Undercover

12.

Maya's P.O.V.

I paced back and forth in the cell ready to burst through those bars as soon as they opened. I was thinking about a whole bunch of shit. Starting off with how imma get Kayla's ass back for trying to get my ass incarcerated.

"Aye kid." I rolled my eyes before looking back at my cellmate who was laying on her bed reading a magazine.

"What?"

"Now is that any way to speak to your fellow inmate?"

"I'm not an inmate and please stop talking to me."

I turned back around looking past the bars that were in front of me.

"Ooo so much angry."

"Bro, please. Stop talking to me."

I shook my head switching my weight to my left leg. I was about to sit down when I felt a strong pair of hands gripping the back of my jumpsuit tossing me into the wall.

I rolled over feeling pain radiating through my body, looking around confused as hell. It wasn't until I seen that buff ass bitch standing a few feet away from me that I realized she was the one who threw me.

"Not so tough now are you?" She smirked, causing me to stand with my fists balled up.

"You got some nerve bitch."

"Think before you act, or this may be ya last day living."

I punched her as she stood there with an emotionless face.

"Nice try." I swung again but this time she caught my fist, kicked the side of my leg, and shoved me back causing me to fall.

"You really got me bent perra."

"Come at me then."

I got back up dusting myself off ready to go back at her when I heard the officer from before jingle his keys against the cell bars.

"Garcia. Time to go." I looked over at her and frowned.

"Fue divertido mientras duró."

"Not in the slightest." I walked over to the bars and he opened the door and immediately pointed me to the wall in front of me. I sighed and walked over to it placing my hands behind my back as he locked up the cell and cuffed me.

"Start walking and don't stop."

We walked down a long corridor filled with cells holding yelling females wanting to escape. We went through some doors and were now back in the releasing area near the main part of the police station. One of the officers sat at the front desk filling out papers and placed a bag of clothing on the counter making me happy.

"Alright your clothes are in that bag, we contacted your family, and they're waiting for you outside the gates." He uncuffed me and nodded at the counter. "You're free to go Garcia."

"Thank you." He nodded at me and I grabbed my bag from the counter ready to go and take a long hot shower.

After grabbing my clothes I walked through the police station looking around for somewhere to change.

"Ma'am?" I turned to see a brown-skinned middle-aged woman leaning up against her desk sipping on some coffee.

"Yes?"

"Do you need something?"

"Um, I was wondering where could I go change? I just got released-----"

"Follow me." I frowned and watched as she grabbed a pair of keys and walked away. "Well, are you coming or no?"

I smirked to myself, not to be funny or anything, but I got a huge thing for older women. Not like grandma-aged women though cause that's just nasty as fuck. But somebody in their forties and thirties could get it, and she looked about thirty-two no lie.