Lincoln grabbed him by the hand which earned a winched and a groan from T-Bag.
- I recently had some work done, - T-Bag explained. Lincoln pushed him against the car again, anger radiating off of him. - Where's the map? - he barked. - Where's the damn map?
- I don't have it, - T-Bag said slowly.
- Then who does? - i asked, coming closer to him. Lincoln then searched his body.
- I don't have it - he repeated.
- You were there. We saw you, - Michael muttered, eyes unimpressed as he glared at T-Bag.
- It was gone when I got there.
- Liar. A fucking liar - I barked.
- It's the kid. He has it, - T-Bag said. - I saw him this morning and I needed some help. We made a deal, all right?
- I don't believe that - i uttered.
- He said that he would dig. I told him where we could get a map, - T-Bag mumbled.
Lincoln grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. - What kid? What kid?
- Tweener, - i mumbled, looking over to Michael. - David Apolkis.
Lincoln shoved T-Bag into the back of the vehicle. - Sit with me, - Michael said, grabbing my arm, whispering in my ear. - I don't trust him. Michael got in the car, and pulled me on his lap. His hands rested on my thigh and he whispered in my ear - Love you, ok?
- i nodded, whispering - me too.
We got to a road that was in the middle of nowhere. T-Bag got out of the car.
- What's going on, friends? - he asked.
- Where did you say Tweener was headed? - Lincoln asked.
- Up on the main drag. He's supposed to find a shovel.
The door slammed, Michael was leaning against the car, standing next to me. He handed the car keys to Lincoln as he walked by. Lincoln opened the back of the boot, looking at T-Bag with a very serious expression.
- In. - he stated, voice unwavering.
- No ... no, no, no. - He shook his head quickly.
Lincoln whipped out a gun, pointing it to T-Bag. - In! - Michael kept banging the lid of the trunk.
- You're coming back, right? You're coming back?
- Yep. - Lincoln muttered, locking the trunk.
- He's gonna overheat, and then we are gonna have rotting, T-Bag flesh in the back of our car - i muttered.
Michael chuckled.- I'm serious, - i stated.
There was one garden store in town and they ended up in it. "Woods Garden Centre," proud and titled as we walked up to the place that would sell shovels.
- I'm going to go in, - Michael said to Lincoln and me. - If I'm not back soon, come get me. - I nodded.
Michael went in, but there was commotion heard from outside. Lincoln went straight, in guns blazing. Michael was on the floor and Lincoln kicked the owner off of Michael. His gun was cocked and read as he pointed to the owner.
- Where's the kid? - I barked, standing next Lincoln.
- Where's the kid? - Lincoln repeated, voice
deep, his gun came closer.
Michael got back up and walked away. - He's back here.
- Get up, - Lincoln told the owner.
- Come on, tough guy, let's go. - we walked to the back to see Tweener all tied up. I leaned down, helping him.
- What are you doing here? - he asked. Lincoln tied the owner up.
- We had to come for you, buddy, - Michael said, grabbing the phone and yanking it off the wall.
- How did you know? - Tweener asked.
- T-Bag, - i stated sighing.
Lincoln pushed Tweener. - Hand over
the map.
- What? - Tweener said pushed against
the wall.
- The map. Hand it over, - Lincoln threated, pushing him against the wall.
Tweener let out a mocking chuckle.
- He told you, I had it? - Tweener scoffed.
- He doesn't have it - I muttered.
- Fuck, - Michael barked, slamming his
fist against the wall.
As we walked back, Michael mumbled how this will be sorted out. He went over to the trunk of the car, unlocking it and opening it. There, T-Bag was but on top of him was page 1213 on his chest.
- Tell me that's not what I know it is, - Michael hummed.
- It is, - T-Bag agreed. - But don't worry, before I destroyed it, I committed it to my photographic memory.
- Coming from a compulsive liar, I find
that a little hard to believe, - Michael mumbled, hands on his hip as he glanced away.
- I'd have tattooed it to my body but I didn't have the time, - T-Bag mocked, eating the last piece of paper before spitting on the ground.
Michael took his hat off as he glanced back at me. I rolled her eyes as i stood next to Linc.
- Whenever you strip-search a lifer, you should always check his coin purse, - T-Bag smirked.
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Hey my loves. How are you?
Do you like the story so far? I'm here to remind that i'll stop writing this story, as soon as i reach season two. I won't write the sona prison and others, it will end differently here.
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