Stay Away, Officer.✔

Two

*AMBER'S POV*:

"Oh shit! They're on to us! Run run run!" I heard Mason's voice from across the room, while I stacked some money into my hoodie, and Ashley into her bag.

"Ash! We gotta go!" I said, dropping everything out of my hands, making my way to the window of the living room, before seeing something that froze me in place.

Mason stabbed the old man straight in the heart with a stone cold smile on his face, before pushing him down on the floor; a puddle of blood forming instantly after that.

This is not the plan! What is he doing?!

As I tried to pass over the man to get outside the house, a strong grip got a hold on my foot, and I found myself unable to move as I stumbled down quickly on the plain floor under me, leaving Ashley stuck between rescuing me or saving herself from the police that just got here.

"Ashley! Run!" I said, trying to escape the old man's grab so I can too, but he just kept squeezing my foot as he took his last breaths right in front of my eyes, while Ashley tried to save me, getting blood all over her hands and shirt.

"I can't!" She panicked, and before any of us could do anything, the door was broken down, and a few police officers spread around the room, surrounding us from each and every way.

"Freeze! Put your hands where I can see them!" A masculine voice spoke, pinning Ashley to the wall while I laid there on the floor waiting till this filthy old man dies.

A few nurses ran in here, taking the dead body outside the house, leaving me here with no weapon or shit to protect myself from what could possibly be years of imprisonment.

The officer lifted me up, aggressively spinning me around so I could face him, taking the hat off of my head, revealing my full face.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He smirked. "A little girl that thinks stealing is okay." He semi-laughed.

How the fuck am I gonna escape now?

And, where did they take Ashley?

I spit straight into his eye, stepping harshly on his foot till his grab loosened around my wrist, and I tried running away again.

"I can tell you're naughty too." He pushed my front against the wall, handcuffing my arms behind my back.

"Sam! Stop messing around and get the girl into the car already!" Another policeman showed up, giving orders to the guy who's apparently called Sam.

I was dragged into the back of a police car, tens of eyes watching us and reporters filming us as the driver took off.

I could tell Ashley was crying now, I would be too, but I'm busy thinking of something that can get us out of this mess.

I told Mason this wasn't a good idea in the first place, and I was right! Now me and my best friend are being taken to a police department till god knows when.

You're probably wondering what the hell is going on right now and who are all those people I'm talking about.

Well here's the thing, I'm a twenty four year old gangster with a boyfriend named Mason, and two best friends called Ashley and Wyatt.

I've grown up with a couple that adopted me when I was three years old, but they died when I was fifteen, while my real parents are literally no where to be found. I have no idea how they look like, what are their names and what even is my real family name.

That's not the point though, I grew up with Mason and his gang that embraced my tough conditions and helped me out of my tragic life after the couple that adopted me sadly passed away.

Mason works for a huge drug and theft company that sells cocaine among addicted teens and grows small groups of thieves that roam different towns.

It's pretty sad, I know, but that's not the point either.

I figured I really can't stay living with Mason's money my whole life.

Eventhough I haven't had much school after the accident that I rather not talk about now, and I really don't have a degree or a proper family name that will get me a normal job, I figured I should help Mason out in his missions just to earn some cash.

Mason, Ashley, and Wyatt have been doing this their entire lives, they're pretty good at it. Me, on the other hand, this is my first time and I already got us caught.

The plan was: we sneak into a really old but rich man's house, take some goods, then run away.

But it seems like the man wasn't scared enough to run away and hide while we take what we need and leave, he had to call for help. And look where that got him, Mason killed him with no hesitation whatsoever.

This really wasn't included in the plan and I'm actually creeped to find out what's gonna happen to both me and Ashley.

As the car stopped, they made us get inside the department, where dead faces and dim lights filled the place.

It's really late, I think everyone is tired and definitely not ready to take any bullshit from us at this time of day.

They threw both of us in a cell, leaving us with no clue of what's going to happen.

Me and Ashley never spoke, each one of us was already trying to figure out some sort of miracle that could get us out.

Before heading off, Mason told me that if we get caught, we shouldn't act scared.

"They can smell fear." He told me.

This is the first time Ashley gets caught, and that's probably why she's this scared.

We didn't sleep all night, we sat there, staring at different objects around. Not that there were too many objects to stare at, but we still managed.

We agreed on a few headlines about how we're going to act when they start with the investigation, and it wasn't long before Sam showed up, taking Ashley first.

She came back in no time, but she wasn't crying, and she didn't seem scared, so I guess they're taking it easy.

"What happened?!" I asked.

"I didn't tell them much. Don't go to details with them! Act cool and you'll be fine!" She whispered.

After a few minutes, Sam came to take me to a huge dark room, all white with only an old table and two chairs sat in the center.

I sat on one chair, my hands handcuffed behind my back, while an officer sat opposite to me.

"Hello. I'm officer Pierre and I'm the only nice officer around here. Let's chat." He said, taking a sip out of his drink.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"I'm not gonna tell you my name." I said.

"Fair enough. But you know, us officers, we're very curious, aren't we, Amber?" He asked.

"Ashley told you didn't she?" I rolled my eyes.

"She's a lovely lady. Now tell me, what happened?" He asked.

"Can you just let us go home? Me and my friend have nothing to do with the murder!" I said.

"Who said anything about murders? I just want to know what were you doing in the man's house at this time of night. You surely weren't playing around." He said.

"This is nonsense! You have nothing to prove. There's no clue against me!" I said.

"It seems like you're not as helpful as your friend was. I guess my work here is done." He said, standing up, leaving me here all alone.

After a few seconds, some other officer walked in. He wasn't in a uniform like all the others. He was wearing a white shirt, black jeans and sunglasses.

Who the fuck wears sunglasses at this time?!

He sat opposite to me, taking his glasses off to reveal a pair of angry blue eyes.

"Tell me everything." He said.

"I didn't tell your friend, what makes you think I'm gonna tell you officer..." I looked at his badge. "Maynard?" I said.