The Proposal

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"You know what we don't do enough," I said walking up to the living room, "Go out of the house." It had been almost 4 months till we had been in Nevada

"What is your sneaky little mind up to?" said Mikayla smiling, "but I agree I need to get out of this place, yesterday I was so bored I tried to slice a tomato with a comb."

I took my jacket off the coat hanger and opened the door. Mikayla got up from her seat and walked up to me and took her coat. We both walked out and got in the car, After driving around for an hour while I kept telling her direction. Soon we reached a small garden. It was really beautiful. All around was greenery, and beautiful flowers serenaded the bushes. Birds chirped excitedly playing with each other flying up and down.

"How the hell is there a park here...but I gotta admit it looks really good,"

"I know right,"

We walked into an open area and I took a mat out of his bag and placed it gently on the ground.

"A picnic huh? I never thought you of all people would agree to it," she said smirking as she sat down on the mat to take the beauty of the place in. I took out a box of mini sandwiches and we both started eating.

"How did you make them so small?" she asked smiling and taking a bite.

"It's a secret recipe, Which includes going to the store and spending 50 dollars," I said, laughed and said taking a bite out of mine, "Tell me, What happened when with that tomato,"

"It was weird the pointy ends just got impaled in it,"

"That's disappointing,"

"Mhm..."

The rest of the afternoon went by in the blink of an eye, We ran around catching butterflies, just having fun, something We had not done in weeks. Soon the sun started to set and we both laid on the cold grass looking up at the stars. The moonlight illuminated the park making it more beautiful than ever.

"Okay I got something for you," I said and I got up "but its a surprise so blindfold time," and gave her a piece of cloth on her eyes.

"What are you up to? this seems a little weird now," she said almost suspicious. No response

"Peter?"

"Peter!" she raised her voice a bit and got up turning around she was awestruck

and I stood there on one knee holding up a small box with a gleaming diamond ring. She looked at me then at the ring, Then again at me, then again at the ring and then put her hands to her face as a tear streamed down her face.

"Is this for real? Are you kidding, IF YOU ARE I WILL-,"

"No I'm not this is for reals, Mikayla, I love everything about you, the way you smile, you're constant snarkiness" I laughed a little, "How whenever I'm down all I need to do is talk to you, No matter what it is, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you," I gulped a little, 

"So Mikayla Jhonson Hart...Will you marry me? "

"YES, YES!" she burst out and tackled me to the ground laughing.

"Awww, Congrats!"

"Thank you!"

"That is a cute ass story,"

"It sure is,"

After we got home that night and had dinner, I went down to the basement. I had dented the Lamborghini so I had to fix that. I opened the car and saw something lying in the backseat. It was the file that Mummy's assistant had given me.

"FUCK why didn't I remember that"

I took it out and went and sat on the table. I opened it up and I couldn't believe my eyes. I thought Mummy was just a petty criminal. But she is and was a full-on psychopath. I mean gas attacks, arson, grand larceny, she has gotten multiple people assassinated, and she's a pretty big drug dealer too. I read its entirety and it just got worse. In the end, she left a note, It read, "Call this number, I think you know what to do,".

                                                                           

"So that's why you're here," The lady asked him. She had long brown hair and wore glasses.

They were sitting in what looked like an interrogation room. It was white, with a double-sided glass on one wall

"Yeah, I never saw that girl again, I tried calling her but she didn't pick up the phone. Mummy probably found out and finished her off," Peter sat there in a foldable chair. His hair was now more ruffled than ever. He was wearing black trousers, a white shirt and a jean jacket.

"So she told you to call that number and talk about Mummy,"

"I can only assume, that she thought with all I knew about her I could help take her down,"

"I see...,"

"And she also knows that her assistant gave me the file because she tried to kill me and I was a goner if he hadn't saved me,"

"Hm...Hm," She nodded

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