Addicted.

31: Prison Break

Qatari.

I adjusted my police hat as I entered the station seeing several familiar faces and many unfamiliar ones, it was transporting day for several inmates being taken to their actual prisons. I placed the paperwork onto the counter while introducing myself with a face full of caked on makeup, that cracked more and more each time my face moved even the slightest. "Yeah I'm here from transport, Natalia Reed," I announced sounding as believable with the falsified paperwork already present. The lady looked up at me for a short second then turned to her computer beginning to type. Her fingers tapped at the keyboard at such a quick speed that was all I could focus on. As my nerves were growing worse and worse I felt the baby kicking tremendously hard, even worse than normal to the point where it was nearly painful.

"Alright it checks out, Calvin!" She called out for an unfamiliar officer to approach me and allowed me to follow him.

"Are you sure you're transporting this inmate alone?" Calvin's eyes glanced over my body basically alerting me that I seemed 'too cute' to do a job like such. "He's very dangerous," he insisted with a warning like gleam in his eyes.

I nodded my head without saying a word since it was hard for me to hide my voice since it was on the unique side. Soft yet raspy, almost angelic as Jamell's ass would say. Once we reached holdings I was ecstatic to see Melly standing before me but I couldn't express it no matter how much I wanted to. "This is officer Reed she'll be transporting you," Calvin informed with his voice deeper than our first conversation. He seemed to masking it to show Jamell invoked no fear to him but I knew it was a stunt.

I aggressively grabbed Jamell's upper arm and he went into a fit of laughter, I was mentally praying I kept a straight face.

Calvin began cuffing chains around his ankles and I pulled him out the back way of the police station as instructed on the paper work, and opened the large doors to the van - forcing him inside. I pretended to tie the chains to the seat. I shut the doors and looked back seeing I was being watched by several armed officers. I assured them I was fine and entered the van, speeding off.

Once I was down the road I immediately yanked the hat off and the wig flew off with it.

Jamell quickly stood up and pulled off the fake barrier gate, and hopped into the front seat. "Where the key at bae?" He wondered holding out his chained hands. I snatched the many keys off the tactical belt and handed it to him, quickly focusing back on the road. "The blue one is the universal," I informed taking a sharp right turn.

I heard the metal fall to the floor as his hands were free then leaned down trying to undo his shackled feet, "damn can ya' fuckin' drive right?" He insisted causing me to quickly glare in his direction.

Moments later he was completely free and massaged into his wrists, "shit," he groaned trying to ease the pain and regain circulation to his hands.

I quickly hit the breaks and exited the van, running to the back of my parked car popping the trunk. I grabbed a gas can out and Jamell instantly snatched it from me, "you just relax na.." A look of confusion came across my face but I sided against speaking. He began drenching the entire van in gasoline and the smell was so strong I had the urge to release all of my stomach contents. "Matches," he held his out and I reached into my pocket placing a pack of matches into his hand.

He wasted no time tossing them into the back doors of the van and before I knew it, it was engulfed in flames.

Jamell grabbed my arm roughly, taking my attention away from the burning metal.

"Is you okay Tari?" He questioned holding onto me with his large hands cupped to the sides of my face. "W-we did it," I finally spoke. I blinked hard a single time realizing that he was standing right in front of me. It wasn't a dream like I had always dreamt, it was complete reality. "Jamell we fucking did it!" I shouted with so much enthusiasm in my voice, in the process of my scream while jumping up and down, he smashed his thick lips onto mine immediately silencing me.

The grip he had on my face grew tighter as if he was forcing me to pucker my lips, deepening the kiss.

My eyes were shut and so were his.

It felt like entire world was spinning around us at a million miles per hour. I never wanted to part but - the sharp pains coming from my stomach made me feel otherwise. I instantly hunched over looking up at Jamell as he looked surprised that I had pulled away from him.

"The fuck happen?" He questioned with his thick accent on view.

"I've been having pains," I confessed looking at him with practical tears in my eyes.

His deep eyes widened, "you jus' stressed c'mon," he placed his hands onto my back helping me stand straight. It was almost like his touch soothes me pain in a comforting way.

He removed his orange jumpsuit beginning to pull several clothes I had picked out for him out of the trunk. "This ugly, this ugly, this ugly," he announced while tossing the clothes over his shoulder onto the dirt road. "Jamell what the fuck?" I questioned becoming irritated with him. I leaned over picking the clothes back up, dusting them off and putting them back inside.

"The shit ugly," he looked to me motioning his large hand over his face and passed me a wet wipe, "clean that shit off too it's ugly."

My eyes rolled as I forced the cold wet paper against my face, feeling my skin finally able to breathe after I removed each layer of heavy applied makeup. But - I was careful to not touch my lashes.

Jamell stood there dusting off the sleeves on his black leather jacket and adjusted the material on his black turtle neck with plaid pants I loved on him so much. My teeth became embedded into my bottom lip at the sight of him finally starting to look back like himself. He adjusted his diamond watch on his wrist then he looked to me sending me a small toothless smile. "Why the fuck is you starin'?" He questioned sounding uncomfortable with his voice high and his left eyebrow raised.

I shook away my thoughts and started unbuttoning my shirt down the middle, pulling it off tossing it into the trunk. As I leaned over reaching for my scrubs I felt a large hand placed against my belly, stopping me altogether.

My eyes met his as he stared down at me, "this nigga really actin' up.."

I broke into a smile, "yeah been cutting up all day..."

"Cause you fuckin' stressed.. We gon' be good," he assured then he snatched the scrubs handing them to me. He suddenly slammed the trunk as I started to dress myself, I went to the passenger seat tossing him the keys before I got inside. He entered soon after me and started the car up, speeding down the road.

The wind was blowing heavily from where we were causing my hair to fly all around.

"I promise you once we do this shit right here.. We gone be good," he said to me looking at me with deep remorse in his eyes.

"You swear?"

"I swear on my life..."

I stared at him feeling tears start to form in my eyes, "don't swear on yourself.. Let's just pinky promise," I laughed holding my pinky into the air. He smiled widely locking his pinky with mine.

"I love you Jamell.."

"I love you too Qatari forever and ever.. I swear that on my life," he said with meaning and aggression.

"I know Jamell.."

Note: y'all please hold on to your seats for the next few chapters, thanks dolls! Sorry it took me so long to update I was lowkey stuck but now I know where to take the rest of the book FULL THROTTLE. ❤️