Anything You Say

3

 The second that question came out of his mouth, I felt sweat run down my spine, my mouth felt dry, a knot formed in my throat and I started breathing faster. My heart was beating wildly against my ribcage and I could not bring myself to look to him, casting my eyes back to my hands again in fear he could see through the lies I was about to tell him.

Swallowing down the knot that formed in my throat when that question, I tried my best o answer without seeming frightened or scared, tried my best to hide the fear rushing through my veins.

"No, I know nothing about that" I say, trying to talk with a steady voice and avoiding eye contact.

I hear the door close again and breathe out, deeply, trying to shake the nervousness out of me. This is finally over, I can go and be arrested now and I'll be safe now.

"I know you're lying" comes a voice from behind me, making me jump in my chair.

"Holy shit" I let out, quickly pulling a hand to my heart, trying to calm myself. "I thought you left, detective" I say in a small voice, still trying to mask the fear and anxiousness that I was feeling inside.

"Well, I know that you lied to me, and you know that too. So, will you be honest with me this one time and answer my questions?" he ask, as he stands next to me, looking down at me with those big dark eyes of his that appear so warm and sweet.

"I... I can't" I say, shaking my head, feeling everything come back to me.

Probably frustrated with me, detective Jaxson, runs a hand down his face and groans before leaning against the table and looking down at me. And that's when I see it, when he is this close to me, he seems oddly familiar, like I've seen him before in more than one occasion, like I know him.

"Look Carolina, I'm only trying to help you. I know you being here has something to do with them, and I know that you are smart enough to not let yourself get caught the way you were, because let's admite it, not even a newbie would let himself get caught like that. Just tell me the truth." he says, making look up at him in shock at how certain of everything he seemed, probably looking like a fish about to die with my mouth opening and closing so much.

I try my hardest to come up with a coherent sentence so that I can excuse my miserable attempt to get caught and be in a secured place (because, let's face it, prison is my best option at the moment if I don't want a bullet in the brains for breakfast), but I cant think of anything that will excuse me from my own stupidity, so I just shrug.

"Okay, so let me see if I got this right" he starts, running a hand through his hair, making my eyes follow the movement in awe (let's face it, the guy is like a living version of a greek statue, it's humanly impossible not to swoon a little) "you were working for the D'Ambrosio family" he says.

I nod.

"And you let yourself get caught selling drugs at a bakery's door" he continues.

I nod again, blush creeping to my cheeks.

"And in some weird way you can't tell me why"

I nod once again.

"So I'm going to assume it has something to do with the D'Ambrosio's and their "no woman allowed" work ethics." he finishes.

I gulp. How the in name of hell did he got it right? How does he even know about that, no one knows about that outside the family, and recently me, so how could he, that works here, know?

I look up at him, only to find him staring down at me, with a knowing look on his face.

"How do you know that detective? No one is supposed to know that" I say, finding some confidence in the fact that he looks guilty, as if he said something he wasn't supposed too. "Do you have someone working on the inside?" I ask, finding that to be the only reasonable explanation to his correct assumptions to my silence.

He laughs, a real laugh, those that come from the deeps of your soul and burst through your throat without permission, the kind of laughs that will light up the mood of every single person surrounding you, a felt laugh, amused even.

"Obviously not. If I had someone on the inside I would know everything about you, miss Grant. But thanks for the laughs." He says and walks to the door again, this time actually leaving the room, leaving me alone for the second time and feel thankful foe being alone. If he left me, it means that he'll go fill in the report and I'll go to jail. If I go, it means I'll be safe. As long as I'm locked up, I'll be safe. With that thought in mind, I rest my head against the cold table and quickly fall into a blissful sleep I've been needing for a couple days.

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Later on, I don't really know how long, I hear voices, I think they're calling me, but I feel to tired to even try to understand what they are saying. But they wont give up and start to shake me by the shoulders and that's when I start to regain my full consciousness and actually remember where I am.

"Miss Grant!" the voice says. But instead of the smooth, calm and friendly tone I was used to hearing in detective D'Ambrosio, it was a nasal voice, high pitched and that sounded whiny.

"Yes" I let out in a sleepy tone as I lift my head from my arms and look up to find a woman in her thirties, with black dyed hair and a dress two sizes too small for her curvy figure, looking down at me with disgust and repulse.

"You are free to go." she sais when I look up and leaves the room.

I get up, take a deep breath and start to make my way out of the building, shaking with both fear and anticipation. As I walk out, I see that the moon in up in the sky, and that there are dark clouds silently announcing the rain that will come soon, making me feel even worse about how my story is going to end.

"It wasn't bad enough dying in a winter night, I have to die in a rainy winter night." I mumble to myself, as I slowly go down the stairs, looking around for any signs of my murderer. "Just do it already, and make it painless!" I ask, my voice coming higher and less shaky that I anticipated it would.

And then I feel a pair of large hands , one around my waist and the other covering my mouth, pulling me backwards towards a tall, muscular and warm body.

So this is it, I'm going to die without even eating ice cream for the last time, just my luck.

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Author's Note:

Just, sorry I'm late. I really wanted to update, but didn't have the time...

Thank you for waisting some time and energy reading my attempt of a story. Hope you're enjoying it.

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Love, Juliet.