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Opening the bag he handed me my breakfast and took his out, we silently ate at the start but half way through Tony started asking me things about my life. I answered as much as I could as honestly as I could.
Soon it would be my turn to ask questions and with the way today went I couldn't see it taking me too long.
Chapter 32
I was wrong.
It had been two weeks...two whole weeks that I had been here. I didn't know whether I had his trust enough to ask about the criminal side of his life. Maybe I was too afraid, I’d really only get one chance at this and if I screwed it up... well it didn't bare thinking about.
I had a breakthrough on the drug dealing side of it. A few days ago when he’d had to go out for something (he doesn’t give specifics) I’d opened a couple of the ‘prohibited’ rooms and struck luck. I’d filmed his cooking room and sneakily seen a little trading.
But that wasn't enough.
I needed him to confess about the murder of Martin Brown. I needed it, but wanted... that was something I wasn't sure I knew the answer to. In these past weeks he’d been at my side whenever he had any free time and I had gotten to know the kinder, funnier side to him and it made me wonder whether I truly wanted him to be the killer.
I wanted to see my family, Aiden, Charlie... Cameron even Craig. The nightly calls I got with Charlie were a kind gesture from Tony but it made it all the more painful; hearing how his day was but not being able to be a part of it was heart wrenchingly awful but it was the best I could get at the moment.
I wanted this to be over, but I wasn't sure I wanted it because Tony finally confessed.
‘Al, you’ve been in there for years’ I heard him exaggerate ‘you didn't stink that bad, now come out before I have to come in there and get you’ a soft chuckle could be heard from the bedroom where Tony was waiting for me to finish up in the shower.
We’d just had dinner together like most nights and were now getting ready for bed. Tony hadn’t gone any further than kissing me these past two weeks and I had started to feel safe in that department with him, mostly because I think he’s that confident I’ll soon be ‘begging him to take me’ that he hasn’t done anything.
Walking out of the bathroom in a pair of my newly bought pajamas I shook my head at his previous words ‘years?’ I repeated ‘I was in there for twenty minutes. Wow your exaggerating skills are impeccable’ Climbing inside the covers I didn't hesitate, didn't freeze, didn't panic when he pulled me into his side and wrapped on arm around my shoulder. It was routine now, expected even.
We stayed like that for a few minutes before he handed me his cell and said he was going for a shower. He’d been giving me a little more privacy with my phone calls to Charlie and I grinned at him in thanks before pressing the call button.
This phone call was different though... like most times it was Karl, but instead of the happy greetings I would normally get and the how are you doing. I was asked if Tony was in the room with me.
‘No’ I answered confusedly. They’d never asked if he was here before and I tried to think of a reason to why they would care.
‘Look Alex, I've got Jonathon on the phone, and he wants to speak to you, we’ll make this quick in case he comes out of the bathroom ok?’ I wasn't given enough time to answer, or to let it sink in before I could hear Jonathon through the phone. They’d put him on loud speaker so I could listen to what he had to say.
‘Hey Alex, sorry about going into your time with Charlie but this is important. We’ve got the video recording of the drug rooms so that's great news but there hasn’t really been any movement on the Martin side and we want to speed this up a little. It's not my idea so don’t get angry at me, in fact don’t get angry at all. He can’t hear you shout through the bathroom ok?’
Now I was worried. What could they possibly ask of me that would make me that angry..?
‘Ok’ I answered quickly wanted him to hurry up and tell me.
Jonathon hesitated, I could tell even through the phone. He really didn't want to ask me this.
‘Just tell me’
‘They... they want you to, try... to, to try to be more uhm intimate with him. He needs to know you’re in this relationship and that you’re starting to trust him and care for him. He’s always moving out to hold you or touch you and you've done greatly not panicking and I'm really proud of what you've done...but he’ll never trust you if you don’t show you are starting to fall for him. You understand what I'm saying right. Why they’d ask this of you?’ He spoke out hastily, trying to get me to understand their side.
I stayed silent for a few minutes, of all the things that wouldn't have even been in the top twenty. I couldn't do something like that...
I thought back to Mike and the times I had to sleep with him, and when I had Riley believe I wanted him so I could escape. Was this any different?
‘Alex? Are you okay, I know it's a bad situation but don’t you want to get out of there and see your family, if this helps speed it along don’t you want to do everything you can to do it?’ He was using my family to persuade me and I felt hot anger burn inside me. How dare he bring my need to see Charlie, to see... everyone up to try to get me to agree, it wasn't fair.
‘The showers turning off, you better put Charlie on now before he gets out’ I didn't agree but nor did I out right say I would never. I needed to think about this, but for now I wanted to speak to my son.
‘Okay Alex, he’s coming, just please give it a chance’ Jonathan didn't say anything else and when Charlie's excited voice came on I pushed the conversation to the back of my mind and concentrated on what my baby had done that day.
‘Okay baby, well I have to go now but I’ll speak to you tomorrow and I’ll see you tonight’ we were still having our dream dates and I got to listen to Charlie tell me everything we did in them while I agreed and pretended it all happened.
Tony had walked out of the bathroom a few minutes ago and it had brought Jonathans words back to me, I quickly finished the call with Charlie and smiled at him while he climbed to his side of the bed.
I moved closer to him and put my head on his chest. It was then I realised that I’d agreed. I felt Tony stiffen in surprise before a deep breath released and he put an arm around me.
‘I don’t thank you enough for letting me talk to Charlie’ I spoke softly as I put an arm around his stomach. I knew Tony would be wondering why I was initiating the contact and I quickly used Charlie as that reason. It was definitely believable because I was grateful that he let me talk to him.
I felt him drop a kiss on the top of my head and I snuggled in closer to him. His warm clean smell wafted around me and I unconsciously took a deep breath. I would always relate this smell to Tony and somehow I didn't think it would leave me with bad memories.
‘No problem. I like seeing you happy talking to him’ was Tony’s answer and I closed my eyes in... guilt?
Tony Deveron made me feel guilty. He hadn’t done anything horrible to me in all the time I had been here and I was starting to find a friendship in him. This was not good. I needed to hate him, to see the bad side of him so I could be fuelled into getting him put in jail.