Become my wife! It's an order

1. Thief Or Stealer/

CH:1

"Catch that creep!!!"

A loud shriek echoed around the dark alley.

"Thief thief !!! ! "

"Thief!!!"

"My purse!!! Someone Catch him."

A rich woman clad in white furry dress in her late 40s screamed,

followed by the crowd of peoples.

"He's running that way!! Catch 'em"

"Thief?!?"

"There's a bag snatcher..."

"Thief!!?"

"Look at there."

"He's there. In that corner."

"Fast! Please catch 'em"

"Argh!! Where did he go?!"

"He's not here. Look there.."

"Find him please! He snatched my purse."

I ignored the bunch of shouting, running crowd behind me.

Instead I focused on repeatedly changing my path to confuse them. After working here for long I was quiet familiar with these small narrow draining roads, the smelling houses.. And yes "s**t! My boots" the dog's poops everywhere.

These idiots are surely crazy, why try to find someone who wanted to escape in the first place.

They really have guts to follow me this far. Especially in a place like this.

I quickly straightened myself against the corner of the dark wall and carefully lifted up the stick lying in front of me. "Where are they?!! Hmm" And threw the stick in another direction.

*Thud* (sound of falling stick)

"He went there."

Someone screamed again.

After few more seconds and everything went dead silent.

Finally, I got rid of them.

Kneeling forward, with my gloved hands resting on my knees, I tried to catch my fast breaths. It was a tough chase. I should have charged extra cash for doing this shitty work. Arh!!!

This is my daily work. It pays more than any regular 8 to 9 job, less hassel, and your independent until ur caught by police or any enemy and shot straight in head with bullet.

And it is getting more tiring than fun.

Gotta find some bigger deal to earn double money.

"He's there!! Look"

Someone screamed again.

"Ugh!" I groaned annyoed.

These idiots. Give up already, will you?

Seeing no other choice, I dashed off from my current place and towards the another safe corner.

After running for few more minutes. And they were still behind me.

My hands formed in a tight fist around the strap of the pink shiny purse I snatched from the old rich lady. Now I'm forced to take a different route.

A route which stinks more.

The narrow and unmaintained corners of the alleys but it was always the safest option to hide, sadly.

The smell of open gutters surrounding every inch of my body, always gave me chills of discomfort..and thrill of passion. Meh! And the added bonus was the group of unhygienic flies or mosquitoes dancing tango on my head.

After running for more than what felt like 15 minutes, the screaming and running sounds of footsteps started fading away behind the background.

I finally stopped.

My legs hurting like a peeled wood.

Sweat trickled down my wet throat and I quickly removed the black thick hoodie from my head.

A small trickle of sweat touched my lashes coming straight from my flat sweaty hairs.

My nose twitched taking my own odour seriously. I definably stink.

Fresh breath.

Just The thought made my skin jumping out of my body. I tried to inhale the fresh air in my nostrils but--

That wasn't even possible.

Eww

Argh!

Instantly I covered my nose with my left hand.

How can I forget, I'm still in this creepy stinky dark alley. But creepy is my middle name. Isn't it?

Ofcourse not kidding.

Smiling at my own silly joke like a creep, I clutched the snatched purse tightly with my both hands.

My mind flashed with a picture of little shop famous for buying stolen products in half price. And who runs that shop? Bingo! My best friend Jenna.

I checked the purse upside down.

'woah! Is that the limit edition Jenna was talking about?' I could sell it off easily.

That fancy witch, was rich. Good for me and my busin---

"Umm.. whoareyiummkleave!!"

"Who..!!..uhhmmm..."

A big hand was pressed on my mouth from behind shutting off my voice supply.

My nostrils flared in anger.

Wrong move!

I elbowed the stranger straight back to his face and freed myself and without wasting anymore time pulled up my leg and bam.

The stranger fell above the ground holding his jewels screaming in pain.

"Don't try to do that again you bastard" I rolled my eyes intentionally stepping on his feet "oops sorry"

"Argh!!"

His sharp red eyes snapped up with life threatening anger as he cursed loudly in pain.

"b***h!!!"

"Whatever." I replied quite bored and removed my gloves , cracking my aching knuckles.

While he stood up stumbling on his toes.

"You are going to pay for this w*." Like a mad bull he tried pouncing on me.

Oops! Not in this lifetime.

Luckily, I stepped away in time.

His eyes bored darkly into mine as he stepped forward again. This time slowly.

Cautiously, I took my step backwards still tightening my grip on the expensive purse.

My eyes traveled from him and then behind me. A slow playful smile involuntary formed into the corner of my lips.

"Naa. News flash! You are going to pay for this bastard."

I held the purse hanging on my hand just above the smelling broken pipe of gutter.

My love for this type of creepy place, and the respect doubled as I watched his face paled instantly.

Now I'm curious. What's so important inside this purse?

He took a hesitated step forward.

"One step forward and I will make sure to feed this to the gutter for you. Free of cost. Choose bad man"

His eyes widened with surprise.

"No- no!! Don't you dare." he tried to warn me but failed miserably.

"My Money!!?"

I demanded in my business like tone still hanging the purse in the same position. Business is business.

"Just hang there."

He warned me before moving his hands inside his pocket not removing his eyes from the beautiful purse still dangling in my hand dangerously.

I eyed his every move carefully, don't want to be tricked or get killed here, I'm still unmarried for a matter of fact. Not like I ever want to. But still.

His hands moved out of his pant pocket, holding a large fat sum of notes. I felt relief wash over my tense posture.

"Give it to me."

"No. First hand me the purse."

"Fair enough. But, I'm not a fair thief."

I dangled the purse again above the gutter to threaten him.

"Want this or not bad man?"

"NO!! Stop! Stop! Take this." he quickly threw the bundle of notes in my direction. With quick movement I caught it in between my fingers.

After putting money in my back pocket of my ripped black jeans,

I unzipped the purse and removed everything from the purse making it fall on ground in between us.

"WTF! "

"What the hell have you done b*?"

"Nothing. Rotten moustache- - just taking this expensive purse as my prize of running the marathon chased by thousands of mad peoples after my life. You are lucky I am still willing to return you the contents inside this purse after you pulled stunt to try to kill me "

I gave my tipped lip smile to the fuming man in front of me.

"You- "

he moved towards me with his dangerously creepy face and oh moustache- eww!

I took out my long butcher knife from my waistband ,it sparkled when street lights flickered on it. The aura of killing.

He halted. A look of fear crossed his face and the small pocket knife fell from his hands to ground.

"Just one wrong move and you are dead douchebag! Or you prefer g*n instead?" I glared at him "I'm going now. Take whatever you are supposed to gain from that rich women's purse. I don't care. But this purse is mine."

Without saying more ,and holding the purse and knife as tightly in my hands I started running from there.

Finally its over!

I licked my dry lips. After so much work, I felt thirsty. My throat dry and burning.

I need something to drink!

something strong

and powerful.

Removing the suffocating black mask I was still wearing, I took a deep intake of fresh air.

Another successful deal is done and sealed with the weight of money currently crushing inside my pocket.

~°~°

"Home sweet home!!"

"What a nice and refreshing feeling! "

I inhaled as much as fresh breath I can take in my fashionable lungs.

Pressing the button of the elevator, I lean on its wall waiting patiently to reach my apartment floor.

"Excuse me Miss!! Please stop tapping your feet loudly on the floor. It's making noise." The man standing beside me asked irritated.

Ah!! Then silent fist tapping. Ok. No problem.

"Sure sure!!"

I smiled and started tapping the wall of the elevator with my fist furiously and loud.

The man glared at me. Shooting daggers through his eyes.

And what I did, I also glared at him with the same pace.

Finally, the sound of elevator opening made me broke the fun game of glaring. Poor me. I lost.

"We will play glaring game some other time. Bye sir."

I bid my goodbye to the still glaring mid aged man. I wanted to play more though.

I bent down to took out my keys from the big pot in front of my rented apartment.

My eyes adverted to the name plate I always carry before moving place to place or whenever I moved out to my new rented places.

But this place is special-

How?

well I'm staying here for almost six months. Quite a long time in my history book.

Cheryl Brenda Tyler

My badass name.

And yes I'm a carefree, funnily sexy 24 years old girl.

I'm currently working in a private company near my apartment for six months.

And to the question, Why I am a thief?, or in modern days you can call me a gangster dealing with dangerous peoples. I'm also good in stealing so thief. This is quite a long story for me to tell. And believe me boring as hell.

I unlocked and entered my apartment feeling tired.

My apartment is simple believe me but full of things I collect, not steal. I'll be caught if I started bringing stealing stuffs here.

I want something strong and powerful to drink.

I reminded myself and striped off from my hoodie & left on the floor. Removing the band from my long hair, I shook my head and my black hair fell freely behind my shoulder.

I opened the refrigerator and took out the bottle of milk to drink. Something powerful and strong. Bliss.

Yes. You heard right milk.

I don't drink except some important occasions.

Because after drinking people become smart to loser, stable to stripper and imagine gutter as fresh pond full with water and tried to do their swimming practice in them.

Riñnngg!! Ringgg

My sweet little phone rang inside my pocket. I quickly pulled it out and swiped the green option.

"Hello?"

"Am I talking to Brenda?"

"Yup dude. What's up? "

"We will tell you soon sweetheart. Meet us at the dark alley in north at 8, there we will fetch you to spare the details. And today's fight is cancelled. "

"I see. I will be there. Don't expect me to be in time. Yeah!"

"I know."

The line went dead.

New deal.

A smile formed on my lips.

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© Copyright 2018 Sapna Sarkar

STARTED: (21/8/2018)

COMPLETED: (3Jan 2020

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