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Y/N only wanted to get in, handle her business, and get the hell out. Instead, she got a bank robbery. Four armed men in ridiculous Halloween skull masks storm the bank, trapping everyone inside. While the other hostages panic, Y/N and her reckless rodeo friends are mostly annoyed about the uncomfortable floor. Because apparently surviving bulls, broken bones, and questionable life choices has made them completely unqualified to take anything seriously. Then there’s Colt Hale. Colt has been hopelessly, stupidly, completely in love with Y/N for longer than he’d ever admit. Unfortunately for him, Y/N is too busy arguing with bank employees, roasting the situation in her head, and eventually using Colt’s lap as a perfectly acceptable chair to notice. The robbery is real. The danger is real. Their survival instincts? Absolutely fucking nonexistent. Four masked robbers. Seven reckless idiots. One bank. And a slow-burn romance that might be the most chaotic thing happening inside.