- no need for anyone to get hurt boss, - Lincoln mumbled, turning around to face them.
- Boss? Oh, there's no need for formalities anymore there, Burrows. I'm no longer an employee of the State, thanks to you, - Bellick stated, getting closer to Lincoln.
- I think somebody wants that reward, - Michael spoke up, hands on his hips. I stood next to him, arms crossed over my chest as i looked at the gun Geary and Bellick had.
- It's not about reward money, friend. Your pal Manche told me all about your little treasure hunt for Westmoreland's stash, - Bellick said with a smirk. I let out a sigh and Bellick turned to her. - plan on getting that money and riding into the sunset? I thought you got paid millions to murder men.
- that's none of your business - I barked.
Bellick shook his head and yelled, - Get in the car. We're going to Utah! - His gun was cocked and pointed at them. Everyone began to walk to the car.
- Move it, convict! - Geary said, pushing Lincoln, who fell onto his hands and knees beside Geary's car.
I watched as Lincoln grabbed a piece
of glass and placed it by the wheel. Smart thinking... the tire will pop so they would have to stop for a spare.
- if you know about the money in Utah, why do you need us? - Michael asking, facing Bellick.
- In the excitement of the escape, Manche didn't hear everything Westmoreland said before the old bird kicked the bucket, but he heard enough. Utah and five million. You fill in the blanks. - Bellick suddenly grabbed me by my hair, grasping and pulling as i winced. Michael went straight for him telling, but Bellick pointed the gun at him. - Don't even think about getting cute, smart ass! Now you three are gonna take me right to where that money is or both these whores get dead real fast. - Bellick still had a hold on my hair.
Michael put his hands up, surrendering.
He got in the car, but as he went to pull me to sit on his lap, Bellick interfere. - The princess sits with me, - he stated, pulling me to him.
Everyone got in the car and i watched as Bellick pat to the place near him. I rolled my eyes and sat down beside him. We pulled over as Geary complained about needing to use the restroom. He walked into the trees as Bellick lined them up, once i was close to Michael he pulled me next to him.
- I never thought l'd say this, Scofield, but l thank God for the day you walked into Fox River - Bellick began.
- And out of it, - Geary added, they both chuckled.
I felt Michael's hand on my back, - It's gonna be ok, - he finally spoke. - Go into the car, act like you're mad at me, - he spoke through gritted teeth. I glanced up to him with narrowed eyes, seeing his pleading eyes.
I then spat lowly. - I can't fucking believe I trusted someone like you to get me into this mess. You promised me nothing would happen! What is this now? I'm a fucking idiot for believing your empty fucking promises, - i barked walking away from him.
- Well, that's pissed off girlfriend you got there, Scofield? - Bellick said as i crossed my arms around my chest.
Lincoln was standing by the door of the car, Nika beside Michael. Bellick smirked. - Didn't your mama tell you how to treat a lady? Or was she a whore like these ones? - Bellick mocked, a disgusting smirk across his face, he presed where he shouldn't.
The backdoor slammed and Lincoln went straight for Bellick. - Linc! - Michael yelled, trying to get his brother's attention.
Bellick held the gun up. - Got a problem there, Burrows?
- We only need one of you to take us to the money. Remember that, - Geary said, gun cocked.
Michael walked over, patting his chest.
- Let's go buddy, - he said to Lincoln. - Let's go.
Everyone got into the car, Michael pulled me onto of his lap, wrapping his hands around me. I rested my head onto his shoulder. Michael looked at me through his long lashes. - u ok? - he mumbled and i hummed. Michael took my hand, his thumb brushing over.
When i opened my eyes, i saw Nika looking at me with an unimpressed look. I tried to ignore it by closing my eyes and letting Michael massage my hand. Then they were on the road again. Moments later, we had to pull over.
- what kind of son of a bitch doesn't have a spare tire in his car? - Bellick spat.
Geary was kneeling down on the ground, looking at the wheel. - the kind that already used it.
- Oh, and you're just the sad sack that has to go back into town and get a new one, - Bellick said to Geary.
- what? That's like three miles.
- that's right. - Geary then walked away.
- Everyone out. - i got out and Michael followed behind me. Michael stayed close to me, grabbing onto my sweater and pulling me back to be closer to him. He held his suit jacket close to him as he leaned against the car.
