The night sky was up in the Bahamas as the crickets were chirping in the tall grass, not doing anything as the insects only focused on something else. If anyone were to walk by the Cameron vacation residence, they'd see at least two or three cops cars parked in front of the house, a truck parked with them from the people that had broken in.

The sound of Ward Cameron's voice made both John B and Y/n tense up as they had no idea what he'd do if he knew that they were alive and not dead. Them and the Pogues back in the Outer Banks could only guess that he would just try and get John B into jail like he had been doing before they even left the island, not wanting himself or his own son to be caught like the murderers they were.

As she watched one of the cops roughly grab ahold of John B's head and pulling it back, Y/n was frantically looking around for a way to get them out of there before Ward could see the boy's face. The sound of his voice telling the cop he was losing signal, Y/n was turning to the wall she had been peaking from, seeing a control panel just by the door.

Not even caring what it did, she opened it and pressed on some buttons before looking over the wall again just in time to see the sprinklers go off and the cops all cry out as they avoided the water getting into the eyes. Seeing one of the cops rush in her direction to turn the sprinklers off, the girl ran inside a small shed.

Through the small cracks of the shed, she could see the cop press the buttons on the control panel before the sprinklers turned off, all of the cops confused as to why the sprinklers went off as the police with the phone tried speaking to Ward. Looking to her right and gaze stopping on a can of bug spray, an idea suddenly pops into her mind as she grabs it, getting out of the shed and standing up straight before venturing out and revealing herself to the police.

"What is going on?" Y/n asks.

The cop immediately aims his gun at her, making her raise her hands. "Who are you?"

"I'm, uh, Val. I'm house-sitting for the Camerons." Y/n lies. "I just started a week ago."

"We caught this guy trying to break in." The cop tells her, seeming to believe her lie.

Y/n looks to her boyfriend, pretending to look confused. "Oh, I know him. He cleans boats for the neighbors."

"Which neighbors?" The cop questions.

"Like, the, um, the Stanleys. Down the street." Y/n replies, continuing to lie.

The cop raises a brow. "What's his name?"

"Uh, Vlad." Y/n stammers out.

Almost right after, she pressed the small button on the can and aimed it at the cop, spraying him right in the eyes. John B was quick to tackle one of the police to the ground as she sprayed the rest of them before dropping the can, the couple sprinting back in the direction of the car they had been in earlier.

Without a thought, she jumped into the bed of the truck while John B got into the driver's seat, beginning to drive off. However, one of the cops had been very fast as he was right behind the car, grabbing ahold of Y/n's feet. Roughly, she was kicking his hands off of her before her foot met his face, sending him right to the ground before John B was driving away from the house.

Minutes and minutes go by as Y/n catches her breath, seating herself up on the small seats that were on the bed of the truck. Feeling the strands of her hair stick to the sweat on her face, she reaches up and pulls it off, resting her elbows on her knees as she waited until they got far enough so John B could park.

Eventually, the brunette did just so as they stopped just near a restaurant, the Maybank girl hopping off the bed as John B found himself excitedly getting out of the driver's seat of the truck.

"I have never loved you more, Y/n Maybank. That was crazy. You straight up donkey-kicked that dude--" John B rambles.

"You lied to me." Y/n interrupts with a shove.

John B furrows his brows. "What are you talking about? We're fine."

"No, we're not fine! You lost the only money we had! You almost got us both caught, if not shot! How is that okay?" Y/n shouts.

"I am proactively admitting I screwed up and I'm willing--" John B tries.

"Proactively admitting doesn't do anything." Y/n blurts out, interrupting him again. "I can't lose you, John b!"

"Hey, you won't." John B assures, cupping her cheeks. "It won't happen again."

The pad of his thumbs caress her cheeks as he stares at her with reassuring eyes, softly resting his forehead against hers. Seeming to relax just a bit, the girl wraps her hands around his wrists as she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath in to calm herself. The soft kiss of John B's lips on her forehead made her body relax even more before she stepped away, his hands slowly falling from where they were cupping her cheeks.

"I'm calling the shots now. And to start, I'm driving." Y/n tells him.

Letting out a small 'okay' in reply, the brunette watches his girlfriend walk towards the truck he had parked, opening up the car door and getting into the driver's seat. John B couldn't help but smile a bit at her stubbornness as she started the car. Even if she didn't have her license and was fifteen years old, he and JJ may or may not have taught her how to drive when he first got the campervan.

For a couple minutes, they were driving and coming up with a plan, deciding to encounter the crew that Y/n had a very strong anger for at the moment. John B did as well, but he was a bit better at keeping his anger in control than Y/n was.

These were one of the times that made John B realize how alike the Maybank siblings were. Soon enough, the couple were hopping out of the truck and down to the docks where Terrance and the rest of the crew could be seen. Stepping onto the boat, the three snap their heads to the couple, seeing Y/n glaring right at them, especially Terrance.

"Look at what the cat done dragged in." Terrance speaks up.

Y/n clenches her jaw. "I have a proposition."

"If it involves giving you that rock back, that nugget, forget it." Terrance denies. "You're lucky I'm not on the phone with the cops right now."

"I'm not worried about that, because you saw what was in that safe, did you not?" Y/n asks.

Terrance nods. "Yeah, I did."

"And it was exactly what we told you it was gonna be. Right?" Y/n continues.

"Yeah, well, that thing's locked down tighter than a clamshell now." Cleo reminds, intervening.

"No shit." Y/n snaps back. "But the gold's not staying there. Ward Cameron's gonna come down and move it. He'll have to."

"So what are you proposing, a Brink's job?" Terrance questions.

Y/n rolls her eyes. "Think about it. You have a boat that can get us away. You know people and the island, and I can find out exactly when that gold is moving. And I'll give you two million."

"Let me get this straight. We take the risk of going to jail and getting shot for a fraction of what's in that safe." Terrance concludes.

"After you abandoned us? Stole my friend's boat? I don't owe you shit. But I'll give you ten." Y/n tells them, shrugging as John B looks at her.

"Ten million apiece." Cleo argues.

"I like that. Ten apiece." Terrance agrees.

"Apiece?" John B repeats in disbelief. "Okay. You know what? We're getting--"

"JB." Y/n interrupts.

The brunette looks down, glancing at his girlfriend as he rubs the back of his head while Y/n glances up with her eyes, not moving her head as her e/c eyes meet Cleo's brown ones. The girls stare at one another before the Maybank girl looks back at the man in front of her, seeming to be waiting if she'll agree.

"Ten million apiece." Y/n informs.

"Ten million dollars. We're just throwing money away." John B states, looking at the man. "You hear that?"

Terrance holds out his hand after sharing a glance with his crew, looking at Y/n. "You have yourself a deal, sweetheart."

With a blank, yet angered, expression very evident on her face, the girl uncrosses her arms as she shakes the man's hand, glaring right into his eyes as she did so before she dropped her hand, clenching her jaw.