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Part 19 ( Trapped. )

Will drove off his motorcycle roaming the streets of New York, Disoriented and unconcerned to any traffic laws or any safety instructions, he didn't even wear his helmet. With terrible speed, he cut off one of the red traffic lights to cause chaos to some cars. Which caused him some insults from the cars owners, but who cares.

He arrived in front of the Dawson Tower and then parked his motorcycle front of the building. He was obviously nervous and hesitant, as he walked a few steps towards the entrance but soon he retreated and returned those steps back, but he turned again and took a few more steps and then came back again. He held his head with both hands, trying to focus and arrange his thoughts. He paused a little to take a breath, lit a cigarette, and began to inhale it fast.

Finally, he got some courage, and threw his cigarette to smash it with his shoe, then went to the entrance of the tower then straight to Adrian's office.

He got in the elevator where Adrian's office is located in the upper floors of the building. He headed where Adrian's secretary sits.

Will : Good morning! Estelle. Is Mr. Dawson here yet?
Estelle : Good morning Mr. Carson. He's in a meeting right now, it's gonna end in 15 minutes. You can wait for him in his office.
Will : Great, thanks.

He entered the office and then sat opposite to the desk. He put his hand on his mouth as if he was thinking deeply, and his eyes were looking far away. He was shaking his leg nervously, announcing that tension had reached its top.

How he's gonna tell Adrian? And what will he tell him? He was thinking about his relationship with Grace, would he put her life in danger? Or hit two birds with one stone and get rid of her and Isaac? After all, She is a federal agent and it will not matter to her that a drug dealer is her boyfriend, she would put him behind bars at any moment without even thinking. But he loves her. What should he do?

He wished that all of this wasn't real. if he hadn't had to be put in such a situation, if he had met her in different circumstances and that he was an accountant, for example, as he told her before. And if she was working as a chef or something. The idea seemed comfortable, but it is simply delusions.

He never wished for his life to take this turn, He didn't want to be a dealer. When he was 17 he had to be one, not by his willing.

He always dreamed of the day that he would leave this life and never look back. He always dreamed of a real job!

He always dreamed of legal money that could buy him a warm home. He saw himself with a family, a one that would stand in the doorway waiting for him to come home after a long day at work, then he would hold his children and hug his wife whom he love very much.

He was overwhelmed when Adrian entered the office and he suddenly turned, while Adrian went to the nearest sofa and threw his body on it.

Will : Long day already?
Adrian : Ugh, You have no idea, it's just the beginning ... anyway, what are you doing here at this time of the day?
Will : I need to talk to you.
Adrian : Okay! I don't like this tone of yours but go ahead, What's so important.

Will got silent for a while trying to look at anything but Adrian's eyes. But the chaos of his ideas appeared when he started to speak.

Will : I-I ... The j-job ... Isaac ... Um.
Adrian : Are you okay Will? Are you drunk?
Will : No, of course. It's before afternoon!

like this would matter before.

Will took a deep breath and then spoke more clearly.

Will : This is gonna be my last job.
Adrian : What?
Will : As you heard Adrian. I wanna leave this life behind.
Adrian : Huh, Since when?
Will : I've been thinking a lot lately and i feel like this is the right decision.