The Proposal

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As we enter an office he closes the door behind me and gestures for me to take a sit.

I sit across from where he is sited now and I play with my fingers as he begin to speak.

-So, Haylee, he starts, what are you looking for exactly?

-I... I wasn't looking for anything. I lie.

-I see I can't make you tell me, but I have an offer for you. I know you search for something to get me behind bars, but I want to make arrangement with you.I have a proposal for you.

I listen carefully knowing I won't like what he has to offer.

-I will give you inside info about other criminals, for your father to catch,but you have to be with me, for a year. Even when you know something about my illegal business , you won't tell your father anything about me, just about what I say you could.

I stare at him for a moment, not believing what he says. He wants me for a year, and he gives me inside info about other criminal organisation.This is huge, and must be a catch.

-What's the catch? I ask.

-There's no catch, I want you to be my woman for a year. He says

-So you want me to be your slut for a year? I ask angrily.

-I didn't say slut, I said woman. You have to be by my side every day and night. He insists on the word "night".

-But I would find everything about you and I could put you in jail. I say as he watches me.

-But you won't, I told you, you won't say anything about me. He says trusting his words.

-But my father will know I'm with you, he watches you. I say,maybe he changes his mind.

-I know. Maybe he knows already that you are here with me. But you will say that you are undercover, to find things about me. Because I don't know who you are. He says. He has everything planned out. Fuck!

-This is not going to work. He will know. I say to break his confidence.

-He won't, you are his brains, if he wouldn't had you he wouldn't close any case.

I think about it, he has a good sense. My father is old, he didn't close as many cases if i wouldn't helped him .

-Fine! I say.

-That was easy. He says. I thought you would be harder to convince.

-It's no point of backing off now. I was in shit in the moment I saw the tattoo on Mike.

-Oh, so you know quite a lot about me. He smirks.

-About the case, I correct him.

-Sure, so tonight, you are going home to your father and say you found something about the Vitalli mafia. They will be at the 67 warehouse, to exchange some weapons to the Carter mafia.

-And how do I explain I got this information? I ask.

-Come on you are a smart girl, you'll find a way. He says.

-Fine, can I go now?

-Only after you sign this. He hands me a paper. It's a contract. He is serious about this.

-A contract? Really? I ask

-You are a lawyer, I wanted to make it legal for you.

- There is nothing legal about this whole arrangement . You knew who I was the moment I walked in the club, don't you?

-See? I knew you are smart. He says smirking

-Fuck! I say.

-Maybe later. Keeping his smirk.

-Oh, I'm done, goodbye, see you tomorrow. I say as I walk for the door.

-See you , Haylee. He says. And I close the door behind me.

Now I'm screwed. What I'm suppose to do?

I mean,I'll help catch a lot o bat guys but I'll be helping the worst one. Fuck! I'm frustrated. The whole taxi ride to my fathers home I was having a inner battle. As I knock on my fathers door, he opens the door in a second.

-Hi,dad. I say smiling.

-Hi baby, he invites me inside. What can I do for you? He asks.

-Well, I could help you instead. I say.

He became curious.

-Tell me. he says

- I was at a bar tonight, and I heard some man talking. I began. They are from the Vitalli father. I heard them say that tonight is about to be a trade at the 67 warehouse with the Carters.

My father is deep in thought . Then he speaks.

-This is big, I'll call my men. And judge Charles. He says and he leaves for his office.

I did it. I did as he said. How I'll get out of this, not upsetting my father? I ask myself


Before I could think a little more my phone buzzes. I take the phone and I see an unknown id. I open the message. I knew exactly who it was.

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