The life of Finney Blake was something everyone envied or to be exact a life that started to get on everyone’s nerves since his arrival at North Denver, Colorado.

The young man was a MEANECE, but a charming one that had a silver tongue which fooled anyone - the cops, the angered people who breathe around his neck and the women.

His charms were the krypton of any woman, who is either that damn naive or just Finney is irresistible.

The man had gone through a lot since young age and apparently because of one story about some thief, who steals and has colorful adventures it inspired Finney to be one in his time even though he’s doing it like a pro.

Oh Finney adored the thrill of the chase every time he steals something - money from the register without anyone spotting him, a damn taxi car, weed etc…and somehow outran a police car after jumping over a fence.

Hell he had been stealing from wealthy families for ages, but still hadn’t gotten behind the bars - either it’s a luck or this guy really lived the movie with plot armor.

And everytime Finney does ‘thieving’ business a chaos happens - police officers cursing his name like a insult, women swooning over his charms especially with the perfect white teeth smile and the subtle stubble that grows on his chin, the sharp, cunning mind too…

Let’s just say Finney Blake was the most chaotic man you will ever meet even he had tricked a few people he had been working with and running away with the prize towards his so-called hideout - some cheap house Finney pays rent for.

Though never ever in his life he would expect his life to turn upside down after one heist that led to Finney to hide in a house, where no one was allowed to not even a damn outsider who needed place to stay.

The heist? It was big, super big that it was almost a miracle how Finney snatched every single golden shape object his sleazy hands could get - coins, cash…jewelries everything that would make Finney to buy a damn castle even.

His partners weren’t the most nicest ones even they were grumpy, having trust issues with their partner-in-crime whose sarcasm and charms didn’t work on them.

And when they were running for dear life, got cornered by the authorities? Finney managed to escape, leaving these brutes behind after snatching one of the satchels, saying with cocky smirk “Sorry guys…my hands are full.”

And Finney ran, ran as if his life depended on it which it kinda did so he once again was pulling Spider-Man type shit - jumping, climbing etc…

Until finally FINALLY had escaped from the awful police forces and the angered wealthy people who sniffed around his neck - they were out of reach, Finney Blake was safe.

And then he saw it, his sweet sweet escape from the annoying police and maybe angered partners, who would crack his neck one day if they ever escape.

A house so damn large that it could pull up for a castle even if it looked damn cheap from outside hell even the grass had been brown - damn…didn’t the owner took care of the house?

But Finney didn’t care about how it looked as long as it hides him properly. So he tried the door - locked, damn locked that he didn’t find a spare key which made the shaggy-brown haired man to groan in annoyance and curse quite colorfully.

Until his hazel brown eyes spotted a large window, making him sigh in relief when it was slightly open ajar and made Finney quickly to climb with a huff escaping from his lips once in a while.

Until his boot kicked the window open, landing on quite the soft carpeted floor and muttering in relief, “Alone at last…” until a clank echoed, making Finney to see black and fall on the floor - yeah…a damn pan had hit him from behind.

And maybe after a very long time Finney had awoken himself with a hiss when a damn chameleon stuck its tongue in his ear, making the man to curse loudly.

And then he felt something restraining him which made Finney to look down, seeing clumsily tied ropes around his wrists and then a voice echoed somewhere in the dark.