The Deal

6

Amy's pov

"He is in the room down the hallway," Mark said, showing me the door. "He just woke up a little bit ago."

"Thank you." I looked at the door and my heart stopped for a second. Greg is hurt and it is all my fault. Well, more Maca but he wants me dead for some reason.

I walked down the lightly lit hallway. When I got to the door, I opened it slowly.

"Miss. Amy, you are alive!" His voice was hoarse.

"Greg! I am so sorry. I never wanted you to get hurt." I walked over to him, holding in the tears.

"Everything is okay. When I saw the fire, I rushed back in to get you."

"Maca set it up, it was a trap. The team was in on it too."

"Those backstabbers!"

"He did kidnap me and stab me in the side. But I ran. When Mark opened the door, I didn't know who he was at first. But then when I saw it was him, I tried to leave. He busted me and agreed to keep me safe here. We are going to tell everyone that I died in the fire."

"Good plan, you need to lay low for a while. Maca will be looking for you and he is not one to mess with. You need to heal and get ready for a battle."

"You are the one who needs to heal! Look at you. I am so sorry."

"Don't be sorry, none of us knew about this."

"I am going to work for Mark for a little to help save up some money to start over. They cleared my account dry."

He shook his head.

"I know you can do it, you are so strong! And Mr. Mark is a good teammate. You two will work well together," he told me.

"Thank you, I will see if we can keep you here as long as you need."

"Thank you, now go. I need to sleep."

I gave him a small smile then left the room.

"Thank you for saving him," I said, walking down the hallway to Mark.

"It's no problem. He can stay here as long as he needs and whatever he needs to get better, I will get for him. But why don't we go into the study here? I have coffee for both of us and we can talk a little more."

I nodded my head and followed him.

"Thank you. I plan on working on a plan for dumb ass and getting those paintings." I said as I sat down across from him.

"I looked up some of her workups, it looks like we can get a pretty good amount for some of them."

"Yep."

"I know why you want to steal these and not put holes in them, how long ago did she steal them?" He took a sip of his coffee.

"Four years ago, I was helping her steal off of this rich ass man. I distracted him by telling him how much I wanted him while she went stole from him. We switched up roles every now and then and racked up a nice amount. I didn't even know she was stealing from me, too. When I saw that she sold some of my work, saying that it was hers, I wanted to scream and beat the living shit out of her. I know we are criminals but," I shook my head.

"You two had a bond. You steal together, you stick together. She broke that bond by stealing from you."

"She will rot in hell for this. But first I want my paintings back."

"You will get them back."

"Let me guess, you want a cut of the money?" I took a sip of my coffee, is made perfectly. How does he know how I like my coffee?