sweetheart. Just came in yesterday. Would you like to hold him?"

Miel's heart softened as she reached out to take the small, fluffy bundle. Maxwell squirmed in her arms, nuzzling into her chest, and for a brief moment, the world outside disappeared. Jasmine reached over to scratch behind Maxwell's ears, and the pup responded with a happy wag of his tail.

"We'll take him," Miel said without hesitation.

As they left the store, Maxwell in tow, the reality of their situation began to settle back in. They were fugitives, criminals on the run, but now they had a small, innocent life depending on them. Maxwell was a symbol of the normalcy they had forfeited, a reminder of the life they could never have. But as they hurried back to the car, the sound of sirens in the distance, they knew that this little dog might just be the one thir that kept them tethered to their humanity as they pegan to settle pack in. They were fugitives, criminals on the run, but now they had a small, innocent life depending on them. Maxwell was a symbol of the normalcy they had forfeited, a reminder of the life they could never have. But as they hurried back to the car, the sound of sirens in the distance, they knew that this little dog might just be the one thing that kept them tethered to their humanity as they navigated the dangerous road ahead.

The road seemed endless as they drove deeper into the countryside, leaving the small town and its prying eyes far behind. Miel kept her focus on the road ahead, while Jasmine scrolled through her phone, searching for a place where they could disappear.

Maxwell lay curled up in the backseat, blissfully unaware of the danger surrounding them.

After hours of driving, they finally stumbled upon a secluded cabin tucked away in the woods, miles from the nearest town. The cabin was old, with peeling paint and a sagging porch, but it was perfect

—hidden, quiet, and forgotten by time. Miel parked the car out of sight, and they quickly unloaded what little they had brought with them. "This'll do," Jasmine said, surveying their temporary home.

"We won't draw any attention here."

They settled in quickly, making the cabin livable. The interior was sparse, with old furniture covered in dust, but it had everything they needed-running water,

electricity, and a roof over their heads. It was a place to breathe, to plan their next move.

The first night in the cabin was eerily silent, the kind of silence that magnified every creak and rustle outside. Maxwell seemed to sense the tension, staying close to Miel and Jasmine as they sat together, going over their plan.

"We can't keep all the money here," Miel said. her voice low. "It's too risky.

Jasmine nodded in agreement.

"There's an old barn a few miles from here. Abandoned, but still standing. We could stash most of it there, far enough away that it won't be tied to us if anyone comes looking."

They packed the duffel bags full of cash back into the car and drove out under the cover of darkness. The barn was exactly as Jasmine had described-derelict and forgotten, a relic of a bygone era. They buried the money beneath the floorboards, leaving only what they needed for day-to-day expenses.

Back at the cabin, they knew the next step was critical: changing their identities. Jasmine took charge, using a burner laptop to order new IDs, birth certificates, and passports Miel, always the practical one, dyed her hair a deep chestnut brown and cut it short, transforming her appearance.

Jasmine followed suit, bleaching her dark hair a bright platinum blonde. They burned their old clothes and disposed of anything that could tie them to their past lives.

As the days turned into weeks, they settled into a new routine, living under the radar. Mornings were spent walking with Maxwell along the wooded trails, afternoons working on the cabin, and evenings strategizing their next move. But always, there was the looming understanding that this peace was temporary. The law would catch up eventually, and they would have to leave again, just like they always did.

For now, though, they were safe.

Their new identities were in place, and the stash of money hidden away. The world had forgotten about Miel and Jasmine, just as they had intended. But even in their secluded hideaway, the tension never fully disappeared - the awareness that their toxic love, once their greatest strength, was now a time bomb ticking away, waiting to explode.