Frayed Edges

Confessions

Ernie was dead. Ernie was dead and she had killed him. Murdered him in cold blood over a turf war that he had no business being a part of but it didn't matter. It was too late now.

She wondered if his wife knew. How would she tell her children that her dad wasn't coming home because a sadistic bitch and arrogant player had gotten greedy.

She knew what this meant. Ernie's death was a warning. A warning that Olivia knew who was involved in this mutiny and she didn't care who she killed to stop the resistance. Even if it meant Mia was next.

The dull light hanging overhead was the only thing that illuminated the dark room. Her fingernails dug deeper into her palm as she fought to stop the image of Ernie's lifeless body creeping into her mind. She couldn't think of him cold and alone, he had brought too much light into her life for that to happen. He had been a confidant, a father figure, her only real friend at the club. Loyal as an arrow to those he cared for and yet he still ended up the same place Mia felt she was heading. The morgue.

"Mia?" A sharp voice cut through her thoughts. Slowly she lifted her heavy head to face the speaker "We asked you who hired you at Lost?"

Even if she wanted to speak she doubted she could. The constant rhythmic pacing of Amy and Rosa was like a ticking clock counting down until the ultimate moment she was dreading. The moment she fell face to face with Olivia.

"Mia if you don't talk we can't help you" Amy's voice sounded kind but deep down Mia knew she was relishing in this moment. This was what she had always wanted proof that Mia really was too good to be true.

"Shouldn't I have a lawyer here or something?" She muttered not lifting her head to look at the two dark haired women in front of her.

"You're not under arrest" Rosa replied flatly.

"Sure feels like it" she spat unable to resist the anger that rippled in her throat "Is this even legal? Surely there's a rule against interrogating your ex husband's new girlfriend?" Mia asked with a raised brow. The two cops shared an uncertain look before taking a seat on the edge of the table.

"The evidence you give Mia could be crucial to getting Alex out of prison" Rosa began but her words only caused Mia to scoff.

"Weren't you the one that got him locked up?" She seethed, Amy recoiled slightly at her sudden accusation but as always Rosa remained stone faced.

"He confessed"

"And you didn't think to question why the facts didn't add up?" Her question quickly shut her up and Mia could almost see the flames of anger that flickered dangerously behind her eyes.

"Don't make me regret letting you go last night Mia" her tone was flat and left little room to argue. All she could do was rest her forehead on the cold metal table between them. The cooling surface helped ease the ache in her brain as the drugs slowly leached out of her system. She had no idea how long it had been since she had last slept. The raid at the club felt like a million years ago, so much had happened since then.

"Who hired you Mia?" Amy repeated once more.

"No. Comment."

"Stop fucking around Mia!" Rosa roared, she was done playing these games "Either answer our questions or the next time you see Alex he'll be coming to visit you behind bars"

"Better that than him visiting my grave"

The silence between the trio was deafeningly heavy. Slowly Amy tightened her ponytail before taking a steadying breath.

"Let's take a break, we'll be back soon" she whispered kindly but Mia remained silent. She went to leave but paused and came to rest a hand on her shoulder "Think about what we said Mia, we really want to help you"