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”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
Olivia’s pov. When I walk in to Rebecca’s living room, the house is quiet, I am a bit tensed because over the phone she sounded like someone who had been crying her eyes out. “Rebecccaaa” I call out. Dumping the groceries she had asked me to buy on my way here. “mummm” she calls out “I am upstairs” her voice sounds hushed. Like she’s talking against a pillow or something. “You okay baby?” I ask as I make my way up the stairs. When I reach the top, the door is slightly ajar and there are pieces of tissue paper everywhere. The smell of lavender is thick, her comfort candle burning slowly on the night stand. Rebecca is red faced. Her eyes are swollen, nose blotchy, her cheeks wet and raw in places where she’s clearly rubbed too hard. She’s curled on the bed, knees to her chest, a pillow clutched in her arms like it’s the only thing keeping her whole. “Sweetheart,” I whisper, stepping in slowly. She doesn’t look at me, just stares at the foot of the bed. “He lied to me, Mum.”I s
Donald’s POVWhen I walked out of that pack, I wanted to turn around and tell Rebecca I was sorry, I wanted to tell her everything, I didn’t want to walk away, but I found myself doing the opposite of what my body was begging me to do. It’s all for the best, I started without her and I would end it without her. But now I am sitting in my car, parked near some abandoned lot, a few blocks from the pack trying to cub the pain in my chest, my beating heart and the deep doubt within me, was that the right decision? I lean against the head rest, close my eyes for a few minutes “I am sorry Rebecca”. I whisper into the empty car. I straighten almost immediately, turn on the ignition and drive out, it’s time to stop playing around, and I am done being nice.I can’t meet up with Delmont, i will pee in my pants after what just happened. I have a feeling he knows everything, but I have sent him a copy of the clause transferring everything to me. That was the final card I had, and I played i
Rebecca’s POV It’s tommorow already, I am so tensed I leave the house before six. I am putting on a hoody sweater and joggers, the hood over my head. The sky is a bright red, and outside is a bit chilly. Thankful for what I had on, but it doesn’t shield me from the tightness in my chest. The walk to the park feels longer than it normally is. I pass a young girl who waves at me beaming with smiles. A man walking a dog with a tired kind of movement, all the while trying to steady my mind, a million thoughts racing through. When I walk through the little gates of the park it doesn’t take long before I spot him, sittting on the bench like we agreed on, but he doesn’t see me. My stomach does a little flip. And my heart rate increases. Tousled hair, he looks like he hasn’t shaved in days, he’s scanning he’s surroundings, like he’s expecting to see someone, behind the bushes. I hate that even now, part of me wants him to smile. To make this feel normal. To make me feel wanted again. Tha
Delmont laughs so hard the glass in his hand shakes, spilling over little droplets of water on his desk. A deep guttural kind of laugh, ugly and heavy as it echoes through the private room. His shoulders are trembling because of the force or it, a long one. When it finally stops, A long sigh drags out of his chest like smoke. His lawyer is seated across from him, in a plaited steel grey suit, laughing too. Not as loud as him. Laying his fingers heavily on the folder on the desk containing something dangerous. He wipes the corner of his eye with a hand “those bastards” he laughs again. Almost choking “they really thought I would show up, they…” He is finding it difficult to control the chuckles “they set everything up carefully, a month of panning, I could have watched all year long” he says. He leans back on his chair, raising the amber colour glass to his lips. “They are broken, and all I had to do was not show” “Did they wait long?” The lawyer ask. “I don’t k
Rebeca’s pov. This isn’t the best time to go. But I can’t seat in this house any second longer, the silence is beginning to press in my chest and if I stay I might start crying over nothing all over again. I have called mum twice today. Cleaned, watched a movie and yet they do nothing to fill the emptiness I am feeling. Because something is missing. My headache hasn’t gone away and my stomach still feels off, but it doesn’t matter, I just need to see Donald. I know I will feel better when I do. There was something about his voice last night when he called. Just called out of the blue, he sounded tired. I miss him. I drive to his office. I take a longer route, because I am stalling, even if I would hate to admit it. I even stop by Mac Donald’s to get a doughnut, anything to take my mind off the dread that is forming in my tommy. I am scared about what he would tell me or what he won’t. I know he wouldn’t be at home now, he’s going to tell me what the hell is going on with hi