Momma always told me relationships and business dont mix well. Well maybe I should've listened to you momma. Ricardo Luis is one sly motherfucker and I knew he would sell me out to the police for my pay cut, the motherfucker even killed Bobby Graham. Us three was running a heist at the Big Apple Bank until the pigs came and ruin the show. 

Being escorted out the bank in handcuffs made me feel like a model walking down the runway, news reporters taking pictures, and civilians surrounding the area. It was hard to spot Ricardo in the crowd, Knowing him he was using this opportunity to escape the bank with the money. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Kamille, The cities most notorious criminal.. I thought you would be smarter than to get caught" Said sheriff Kevinwood. He's been wanting to catch me on several charges but never had any proof, just a grudge and a dream but this moment here was probably his best day. Taking me in custody was his purpose of serving Manhattan Police department. 

As I looked him in his eyes, I couldn't help myself but chuckle. I know I wasn't going to jail, and I knew Kevinwood thought the same. "I need everyone locked and loaded, we're moving a high value target to a maximum security prison, I need someone in the back of the truck sitting with her so she wont pull anything funny" kevinwood yelled to the officials. As they got me into the back of a armored truck they handcuffed one of my legs and began to start the journey on the road to prison. 

It was a slow and bumpy ride; I would also say lonely but they left me back here with a guy who seemed to be scared to look me in my eyes. It's okay I would be scared to look at one of the most dangerous criminals in the city too; It was just me and him and his gun that he was holding tightly and if anything were to go down I was limited on defending myself seeing as I was handcuffed by one leg and my hands. The truck slowly came into a complete stop, maybe it was a red light but this one red light was different than others. I heard talking outside, maybe a detour? something just didn't seem right. I pressed my ear on the near wall to try to see if I can grasp what they're saying....

BOOM!

An loud explosion busting open the steel doors to the back of the truck paired with bullets being fired; all I can do is lay on my side and allow the chaos to happen outside. The sounds of bullets ricocheting off the metal with the screams of gunman getting wounded was a Happy thing for me to hear at a moment like this. I didn't know who or what was going on but I can only assume Godfather Rafa sent a crew to get me. I knew I wasn't going to jail but didn't think it was going to come to this, I guess its whatever at this point; after the shots simmer down I waited for my hero to free me from these cuffs so I can thank them; as a shadow from a distance was getting closer all I can see was the sun ray beams glaring in my face making it hard to see the face of the person coming.

All I can see was a figure, an outline, a shadow; who was this mysterious person? This wasn't my ideal hero, this didn't feel right, something was off. The mysterious person began to raise their gun aiming it at me. Was this Ricardo coming to finish me? Who the fuck was this person? The adrenaline was rushing my body, heavily breathing, trying to see this face was killing me inside.. Is this really how things were supposed to end?