chasing angels ・❥・Brian O'Connor fic

thirty eight ・❥・ armed and angry

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Lolas pov...

"What the hell do we do?" Monica demanded, making my blood boil.

We barely made it back to the house before Carter did, barely made it in without being seen. The sun was up, it was already five am, and I was so fucking sleep deprived that I was on the edge of committing homicide just so I could catch a few hours of sleep.

I scoffed whilst rolling my eyes, why the hell was she asking me? "Aren't you a cop? Aren't you supposed to be the one with the plan?"

"Brian won't pull out, will he?"

With a scowl, I shook my head. "No, he won't, because he's as suicidally reckless as I am."

Brian wanted freedom, I could see it in his eyes, but he also wanted Carter gone- it was why he refused to pull out. Rome would stick with Brian no matter what which left them little options.

I knew I had to help Brian however I could, but I was also stuck in a game with Carter, a dangerous cat and mouse game that felt like it was only just getting started.

"What's your angle here?" I suddenly asked, suddenly curious.

"My angle?" She echoed, a frown on her face.

"You helped Carter torture a guy in the club."

Glaring at me, she shook her head. "I had to."

"You're also sleeping with him, does your job require you to do that too?" I asked with a sickeningly sweet smile on my lips. "Whose side are you on?"

"Brians." She snapped without hesitating. "I'm doing my job."

"You suck at your job."

We were at each other's throats, and I didn't have time for any of it. Brian was going on a suicide mission and I needed a way in. Monica wasn't my friend, she betrayed me- she was dead to me. She lied to me, spied on me, and she made my blood boil. But, as much as I didn't want to admit it, she was useful.

Shaking my head, I narrowed my eyes on her, a scowl on my face. "Let me make things very fucking clear. You fuck over Brian, I'll ruin your life, it's as simple as that. I'll hand your ass over to Carter on a golden platter."

"And you think he'll let you go?" Monica shot back. "Even after you deceived him?"

Innocently, I pouted. "Me? I didn't do anything wrong. You were filling my head with all kinds of ideas. I- I got confused. We were friends, why would a friend do that to me?"

Mon glared at me, and I knew that I had won. "Your a good manipulator-

"Correction. I'm an excellent manipulator."

Mon wouldn't win against me, not with what I had on her. As we glared at each other, her eyes started to soften with that realisation. She couldn't win against me, she had no choice but to help me. I didn't like being mean, being manipulative, but Brian's life was on the line, and like hell would I let someone put a bullet in him.

"Who do you think Carters gonna believe?" I poked, needing her to believe I was being deadly serious. "You who was running around with other men whilst you were supposedly in a relationship with him, or me? Who you befriended, used and manipulated." From the sudden scowl on her face, I knew I had driven my point home. "Exactly."

"I don't mix business and pleasure-"

"Yes you do," I interrupted. "You fucked the business for pleasure."