Penumbra

In The End

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final chapter

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Dove paced the apartment, gnawing at her lip. She couldn't believe she'd even gotten into this whole mess. Anything had seemed better than jail. When she'd been offered to go undercover and take down a gang to avoid jail time, she'd jumped at it. She'd never in a million years thought she'd actually like the gang she was set to take down.

She hadn't even planned on being a rat for so long. If only Harry had been like any other dumb fuck and left a paper trail. If only he had made files that were incriminating so she could have given the FBI something to work with years ago. But no. Unable to wear a wire or risk getting straight up murdered, Dove had been forced to stay in his gang all those years, waiting for anything that could put the notorious leader behind bars.

Even Noah, another FBI rat, hadn't been able to find anything to put Harry in jail, and Noah had been a tech wizard.

Harry was a ghost.

Then the gang merger had happened, and the FBI jumped at the chance to take down not only Harry, but the others as well. A new agent had been assigned as head of the case and through his few interactions with Dove, she knew that there was something about Agent Owens that screamed personal vendetta.

He'd been pissed when Harry dipped from the gang with the announcement of Olivia's pregnancy. Suddenly, all the small, pretty much useless details Dove had been able to give the FBI weren't enough. The FBI wanted more, before anyone else could slip away like Harry had.

It had taken a lot of coaxing, and a lot of contracts and promises, but the FBI had finally convinced Dove to wear a wire. She was trusted enough that no one in the gang would check, they assumed.

When the whole idea of Dove going undercover to avoid jail time was brought up, the main deal Dove had pushed for was that no matter what, she couldn't take the stand. The FBI couldn't use her as a direct witness in anything or reveal her identity, or she would be screwed. So any evidence she brought up, had to be on paper or recorded by wire. She'd managed to get a few things about incoming guns, and the FBI had one picture of Harry with a known drug dealer, but that was it. The FBI wanted the gang, and they wanted them badly since Harry had left.

Dove had still been quite careful about what she witnessed with the wire, even so much as refusing to work with Luke because he had a child, and she didn't want him dragged into the whole mess. But alas, he'd shown up while Dove was on wire at one of her last torture sessions, and there was nothing Dove could do about that fact.

Calum had mentioned bringing more guns into the city, more drugs, more product. When the gang had been killing off other gangs, the FBI hadn't cared much, but the increase of incoming product was a major red flag, and Dove wanted to pull the plug before she got anything even more incriminating. Besides, after Harry had left the gang, the FBI was itching for practically anything.

Dove groaned loudly, kicking at a chair that went skidding across the room. She hated that Calum and Harry were both so smart, not keeping any evidence or getting their hands dirty. She wished she hadn't been around so long, hadn't learned to love her gang family.

Dove looked at her phone, she picked it up, she made the call.

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"Can't believe you're even leaving the house." Luke said, cuddling Sophia close to him as he moved to exit the car, "Olivia's due in what? Two weeks?"