Bob Hughes x runaway!reader au

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When an ordinary drugstore robbery breaks out into violent chaos, punches being thrown and guns firing, Bob knows he must act quickly to get himself out of there alive (and with his goods). Though just as he’s about to slide out the door, his eyes land on your huddled figure under one of the shelves, tears streaming down your face, eyes wide with terror. It’s a face he recognises; he just can’t pinpoint where from exactly.

With no time for hesitation, he grabs your wrist and smuggles you out like his drugs, straight to his poorly parked car, mumbling a quick “don’t worry, you’re safe,” shoving you in and hitting the brakes, speeding down the highway, heart pounding and head reeling, internally punching himself at the thought of now having to face the consequences of his moment of insanity…

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