- That way. Go on, - Bellick ordered.
Michael was behind me as we walked
to the shed. She could feel Bellick stare on her, Nika nearly tripped.
- Careful, - Michael said.
- Don't touch me, - she hissed.
- Just relax, - Michael responded.
- You know what? I really believed you. I
risked everything for you. I did everything you asked. I risked my life for you. For what?
For $10,000 | risked my life? And this entire time, you've had $5 million just waiting there? - Nika ranted and i just watched. - You're a bastard, Michael, - she spat, walking past us.
- Just shut the fuck up for fuck's sake - i barked at her. Nika turned around and looked at me.
- For all that aggravation, I hope you get
to hit that a few times, Scofield, - Bellick taunted, chuckling. - Both of them, but I bet the pretty convict was the best.
I turned around and was about to say something when Michael stated, - Don't. He's not worth it.
- We're gonna wait it out in that shack, - Bellick announced. - Just keep moving. Come on.
Lincoln opened the door to the abandoned shack, and everyone followed.
Nika went to talk to Bellick, but as soon as everyone was tied up, I began to wiggle slightly and Michael glanced over. - Stop stressing, it doesn't do any good.
Lincoln began to follow too, trying to figure out the ties. - Maybe you ought to start stressing if they're gonna put a bullet in our heads, - Lincoln hissed.
- They need us. They need us to get that
money, - Michael mumbled.
- I admire your optimism. She's rolling,
man. I can feel it. - I stayed quiet, next to Lincoln who was next to Michael. Both of them didn't like being apart, but what could they do.
I stayed still, closing my eyes and
taking a deep breath. Nika was the plan. She eventually came back, looking at Michael and then following her eyes over the group.
- If you guys need to use the can, hold it. If you need to tinkle, sweet peas, l'll watch you anytime, - Bellick hummed with a smirk. I rolled my eyes on his words and he continued. - Sit down. Hands behind your back. - Nika sat next to me.
Once Bellick was gone, Lincoln spoke up. - You took your time, - he said. The door was closed now.
- It takes time to gain a man's confidence, - she responded. - You're right, he'll bite on anything I say. You just tell me where we trap him and I'll tell him that's where the money is.
- Hey! - Nika yelled.
- What do you want? - Bellick groaned
as he opened the door.
- I need to use the bathroom, - she stated.
- Again? - Bellick sighed.
- I have a small bladder, - she stated, raising a brow.
- That ain't all you got, - he smirked. I rolled my eyes. He wouldn't stop with the misogynistic side comments. Nikka was cut loose and they left into the private room again.
Michael glanced over to me, seeing me close my eyes again and head rolled back. - Emma are you ok? - he asked.
- I just need this to be over, - i mumbled. - I need a good sleep as well.
- Soon, - Michael told me.
- Is she going to come through? - Lincoln asked.
- She'll get it done. Nika and I have come too far together, - Michael stated.
- When money's on the line you trust no
one, - Lincoln stated.
- Do you trust me? - I whispered looking over.
- You're a mafia princess, I don't know. But if
Michael trusts you, I guess I will too eventually, - he muttered. I smiled weakly at the nickname.
- Sometimes you have to, - I mumbled.
-Not if you want to survive, you don't, - Lincoln responded.
- You really don't trust anyone, do you? - Michael said with honesty.
- Can you blame me? After all that's happened.
- No, I mean before that. Before prison, - Michael mumbled.
Nika came back, being pushed with hands behind her back into the room. She was thrown on the floor, she moved to sit.
- My daddy always said, 'fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice and I'll put you in the ground' - Bellick warned. - Any more games and I stomp the hooker's and the girlfriend's air, understand? - Bellick barked, he went back to tying Nika up. I passed a knife to Lincoln. - Thanks for the dance, sweet pea, - Bellick hummed. He felt for his knife in his pocket once he turned around from the group, but it was not there. - You bitch.
Lincoln got up, taking the knife to Bellick's throat. - Fooled you, - Lincoln smirked, and I smiled wickedly. Lincoln tied up Bellick to the same pipe before cutting everyone loose. Michael came over and helped me up, grabbing me by the waist - It's ok, - he mumbled in my ear and I nodded.
Lincoln grabbed Bellick's gun, hiding it in his pants. Then they heard Geary.
- I carried it. The cons can change it, - Geary said, rolling the tire into the shed. He looked to his right, seeing Lincoln with the gun. - Oh, you really suck, Bellick, you know that?
Michael went to go tie up Geary, but Bellick looked at me then Michael. - You know, she is a complete manipulator, Scofield. She doesn't love you, never will. It's just a game for her. You should look at her file, the witness states, the words she would use. She's a little con, her father's favourite assassin - Bellick told Michael.
- Ignore him, - i whispered, grabbing his shoulder.
