His Secret [Completed]

Original: Chapter 50 - Bonus Chapter

He sat alone in a 6 by 8-foot cell with only a toothbrush, foul tasting toothpaste, a small selection of clothes and a tennis ball he traded for one of the limited pieces of clothing he had to his name.

Anything and everything on the outside world no longer mattered, his life has been stripped away from him and for good reason. For the endless list of crimes Bradley Connor has on his record the 15-year sentence isn't near enough.

As he sat on the ground with his back against the wall repeatedly throwing the tennis ball at the wall opposite and catching it he was completely oblivious to the prison guard standing at the door.

"You have a visitor," the guard said holding a pair of cuffs in his hand.

Brad turned his head to the left and stared directly at the guard, but then returned his focus to the ball and continued throwing it a couple more times. He then stood, dusted off his pants and walked over to the guard sporting a large smile. His arms raised immediately bringing the guards eyes to watch his movements, it was evident that the guard was on edge.

Brad held his writs out in front of him allowing the guard to slip on a pair of cuffs, even though Brad's crimes were not of a violent nature the words and threats falling from his mouth during the trial stage of his conviction are enough to give anyone the chills.

Confused, Bradley walked to the visiting area accompanied by a guard who had his hand gripped around the cuffs as if the inmate was no more than a vicious d dog threatening to attack anyone in his way. He knew that whoever is visiting him must have power and he definitely had his suspicions on who it was.

The guard warily transferred the cuffs onto a lock at one of the booths as Bradley took a seat. The handcuffs gave just enough room for him to reach the black phone hanging on the wall beside him, he placed it to his ear and spoke,

"Brooklyn,"

"Bradley," she returned, "how's life behind bars?"

"I would ask you the same but as usual you've avoided the law yet again." His words were full of venom and hatred but there was something else, warmness was it? Was that was even possible? "What the hell are you doing here, Brooke?"

"You really want to know"? She said earning a simple nod in response. Brooke leant forward slightly as if it would conceal the words she spoke through the phone from the guard standing close by, "I'm here to make sure you keep your mouth shut."

"And why would I do that?" Brad cocked his head to one side as a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"You really don't get it, do you? You're powerless here Brad. There's one person on your team and that's me, and trust me, the way you're acting right now I might just let you go down for good. You see..." she began, "I don't need you anymore, you're basically disposable. The only thing keeping you from spending life in this place is my money."

"I don't need your goddamn money," Brad's fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles began to turn white.

"Good behaviour will surely grant you bail and when it comes to that you'll be begging at my feet for the money."

"Like hell I will! You promised me the life I've always wanted Brooke and you swore we wouldn't get caught. You fucking owe me!"

"Inmate sit down!" The guard placed a hand on Brad's shoulder and forcefully sat him back on the chair.

"I owe you nothing Brad, you are the convict, the one who planned everything. I'm just the dumb blonde model who couldn't pull something like that off even if she wanted to. They'll see me as nothing more than a victim at my trial. Those communication links I had to you, they'll be dismissed as me trying to buy a few drugs, nothing more. Do you know what I'll get for that? A fine. Whereas you, you'll rot in here without my help."

Brad's face began to turn red with anger. Even though he deserves everything that will come to him, it still doesn't feel good to be used and that's what Brooke did. She used Bradley as a distraction, a decoy if you will. He'll pay for his own crimes, but also hers.

He was about to speak but Brooke cut him off, "you're not used to being this vulnerable and I know how you feel. Soon enough you'll figure out that I'm not the bad guy. I'm trying to help you, I really am." Her voice lowed to barely a whisper as if the next words she spoke were her true feelings, "we couldn't have both gone down, you have to understand that Brad. Sit tight while I figure out how to get you out of this place. Okay?"

Brad nodded and placed his hand up to the glass, Brooke then lifted her hand to his, "Mother would be so proud of us, big brother, I'm so happy I found you," with that Brooke turned on her heel and walked out of the door leaving Bradley feeling only a little consolidated.

There were still so many questions that needed answering on both parts, but having found each other they felt happier about life, careers, but most of all happier about carrying out their malicious plans together.

As they say, two minds are better than one.