Beautiful, sweet, smart, and a wanted criminal. He's not sure who she really is, but he's curious to find out.
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The ride home was shorter than normal. I was beginning to question whether this was the right time to do this. Once we made it, The girls went to undress while Brittany and I settled into the kitchen.
"What's wrong Charlie?" Brittany asked.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes and started hyperventilating. It was too much. I felt like I was going to burst if I didn't tell anyone. I knew for now, I couldn't.
"I need air."
"Let's go sit at the dock."
We walked out to the dock at the bottom of the hill.
"Brittany it's just so much going on that I want to tell everyone but I can't."
"You know you can tell me anything. What's wrong?"
I swiftly pulled my gun out and put it to her head.
"Can I? Can I tell you anything?" I asked her
"Are you serious?"
"Are you? You want to tell me why you're keeping a record of everything that we do? Working with the Smith's to put us in jail?"
Her silence was my confirmation
"I read the excerpt sent to Tyler as a threat. You're the only one not mentioned. It's been a while since I've seen your handwriting but i knew it had to be you. I didn't really deal with Smith's so I don't know a lot about them. There's not any information about them on the internet , but I had to think. What kind of family has this much power to get someone to investigate us and initiate a RICO. Judge Judah Smith. A search of him brought up quite a bit of information. Like family pictures. Did you know Terrance was his son?"
"Yes" I removed the safety from my gun
"Why was he here?"
"I don't know. I'm just doing what they say. He just wanted a way inside."
"Why would you do this?"
"They're blackmailing me. Threatening to make sure I do life in prison. I can't do that."
"You have Omertà tatted on your neck and you're out here writing journals that could bury us. Journals that go back years? Make it make motherfucking sense!"
Brittany was stone faced as she looked toward the lake. She knew what had to happen. I screwed the silencer on my gun
"If our friendship means anything to you, you'll tell me what they have planned."
