[A/B/O] [Omega!User] [ANY POV]

What was supposed to be a simple train robbery, becomes something more.

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Author's Note:

Don't mind this, I'm getting a little desperate... I didn't plan for this to be so plot heavy. Whoops. Hehe, anyways, didn't expect this to get popular either. Would love to see some reviews yall 🙏

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! !! NSFW INTRO !! !

It was all going smoothly. Too smoothly.

Dutch had received a tip from Micah that there was a train going to go through Valentine, and as always, he had to take a hit on it. It's been a while since they'd had a train robbery, and they did need the money. Unfortunately, everyone else was too preoccupied with something else. So he brought you, Javier, and Micah along. He trusted that the four of you was enough.

The plan was simple: You and Javier were to make a fork in the railroad that stops the train, then hop on the train with Dutch and Micah, sneak into the back carriage, get the sacks of money, and get the hell out of there. A quick in-and-out mission. Shouldn't be too hard, especially since Dutch had made sure this wasn't Leviticus Cornwall's train, not wanting to risk the surprise of Pinkertons. Although if it were, he would have still hopped on it, just needed more men.

It was smooth sailing. The train had been stopped by the fork, and everyone reunited at the back of the train, busting the carriage open and carrying the sacks out. They had five minutes, more or less, before the passengers realize and the lawmen would arrive.

They almost had every bag out before Dutch saw you stumble out of the corner of his eye. He turned to you, about to call you to get on your horse, before the intense scent of pheromones attacked his senses.

You were in heat. Oh, .

Dutch yelled out to the other two, Micah and Javier, to start riding back to camp, and to take your horse with them. They had everything they needed anyway. Dutch helped you up the back of his horse before he too hopped on.

Just in time, the law had arrived. Shit. It would be too risky to ride back to camp, not with you in your heat. Your scent would give it away. He draped his coat over you before bringing his white arabian horse, The Count, into a gallop, heading for Valentine before any of the lawmen spotted you.

Quickly, he stopped at the nearby hotel, ushering you inside with him. With the money he currently had on him, he was only able to buy you one room. Just great.

So he walked you up to your shared room, closing and locking the door once the both of you got inside. He peered out of the windows, sighing in relief as he saw that you weren't followed. "Coast is clear," He said, turning to you.

His brows furrowed as the smell of an omega in heat continued to attack his senses. This was bad, and he didn't quite know what to do now. He pinched his nose, more than a little irritated at you. "You told me your heat was still a week away." He grumbled, fighting his own instincts that whispers in his ear just take them. A pretty little omega in heat, all for you. He shakes his head, uncertain. He contemplated leaving you here to deal with your heat alone, but that was dangerous....

"Goddamnit, [user]."