- Tell us where the money is, - Lincoln
said, pulling him out of the car.
- Now let's not dissolve into threats, all
right? - T-Bag held up his good hand in protest. - I'm gonna take the high road here and suggest a mutually beneficial arrangement. I have the information, you have the manual requirements necessary to unearth Westmoreland's buried booty. We're partners.
- Why's that? - i asked.
- Cause, as of this moment, I'm your map. - Then he proceeded to walk away.
- I'm gonna kill him, - i mumbled. - Michael, can I talk to you? - i asked.
Michael approached me, his eyes scanning my face. He stopped just a foot away, waiting for me to speak. - Why do we need this money so badly? Um ... Panama... the plan... it's starting to feel like a race, a competition between everyone who got out.
Michael's face remained stoic, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes — an understanding, maybe. - We need the money because it's our only shot at disappearing for good, - he explained, voice low but firm. - Without it, we can't get to Panama. We can't disappear.
I let out a long breath, - yes we can, but you don't want that. It's more than ten million - i said, rubbing my temple as if trying to ease the stress. - We could use my money and get out of here. Forget them.
Michael froze for a moment, his brow
furrowing as he stepped closer, his expression hardening. - ten million... is that...?
I shook my head - no, it's the amount of money my dad gave all of his children.
Michael took a step back, his features tightening. - You're telling me the money you have is from the man who turned you in? - His tone was harsh.
- it is, - i replied, not looking at him.
- Emma - Michael sighed, - I don't want your father's money.
I flinched, his words cut deep. - Michael, I we're running out of time, and options.
- I know, but Westmoreland's money is the plan, - he said firmly, his gaze hard. - We stick to that. We're not going down that road.
I'm not taking dirty money... not when we're trying to build a new life.
- okay, - i whispered, nodding.
Michael turned to look back at the others, his jaw tightening. Michael stood there for a second longer, watching her. He wanted to reassure her, to say it wasn't personal, that he understood why she had offered, but now wasn't the time. They had to stay focused, and Panama was the goal. No matter what.
Everyone got into the car, but Tweener was thrown into the trunk. I was back on Michael's lap as he didn't trust T-Bag.
I shifted uncomfortably in Michael's lap. T-Bag was muttering something in the backseat, his voice a low drawl that grated on her nerves, but Michael's arm stayed securely wrapped around my waist. I knew why he insisted me to sit with him. T-Bag was unpredictable.
Michael leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against my ear. - I'm sorry, - he whispered, his breath warm on my skin. - I just... can't accept it, - Michael continued, his voice barely a murmur, careful so Lincoln and T-Bag wouldn't hear. - I need to do this the right way. - i didn't answer him, not with words. I just hummed.
Michael's grip tightened on me slightly, his thumb brushing against my side in what felt like a silent apology.
Linc continued driving, the night growing darker, and the road ahead still long.
- You know, in Thailand they got a black market where you can get any kind of surgery you need, even a hand transplant, - T-Bag told.
- You're sick, you know that? - Lincoln pipped.
- Keep going, the turnoff's just up here
somewhere.
- Before or after Sheep Road? - Lincoln asked.
- What's the matter, Theodore, did you forget? - Michael mocked.
- How could I forget a road called Sheep? It's after, - he responded. - Don't you feel all warm inside now that we're working together? - T-Bag hummed.
- We aren't working together. You're just here to lend a hand, - Michael replied. His lips went behind her my and kissed it.
- Getting all cosy there, Pretty? With your little girlfriend?.. Now, wait, wait, slow down, - T-Bag rushed. - That was it, that little bitty road right there.
Lincoln put the car seeing the small road. He put the car into reverse, moving it backwards before turning right onto the small road. Once parked, Michael asked how far it was from there which T-Bag responded, - Quarter mile if I remember the scale properly.
- Start walking, - Michael said, opening the door. He removed his jacket, throwing it in the car before putting his hat on. Then they were off, walking to their destination.
- First thing I'm gonna do with the money is buy new shoes, - Lincoln said as the three of us climbed up the mountain.
- Second thing, tacos, - Michael chuckled.
- Third thing, ice-cold beer, - Lincoln added.
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Hey lovies, new ep.
I don't feel good, i mean at all, but i'm home so here's new episode.
