Nika looked over to me. I was rubbing Lincoln's arm. She looked over to Michael, asking. - who is she?
- Emma - he said as he continued to work on the leg, - my girlfriend. - he said - see if you can find him some clean clothes, - Michael diverted back to the problem.
- I got to go back and get our car, - Michael said, standing up.
- forget the car. We can get another, - Lincoln said, in pain.
- I don't need a car. I need that car.
- why?
- because in that car is everything we need to disappear, - he said before leaving.
I was leaving with Lincoln. - Mind if I? - i said, looking at the vodka.
- go ahead. - Nika was making me a cup of tea when I sat at the small kitchen table, her eyes constantly flicking toward the front door as if willing Michael to return quicker than he'd left. Lincoln was stretched out on the couch, nursing his wounds.
- so, - Nika stated, her voice probing as she leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. - you're Michael's girlfriend?
- yeah i am - i said.
Nikka's lips pressed into a thin line as she set down her cup she'd been holding and walked closer, her eyes narrowing slightly.
- I know Michael well ... and this .. - she gestured between them, - doesn't seem like him.
- I'm not going to explain my relationship with Michael to you, - I stated, my voice sharp - the less you know the better.
- you're the mobster daughter, the murderer, - she said it so casually.
- uh huh, you scared? - i asked rhetorically.
- Michael's been through enough, he doesn't need someone else dragging him into more trouble, - Nika said.
I turned to her, finally facing her - You had a deal, and he kept his word. You better not mess with me, - Nika winced, clearly not expecting the bluntness, but she didn't flinch.
- he didn't tell me about you.
- he doesn't have to tell you anything. You're his green card wife. - I said sharply.
Nikka looked like she wanted to push more, but at that moment, Lincoln groaned from the other room, shifting in pain. The distraction gave me the perfect out, - I need to check on Lincoln. - as i knelt beside Lincoln. I could still feel Nikka's eyes on me, but i blocked it out, focusing on the man in front of me instead.
Michael came back eventually, and I climbed into the car with Lincoln. Michael walked up to Nika. - I'm sorry I had to involve you in this. I mean, any more than I already have, - Michael as he began to walk away.
- why her? - she asked. - she's a real criminal.
Michael stopped, turning to face ex her. - I'm not going to explain anything to you. - Michael said getting in the car.
- you two alright? - Michael asked.
- yeah - Lincoln said.
- i'm fine - i muttered from the back.
- we're heading west. Toward the money, toward LJ, - Michael explained. - Just got one more stop to make.
- for what? - i asked.
- you trust me? - Michael asked.
- of course,- me and Linc both said.
- ow do you throw the hunter off the scent? - Michael asked.
- get rid of the prey, - Lincoln stated.
After driving for a while, Michael parked on a bridge. We got out, walking to the railing.
Michael and Lincoln began to undo the bolts while I kept watching. Michael got out two bags of blood, placing them in front seat. Then he turned the radio on.
- remember, once I hit 'scan', we'll have about thirty seconds before it reaches 103.7, - Michael told them.
- then she blows, - i said.
- that's right. Ready?
- yeah. - Michael pressed scan and put the car in drive for it to fall off the bridge. We went running, however the music was not changing.
- what happened?
- I don't know. We're gonna need that explosion, - Michael stated, with hands on his hips. We heard sirens and I looked at Michael.
- the radio must've jammed, - Michael announced. - We're gonna have to set it off manually.
- the car could blow any second, man, - Lincoln stated.
- the Fed are gonna be here in about two minutes. If it doesn't look like we're dead, we will be. - Then Michael looked up to Lincoln but not me, - Rock, paper, scissors.
I pushed past them and began to walk.
- no, Emma, come back, - Michael snapped. - Emma! - he hissed.
- I owe you, - I walked down the hill to the car, leaning down into and then seeing the scan button. - how many stations are between 102.1 and 103.7? - i asked.
Michael pressed his lips together, worry filling his body. - Way out here? Just one, probably.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and then pressing the button before getting the hell out of there. The moment i got to Michael he looked at her. - Never do that again, - he barked before running.
- I owed you, - I whispered with a smirk.
After a short walk, Nika pulled up in a car. I rolled my eyes but kept my demeanour calm and steady.
- looks like I owe you another one, - Michael said.
- It's ok, - I said, handing him the keys.
- ok. Well, once we get to Mexico, I'll send you $10,000, like I promised, - Michael told her. My eyes widened. Ten thousand dollars to her? For a car? - Plus, another three for the car.
Nika looked up at Michael and asked, - You love her? A criminal?
Michael looked at me in car, who looked absolutely exhausted. - Emma? - he asked. She nodded. - With everything in me.
Nika gasped as I groaned since Bellick and Geary. - just what we need, - i muttered.
The car kept slamming into us, pushing us off the road slightly.
- can this thing go any faster? - Michael asked.
- what do you think? - Linc answered.
They continued to chase us, speeding across the road, pushing, chasing and crashing into. However, we eventually crashed into a tree. My head hit the back of the chair as i tried to get out. Michael came running back to check on, but I was already out of the car. Gunshots were heard as Bellick ran over to us.
- nobody move! - he yelled, running down the hill, shooting the gun in the air a few times. - Oh, good to see you again boy.
