Lou had been acting reckless lately. The blonde had been messing up everything for the crew of eight. Her once sharp and calculated demeanor had given way to a careless attitude that was putting everyone at risk.

Rose had tried everything to understand why Lou was acting so recklessly, so carefree. Was the money getting to her head? Did she think they were invincible and couldn't get caught by the law? These questions gnawed at Rose's mind, keeping her up at night.

Rose was furious. The Irish-accented woman had exhausted every option to get through to Lou. It started out little, triggering alarms, breaking things on purpose.

But it had never gone this far.

The crew was in the middle of a heist. Rose had pleaded with Debbie to make Lou sit this one out, but of course, Debbie favored Lou. Lou knew she had Debbie wrapped around her finger, and she exploited it shamelessly.

“What the fuck, Lou! That’s just a fucking teen!”

Rose exclaimed in a harsh whisper. Lou had just assaulted one of the 'hostages' in the heist. The girl couldn't be older than 20. Rose's heart ached at the sight of the young woman.

Lou scoffed and continued grabbing items to steal, along with Constance and Debbie.

Rose, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. She put her bag aside and immediately went over to the younger woman.

“Darlin’, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Debbie started rushing Rose, causing the Irish woman to panic. Her mind raced, so she did what she felt was necessary.

She helped the girl up, holding onto her as she rushed out of the heist, heading towards the van.

“Don’t. Say. Anything. She’s coming with us… She’s injured because of LOU!” Rose's frustration was evident, her voice trembling with anger and fear.

She gently placed the girl in the back of the van, sitting her directly beside Rose so she could continue to check for more injuries.