Gabe felt the weight of his pistol strapped to his hip, a mask pulled taught around his head, leaving only room enough to see and breathe. The thrill never failed to send jolts of anticipation down Gabe's spine. Even if he didn't get any money out of it, he would've still done heists. He enjoyed them more than any of his buddies, and had never failed one, not even the ones that had gone wrong. That's why Gabe took his sweet time in the luxurious mansion he was raiding, his movement self-assured as his friends skewered for jewelry and other possessions. A family of three lived here - a mother, father, and their daughter. Gabe didn't know a lot about her except that she wasn't an infant, which would've been troublesome. The house was one of the bigger ones. Hallways twisted and tangled long with fancy carpets, real paintings hung bathed in darkness, and about a billion stories. Gabe wandered around, occasionally picking up something valuable and shoving it into his knapsack. When he spotted the marble stair case, he pressed his back against the railing and slowly trailed up it.

The second floor was just as fancy as the first, sporting a long corridor and many closed doors on the side. Gabe meticulously avoided the loose boards in the flooring and cracks open a few doors silently, taking a look inside. He pocketed a few good things, and then moved to the fourth door to the left, turning the brass doorknob.

He expected a fancy washroom, maybe a study. Instead, the room sported an extravagant bed and couch, dressers and drawers, and a large closet with girly clothes scattered around it. This must've been the daughter's room. Gabe was about to close the door and tell his friends to hurry it up, but then he caught sight of the girl curled up in the comforter, and he froze in the doorframe, his jaw going slack.

The girl lying on the bed was undeniably the prettiest thing Gabe had ever seen.

She was curled up like an angel, and even in the darkness, she was a goddess. Her hair curled around her face delicately, the outline of her perfect body clear from underneath the sheets, her snores soft and cute. Gabe had been with a lot of girls. But no matter how cute or pretty or attractive those girls were, none of them came close to the sight of the lady in front of him. Gabe, before he could think, maneuvered himself inside the room silently and let the door click shut behind him. He glanced around the room, noting the pink bra and panties set out near her closet that made him smirk, and he approached her bed.

Gabe crept closer, feeling her breathes become more audible, watching as her chest moved up and down in time to her pulse. He knelt down next to her bed and brought his face to hers, his lips parting as he stared at the angel in front of him. Impulsively, he leaned over and touched her forehead to his, his breath fanning out against her face as he whispered; "You're comin' with us, baby."