I glance in the rear view mirror, it’s not a coincidence, the car has been following me since I left the office.
I adjust the rear view mirror. Its headlights are dim and a good distance from me. I speed up slightly making a sharp left turn at the corner. The car follows my movement. My heart races. This isn’t random. I accelerate, driving the car faster. I decided to take the higher way. I glance at the rear view mirror again. Still behind me a few cars in its front. I take zig zag motions moving from land to lane. I hear horns. And notice an old lady flash me the finger, I don’t mind. I take the round about and head into a quiet neighborhood. I have Lost him. I move to the side of the road and park. This has something to do with the envelope. I might have to inform Mike. It’s evening. Still shaken from yesterday, I pull up to the front of a fancy looking house with a small gate I could see through its bars. I could see the front yard. The scenery is explicit, flowers of different variations planted at the little garden located to the right. This was no small woman. Seated in my car putting on a tuxedo. Hair trimmed, my cologne filling up the wind up car and beautiful things by benson Boone. Playing on the Bluetooth. “I am here” I text Rebecca. “Coming” she replies. In about five minutes, I hear the gate open and I see her walking toward me. I quickly get down from the car and waltz to the other side. Then I see her clearly. A red dress clings to her curves like it was made for her. A slit runs up one leg, exposing skin as she walked. Her hair is pinned with a small clutch. She has on red lipstick clutching a small gold bag with heels that suits her perfectly. She flashes me a smile as she reaches the door. Damn. “Well, are you going to open the door or are we going to stand here looking at each other all day” she says pointing to the door. I chuckle. “I wouldn’t mind?” I pull the door open and watch her get in. Then I walk to the drivers side. “You look…” “Breathtaking, I know” she says pushing a lock of hair from her face. She smells of strawberry and lavender. She turns to me. Her eyes scanning me. “Not bad, was starting to think all you owned was just suits” I laugh. “ is that your way of saying, I look exceedingly handsome?” “We will see” she crosses her leg. I shake my head smiling I start the car and drive into the streets. “So, where too?” Hands on her bag. “You will see” I grin. I glance at her again. The slit now open as she sits. “You are staring again” she says. “Can you blame me?” “Oh, please” I pull up to a quiet spot. Behind a restaurant. One of those roof tops people only find by accident. A man approaches and I hand over the keys to him. Rebecca steps out and looks around. “Well, this doesn’t look like a place for a common man” I smirk. “I never said I was one” I walk around to her side. “So what is this place” you will see. I offer her an arm. She takes it. We head into a small elevator that takes us all the way to the rooftop. The door opens slowly revealing lights, clicks click of plates and music. A table near the edge with a view of the skyline, has already been reserved for two. She looks around. “Okay, I like this” “I knew you would” I say as I pull her chair back. “You think I am predictable, Donald” she says it softly. “Matter of fact I think you are the opposite” I take my seat. The waiter approaches and drops off the menus, then leaves with a nod. “I expected you to take me to a club or something” she says her eyes scanning the menu. I place my hand on my chest and pout feigning hurt. “Is that what you think of me?” “I don’t know what to think of men this days” she closes the menu. The waiter returns and she orders a glass of wine, I order whisky. We talk for a while, music playing. “What’s your father like” I ask She glances at me through the raised glass. “It’s complicated, why do you ask” “Nothing, just curious” “How about you” “What do you want to know” I grin and lean in. “Well, where are you from? Family, business” “Woah, slow down” I chuckle. “There isn’t much, don’t have much family, I have a brother and I love money and power, nothing there” Interesting. Shes smiling. “Do you have family” I ask. “Yes, my parents are going through a divorce but I would rather not talk about that here” “Oh, sorry about that” I take a sip of whisky. I motion for the waiter to bring desert. We chit chat, eat and dance into the night. It’s half past midnight, I pull up at her curb and street is quiet and illuminated by the street lights. I turn off the headlights. “Well that was fun” I say turning to her. “You could say that again” her blue eyes gazing into mine. “We should do this again” should I kiss her? I don’t know. “Thank you, for today” she says softly. I place my hand on bare thigh where the slit of her dress is widely open. Her skin is soft beneath my touch. She doesn’t protest. I lean in and stop halfway. She closes in. Our lips brush, just enough to send electricity pulsing through my veins. Then she deepens the kiss. Her hand finds its way to my Jawline and for a minute everything goes away. The plan, the secret, the lies and the car following me. I take in her scent. My hands move to her breast. Then she pulls away. “Goodnight stranger” she says with a smile, opening the door. She walks towards her gate, her steps careful and calculated. She glances over her shoulder one last time and walks till I see only her silhouette then she disappears. Ahh, Rebecca. What am I getting myself into. The next morning, I wake up feeling refreshed. I reminisce about yesterday. It’s almost like I dreamt it. I take a shower and prepare eggs and bacon when my phone rings. I pick up. The other end is silent but I hear breathing. A knot forms in my chest. “Hello” I mutter. “We have your envelope”Rebecca POV The second time I open my eyes, I feel a lot better. The hospital is filled with beeping noises and that smell of disinfectant. My body feels sore. Mum is still seated. It’s like she didn’t move. “Becky” she says lightly. “How are you?” I sit up slowly. Cupping my head with my hand. “What…what happened” I ask. “Oh Becky” she says “you got run over by a car and hit your head hard” I sit for while trying to process the information. Then I remember. The noise from the car just before it hit me. “Mum… promise me you won’t tell Donald about….” I gesture to my stomach. “Why honey…?” She says. Rubbing my arms. Look of worry plastered on her face. “and why didn’t you tell me?” “Mum…” I sob “Sssh” you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want too. “Donald is far dangerous than I thought…he’s involved in terrible things and he used me mum” a tear rolls down my face. She brushes it away gently. “It’s okay, darling…don’t talk about it…” She pauses fiddling wi
Mikes POV I couldn’t be more happier about the news. Donald looks like he’s heart has been ripped into pieces. Though he’s trying to hide it. He will get over it. But for now, we have business to take care of. When I walk into the room. Bianca is by the doorway. Holding a mug and blowing into it. She’s wearing a white robe. She doesn’t look up when I walk in. “You don’t trust me do you?” She asks without looking up. “I don’t trust anyone B” I say tossing my car keys on the couch. She’s silent. She stirs the tea around with the spoon. I watch her. I can hear the metal clicking against the ceramic. “It’s funny because I don’t trust you too, but here I am” I say nothing. “You might not understand the weight of what I just did” she says finally. “An agent doesn’t turn on a mission. Not unless she’s ready to be buried by the people she worked for. But I did. I didn’t just cross a line, Mike, I burned the map.”She looks at me now, her fingers tightening around the mug and the
Rebecca’s POVWhen I run out, I don’t go straight home. I drive. Tears running down my face, struggling to see the road through my glassy eyes. Then I pull up at the office. It’s getting late and the weather is cold. I pack my car farther across the road, behind a tinted delivery van away from the staff entrance. I don’t want anyone to know I came around today. I wipe my tears with the back of my hand and wrap my coat around me. Inside,the building is silent. The type that only exists after hours, when most staff have gone home and the only signs of life are the noise of the severs still running. I nod at the janitor on the second floor. He gives me a long look but says nothing.My badge still works.I didn’t plan this.I swear I didn’t.But my body moves like it’s been waiting for this all along.I take the elevator up to the sixth floor. Where the real files are kept. Not the ones clients see. Not the ones we show in court.The confidential records department.Sealed, Secured
Donalds POVWhen I walk into mikes house. The house is quiet. He’s sitting on the arm of the chair. The air feels heavy and it smells of whiskey and something burnt.‘aunt he tried to cook again. Bianca is no where in site. He is deep in thought. “Mike!” I call out. He stands up immediately. “We need to talk” I say He takes a moment, glances at the hallway briefly. “Let’s go for a drive” He doesn’t speak until we are ten minutes out. Just the sound of gravel as we drive over the concrete. We pull off at an abandoned gas station, he kills the engine but leaves the music on and leaves the window slightly open. “I ended it,” I say after a moment.He doesn’t look surprised. Doesn’t ask who.“Rebecca,” I clarify. “It’s done.”Mike smirks. “Finally. I was starting to think you wanted to get buried wearing the Montclair name.”I let that jab slide. I’ve already buried enough.“She was never part of the plan,” I say quietly.“No,” he says, dryly. “But you started acting like she was
Rebecca’s pov. I did not tell anyone I was coming to meet father. And now that I am standing at the door before I push the door open, I am second guessing my decision. He’s voice over the phone shook me in ways I can’t explain. I could barely sleep at night. when I finally drift off to sleep, I wake up before my alarm goes off. I push the door open. It creaks lightly. I don’t bother checking the living room, I just walk straight up the stairs. Dread creeping under my skin. When I push the study door open, he isn’t there. The house is so quiet that even my footsteps seem to echoe into the hallway. I am scared to make a noise. I pass my old room. The door is wide open. It’s clean. I walk in and walk to the dresser. The room is empty apart from the furniture. I look into the mirror. I used to stand here every morning. Wondering when my bum would grow out and get Lincoln. My high school crush to notice me.I smile at the memory. But now that’s all it is, memories. I walk out.
Mikes POV The ware house, smells like rusted metal, the place is cold even though it’s summer. I walk in first and feel the tension before I even open my mouth. Half the crew is already here Aaron, Luca, Rafi, and Bones leaning against the wall like he’s still pissed I disappeared for two weeks without a word. Bianca trails behind me. Calm on the outside but I know her. No badge in site. Then they see her. “What the hell is this?” Rafi is the first to speak. “You brought a fed into our space?” “She’s on our side,” I say. Calmly. “She’s not here to take anyone in.” Our side?” Rafi repeats, flexing his muscles. “The fuck does that even mean?” “It means we don’t die in prison,” I say. “It means we finally stop living like hunted dogs.” Luca snorts. “So now you’re trusting the feds?” “I trust her,” I say, without hesitation. “And you should too. She’s the reason we’re not already in a cell.” “You gone soft, Miguel?” Bones asks, narrowing his eyes. “That what th