"Attempted murder?" I said in a hushed voice.
The word attempted wouldn't stop ringing throughout my mind. She was alive.
"Please, you have to let me see her. Where is she?" I begged one of the officers.
"Why? So you can finish the job?" The officer looked at me like I was crazy. Like I grew a 4th head. What was so wrong about the request. I just wanted to see the woman I was in love with.
"If I wasn't in front of my commanding officer, I would spit on you." hissed the officer in my direction.
"That's good to know." I smirked in his direction. That's good to know.
I was so engulfed with thoughts of Dylan that I didn't remember Linc, Sucre & Sara were right in front of me. The officers lifted me up as they un-cuffed Sucre & Linc. I needed them out of here. Including my son. I didn't want them getting hurt because of me.
"You guys have to go. Get out of here. Get out of Lithuania. Get out of my life. I'm not the safe place anymore." I yelled to them as the officers dragged me out.
The look that crossed all of their faces broke my heart. It made me feel useless but I knew that in the end, it would be worth it. They'd live great long lives with no one chasing after them and trying to get to me & I'd just go from country to country having a grand time with Dylan, if she forgave me.
As the officers dragged me to the cop car, I began to wonder about all that I've done and all the blood on my hands. My mind instantly flashed back to Fox River Penitentiary. I thought about Tweener & Westmorlin. I thought about all the people that were dead because of T•Bag. I thought about Sona. I was tired of people dying because of our escape but was it really on our hands? The blood. The government was the one who set my brother up. I did what had to be done & I'll keep doing just that.
I was jolted out of my thoughts as the driver hit an abrupt halt. There was a blockage. Two giant camouflage green trucks. I didn't like the feeling I was getting in my gut.
I slid down in my seat as I saw 4 men approaching with semi-automatics in hand. Before I could look up again, they fired gunshots to the driver and front passenger.
I thought of Sara & my son. I thought of Dylan and how I wished I could apologize to them.
As the men drew closer, I stepped out of the car with both of my hands cuffed and in the air. I pleaded for mercy as I dropped to my knees hoping they wouldn't kill me. At least till they heard what I had to say and get my message to whom it needed to get to.
"Please, stop." I yelled.
"You can kill me but please, just get a message across for me." I pleaded.
"A message to who?" The guard looked at me with concern with his head cocked to the side while his gun was pointed in my direction.
I looked around. I was in the middle of nowhere, Lithuania. The trees were bare and the air was cold. I had nothing on but a gray long sleeved v-neck tee showing my tattoos, black joggers & just some ordinary sneakers. Yes, I had the tattoos. Turns out, they never really came off and Dylan loved the artwork so I got it re-done.
"Dylan. A message to Dylan. Tell her I'm sorry. Tell her I love her & always will." I said snapping out of my thoughts. "Tell her I'll love her forever."
I thought of speaking in code but I realized that these men weren't here for games and it would render useless. The truth was all I was going to tell her.
"I don't think I could forgive you that easily Michael."
I raised my head up to see a pair of black boots, leather ones & heeled. My eyes kept roaming up. Legs. Beautifully sculpted in leather pants. Breast. Nice and perky, sitting in a long sleeved leather top with the zipper down just enough to expose just a bit of her nipple.
I felt my dick getting hard.
Great. I was about to die & my dick was worried about other things.
None the less, I was surprised & confused.
"Dyla. . . ."
Before I could finish, she pulled out her gun and shot both agents.
"Michael, we have to go." She said it with urgency & authority. I had never heard her speak like that. Something wasn't right.
"What is going on?" I demanded to know. "I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me."
"You know, you're really stubborn for a man who just got saved by the woman who he tried to kill." I could detect the hurt in her voice but back to authority in an instant.
"I'm sorry. I had to make it look real. I couldn't have faked it. They would have known. Dylan, I love you & would never do anything to intentionally hurt you."
She looked at me with anger in her eyes. Yet, that's not what scared me. It was the fear that I could also see. It was the fact that I realized that I had somewhat lost her trust.
"Dylan, I mean it. You're everything to me."