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With that, I walk into the room and slam the door shut, not caring that the hinges shake from the force of it.
Barely able to keep myself up anymore, I slide down to the floor and finally let the tears fall. I sob quietly, letting out the anger and pain I feel. I will not give them the satisfaction of hearing me cry.
How could I have been so stupid? I'm a cop, and I should have known better than to trust these lowlife criminals. I let my guard down and got involved in all of that crazy stuff with them, when all this time, all they cared about was the information I had.
I feel so silly right now. My heart is broken because I am actually falling for them, for all of them, and there's a baby about to come into our lives. This was a mistake I'll pay so dearly for.
I begin to put the pieces together to see how I've been a big fool. The thing with Rueben and Jared at his workshop. I remember Rueben's words and they resound in my head.
He had asked Jared if he had known him to be someone who was a traitor, or someone who never got the job done. He had told him so solemnly that he was working on a plan, and that Jared should trust that he knew what he was doing.
Shit! They've been using me all this time.
They had fucked me and gained my trust, made me feel so free and comfortable with them. But it was all just so they could have the stash to themselves.
I think about the time I heard them talking about protecting me at all costs, but all of that was obviously staged. They knew what they were doing. Somehow, they must have known that I was eavesdropping, so they said the things that I wanted to hear them say.
Well played, boys.
All the stories about their pasts, the good sex, the care and affection they'd been showing me had been a part of their plan all along.
You've been used, Amelia.
Tanner's worry about my safety when we went to get those tacos was genuine, because I was their ticket to the location of the stash.
It all made sense now.
Look how causally they dismissed my news. No. They're not worth it. I've forgotten my role in this and have relied so much on people who obviously don't care about me.
I need to complete this on my own. I must remember that first and foremost, I am a cop.
They don’t deserve my tears.
I wipe my face dry with my shirt and clean my eyes. They’ll never get the stash from me. Now that they’ve confirmed my suspicion, there’s nothing for me to do here.
They are just as bad as the cops that betrayed me and the Flames of Hell gang that threatened to torture me until I told them what they needed to know.
At least they didn’t try to win your heart and sleep with you just to get the answer out of you.I laugh, a sound that soon morphs into tears.
Oh Dad, how could they betray you like this? Did they even care about you?
I mourn for my dad, who had been so trusting of people who only care about themselves and no one else. I mourn for myself. I had turned out to be just like my father after all.
Using the wall as support, I push myself up. There’s only one thing I can do, and that is to find the money and take it before any of them can figure out where it’s located.
They can all go to war for all I care.
I take one last look at the room that has been sheltering me for quite a while. I can't deny that there are lots of memories lurking within its four walls.
It was fun having all of them to myself, individually and collectively. Memories of our time together flash in my head one last time, and I sniffle and fight back my tears.
My kid will be better off without them. They would only corrupt that innocent soul and introduce him or her to this life of crime and death. No, my child deserves better. Way better.
I slip into a black jacket and flip the hood over my head as I head to the window. Opening it, I see the height. But I'm trained to overcome challenges like this.
I look outside and see the plumbing system. A pipe runs along the wall, all the way down. At the base, there's an elevatedstructure that looks like a covered dumpster. Whatever it is, it's a good landing platform for me.
With precise movement, I climb out the window, hopping onto the pipe. My weight pulls it out of the wall; clearly, it is not as strong as it looked.
