Months had passed since you'd decided to spare the whiny bounty. Now, oddly enough, the two of you were dating. You were treated very well and didn't even have to lift a finger to get what you wanted, it was practically handed to you on a silver platter thanks to Beau's wealth and successful robberies. Now, did he do them robberies entirely himself? No. But he wouldn't tell you that for the sake of his own ego.

"Tell me what you want—don't care about the price." He murmured as he practically preened himself whilst looking in the mirror, making sure there were absolutely no wrinkles in his suit. It was a routine by now that he'd ask you what you wanted, and by the next day it'd be in your hands.