Lincoln nodded, he had been thinking about Emma for a while now, especially since Michael had insisted she comes with them. His brother was a private man - always had been. - I need to ask you, what's going on with you two? You said girlfriend. - Lincoln mumble his tone casual but probing.
Michael's eyes flickered with something unreadable, his face remained impassive. - what do you mean?
Lincoln let out a low chuckle, - come on, man. You bring her along with us, that's nothing. Where do you see this going?
Michael kept his focus on the road, his
jaw tightening slightly. He was not the kind of person who opened up easily, but this was his brother. There was no denying that Emma meant something to him.
- it's complicated, - he muttered, - we've been through a lot together.
- I've seen you two. You don't do things halftway, especially not with people you care about. You wouldn't save her from her life if she didn't mean something.
Michael glanced behind him again, watching as Emma slept. There was something about her that had pulled him in from the beginning. He wanted to reach out and touch her. God, he wished he could hold her as she slept.
- She deserves more than what she's been through, - Michael said quietly. His voice was barelt audible - I don't want her to feel like she's alone.
Lincoln turned his head to look at his
brother, his brow furrowing as he tried to read between the lines. - You lover her.
Michael didn't respond right away, but his silence was enough of an answer. - With everything in me, - he admitted, his voice low but stead. - But it's not that simple. I don't know what to believe, what's been manipulated or twisted.
Lincoln considered that, nodding slowly. - Yeah, but you don't let just anyone in. Not in your life, not into your plans. That's how I know this is more than a fling.
After a beat, Lincoln leaned back in the
seat, getting a little more comfortable. His tone was more serious now. - What about the rumours? What Bellick said. The ones about her killing those men and the tactic? Are that true?
Michael's jaw clenched, and Lincoln cold tell he didn't want to talk about it. But Lincoln was his brother, and if they were all in this together, he needed to know the truth.
- She did do it, - Michael said after a long pause, his voice heavy. - I don't know what to believe anymore. She's a cold hearted killer who mocked these men. She told me she had no choice. Did she have joy doing it? I have no idea.
- you trust her, though? - Lincoln asked,
his voice softer now.
Michael's eyes flickered to her, watching Emma for a long moment before answering. - With my life. I love her with everything in me. I didn't expect her.
- How much did she get paid to kill those men? - Lincoln asked.
- still trying to figure that out. She told me she has a lot of money stored away. I will ask when we're ready, - Michael whispered.
- Will the truth change your view on her? - Lincoln asked.
- I don't know, - Michael said honesty. - I think the truth will hurt me.
Silence came between them and I opened my eyes. I heard the whole conversation. Michael trusted me but for how long until he learnt the truth of me? How i tortured and killed the other men...
- 'Chicago mob boss, John Abruzzi, was gunned down outside of a Washington D.C. motel last night, after investigators received a tip from an informant. The other escapees are still at large and considered dangerous...' The radio was changed by one of the men in the front.
- How did you sleep? - Michael asked, when he noticed i was awoken.
- In and out. Did you slept?
- a little, - Michael responded honestly.
- I didn't think first would be Abruzzi - Lincoln spoke up.
- I have a feeling we're in for lots of suprises, - Michael mumbled, looking out of the window.
- They said eight are still out there...so much for faking our deaths, - Lincoln stated in disbelief.
