chapter 16

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"Yo yo!" Daniel walked up sitting next to the Izzy.

"Hey." She said looking over at him before looking back at the photo in her hands.

"Is that your brother?" He asked looking at the photo.

"Son."

"He looks a lot like you." Bow did look a lot like Izzy. Nothing like his father though.

"Thanks." She muttered slipping the picture into her pocket.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked looking over at her

"Sure." She spoke softly.

"What's going on with you and Scofield, cause he's staring at you right now and he asked me to see if you were mad at him." She looked over at the younger boy with a look of disbelief.

"You've got to be kidding me." She rolled her eyes.

"Tell him if he wants to know so bad he can ask himself." She said before getting up and walking off.

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Daniel was rapping as Izzy layed on the top bunk of her bed reading.

"How was that?" Daniel asked her before even getting a chance to respond he kept rapping.

"You still interested in getting in on PI?" She knew it was Micheal, she didn't turn around.

"Does my mama got big breastices?" Izzy look down at the boy giving him a look.

"Dude, that's weird." She kicked the boy in the head.

"I wouldn't know." Micheal said his eyes lingering on Izzy who didn't look at him when she turned around.

"Hell yes, she does. And hell yeah, I do." Izzy rolled her eyes at the younger boy.

"I need a favor. Word is you made you trade as a snatch-and-grab." Micheal said, Daniel smirked.

"That's right. Told you it'd get around." Daniel said hitting Izzy's leg.

"I need you to steal something back that was stolen from me." Micheal looked up at Izzy again.

"What kinda of something we talking about?"

"Just a watch."

"There ain't no such thing as just a watch. Every design as a different clasp. Every clasp has a different swipe." Daniel explained.

"It's Italian. A remedi. Gold band, pearl face, all weather."

"What year?"

"2003."

"There's a butterfly clasp on that bitch." Daniel said.

"Which means what?" Micheal asked0 his eyes dancing around the room, see the desk where she still had the rose.

"Hidden deployment. There ain't no way to snatch it without the mark feeling it. Which means i'm gonna have to get whimsical on this vicky. I get you this watch, that mean I get in on some of that PI?"

"It means i'll think about it. No promises." Micheal said looking up to where Izzy was.

"Why you need this watch so bad anyways?"

"Let's just say it means a lot to someone in my family. Let me talk to her really quick." Micheal said pushing Daniel out of the cell.

"Isa? You gonna talk to me?" Micheal asked jumping onto the top bunk of the bed. She stayed silent hoping he'd just leave.

"Isa, i'm sorry. Let me explain and it'll all make sense."

"Micheal, you have a wife. It makes sense loud and clear." She shook her head.

"Isa, I don't love her. I got her into the states. I needed her help for this plan she's the reason I got the key card to go in the room where they keep our stuff and get my watch and a tape recorder." Micheal explained to her.

"Ok." Izzy said shrugging her shoulders.

"Is that it, really?"

"Micheal, you have a wife." She sat up in her bed so she was facing him.

"I don't love her, she doesn't mean anything to me! I got her the green card to come to the US, she was being trafficed!" Izzy didn't know what to say or do.

"Micheal, you kind. I know that, you've got a good heart."

"But?"

"But, nothing. You helped her, she's safe now because of you. I think that's great, be with her. She beautiful." She remembered what her sister said earlier about the women.

"Izzy, you beautiful." He tried to touch her face but she backed up

"You and me, T-bag was right it's gonna jeopardize everything." She climbed down off the bed.

"T-bag's a lair, he doesn't know shit. Everyone had seen us together Isa! We work better together, your the smartest person i've ever met, you've came up with hafe of these plans." Micheal said following after her.

"Micheal-"

"You feel it to, I know you do. You feel what we have is special. Like lov-"

"Stop it! It's not there, we aren't. We can't." She whispered looking to the floor letting a tear fall from her eye.

"Y'know what I think? I think your scared, you feel unlove able. I feel the same way. We were abondoned as kids. And we found that childhood comfort in each other." She shook her head, not wanting to admit he was right. He put his hand on her face, she leaned into it.

"Your so pretty." He whispered.

"Your so pretty." She said back before leaning up to kiss him, her back hit the wall making her groan, letting his tounge slip into her mouth, he grabbed just below her butt.

"Jump" He breathed out, she jumped letting him catch her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

"We can't not in here." She pulled away out of breath. He kissed her neck once then her forehead.

"Whatever you want." He gave her a smile letting her legs fall to the floor.

"Come on." She said pulling his arm up climbing onto her bed, he followed after her. He let her lay in his arms this time running his hands through her hair.

"Do you think this is healthy or toxic?" Micheal muttered looking at the girl as she opened her eyes.

"I think it's healthy bec cause we're talking out our problems like as they're happening." She explained.

"Yeah." He mumbled as he watched the girls eyes flutter shut.

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