The Criminal I Crave
Boss Alfred said once again, his voice piercing through my phone.
“Yes, sir, I will report to the station today,” my voice croaked, yet it sounded better than it did in my head a few seconds before I said the statement.
“Fuck!” I muttered. Was I really supposed to spit out the truth about Antonio and what I knew about him?
I just couldn't let such a great man leave…
I mean, he isn't great.
He is nothing but a criminal!
A man who had made many weep.
He did make me cry too, but the only difference was it was tears of sweet joy as the moan escaped my lips.