When I got back to my cell,I punched the wall hard so hard that my knuckles started bleeding, I ignored the pain. I deserve it for being so dumb and foolish. It all made sense now and all along, I've been waiting for him.
If my own biological father could see me as worthless,how could anyone else value me?
I won't cry, it'll only give them satisfaction of enjoying their short term victory but one thing's for sure, that death sentence would be their fate. Not mine. Eddie and Rodrigo would pay dearly with their lives for what they did and I'll give them a glimpse of hell on earth.
The thought of it haunted me and stole my sleep so I drifted into a work out session, trading my rage for sweat by spending minutes on the cold floor engaging in sit-ups and planks.
Suddenly it hit me, Rodrigo had mentioned this Wellington fortune before, the day to my last mission. More like day of sacrificial offering. Still, the fact of him wanting it increased my thirst for that fortune and even if it means trusting that dark hooded weasel, I don't mind. But trusting another person was another risk and I would be so stupid to do it again.
Two days later, another visiting session held and when I arrived at the booth, the Dark guy was already there. I envisioned him smirking though I couldn't see his face.
I think anyone would after seeing the iconic Avery Reigns dressed in an orange uniform.
Her fate finally caught with her and it was the ones she placed her life in that tossed her in there like a dead rodent.
"Glad you could make it," the man started.
I'm not in the mood to exchange greetings let's just get this done with.
"We don't have much time, I know what you're talking about. Rodrigo mentioned something about it and if it what he wants it, I want it. The thing is he said no one has been able to find it, I was supposed to find the guy who already had a clue about it and kill him afterwards,"
"And who said no one? George Wellington hid his fortune with the name of his favorite grandchild, Logan Wellington. He alone knows where it is,"
"Is he dead or…?"
"He will be,"
"He will be?"
Does he want me to kill the guy?
"He had an accident last year, he's paralyzed with short term memory loss. He's a dead man,"
"Short term memory loss?"
"Yes, that means we have to work faster and smarter as soon as possible. They're in need of a surrogate mother since Logan's wife can't have a child and to secure Logan's place in the company however, it's something more than his place their securing,"
"Which is?"
"His assets, every single one of them and that's where you come in. You're going to be the surrogate mother,"
I would do anything, anything even if it includes wiping out that family but being a surrogate? No.
How would that even help me access the details I needed? Quite an intriguing story about the gentleman, I don't feel sorry for him.
He has a decent amount of affluence up his sleeve so much that he wouldn't even bother about the state of his legs.
"Two more minutes," the announcement came in.
"Get ready, Avery. You'll be out tonight, a car would pick you up at the entrance and then you'd get full details about what you need to do"
I looked down at my fingers and when I raised my head to ask the questions piled up in my head but once again, he was already gone.
Who was he? How did he know the Wellingtons close enough to get their private details? Was he some sort of ghost or all knowing supernatural beings? How am I going to extract information from him as a mere surrogate? How was he going to break me out of here?
Those questions followed me back to my cell room and I found myself weighing the pros and cons.
What if that guy was also sent by Rodrigo and the moment I found the fortune, he'd kill me as well? I had to be ready for whatever may happen, ready to betray him if need be and he decides to bite me in the back. Do I really want to be a surrogate mother or even a mother? Am I willing to get pregnant?
I've never gone undercover before, my jobs were just finished in a day or two.
My thoughts kept moving up like ocean waves, back and forth until I finally drifted into sleep.
I was awakened by the piercing light of a flashlight on my face. I looked up to see a police officer holding a bag in front of me.
"What the…"
He quickly placed his index finger on his lips, motioning me to shut up.
I would've punched him in the face right now.
I've heard stories of police officers having their way with prisoners and I would rather be guilty of murder than a victim of r*pe again.
The officer handed me a bag, "He sent me, take this and get dressed. I'll keep watch outside,"
So this was his way of bursting me out? I took the bag from him and the officer left as he said he would.
In the bag was a pair of boots, a baseball cap and a police uniform, which I didn't hesitate to start putting on, after which I transferred my prison uniform to the bag.
"You're done?" the man whispered.
"Yeah," I whispered back and he opened up the cell again, motioning me to come out.
I'd never thought that leaving her would be this easy with no stress, I could finally walk through those gates a free woman and Rodrigo would be a dead man in a few months.
The man urged me to say anything until we got to the entrance, where he presented his ID to the security guard.
"And as for you pretty lady?" asked the guard and I felt my heart fly out my chest.
"She's with me," The man answered curtly, exchanging a look of familiarity with him.
"Oh," he answered and opened the entrance.
Just like that, I finally left this hell hole. Inhaling air from outside sure felt different and the atmosphere was liberating.
A black car pulled in front of us seconds later.
"What took you so long, Jesse?" the police officer guy questioned, as he opened the car door for me to get in.
"Please, I didn't take that much time," the blonde haired man at the wheel defended.
We both got in and the car took off, then I knew I was finally liberated. I looked back at the police station. Soon, Rodrigo, that's where you would spend your miserable eternity.
"Avery, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," Jesse started.
"Wait…you know my name?" I had to ask.
"We basically know everything about you since day one. Dexter's been watching you," Jesse explained.
"Excuse me, who's Dexter? And you," I said to the dark skinned officer who headed my escape. "Are you actually a cop?"
"I'm Peter and yes, I am a cop. The government doesn't pay us enough if you want to ask why I helped to break you out. Dexter is the guy who visited you today,"
So that's his name.
"And why are y'all helping me?"
"Cause' you're helping us, it's a win-win mission. You should rest, we have an early flight tomorrow," Jesse advised.
"Early flight?"
"Yes, to England,"