I meant to behave but there were too many other options
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I sat still as my hands were cuffed at an awkward angle to the metal desk, the only sounds filling the rooms were my shallow breathing and the rhythmic tick of a clock. The room was lacking any and all sunlight, and the only mirror was one way so I was stuck staring at my reflection.

I know at any minute some highty tidy detective would come in here and tell me my options, I narrowed them down to two in my head. Snitch and come clean about all the things Lucien has done or prison. Obviously, I wasn't planning on ratting out my husband nor anyone in my mafia family but rotting away in prison the rest of my life isn't exactly what I had in mind for a honeymoon.

I mean deep down I have always wanted to know what being in prison is like, and I know that if I was sent there I would rule that bitch like it was a middle school. But I would also be dick deprived for like ever and that is not something I can deal with. My dick addiction is part of my personality and I was told to never let anyone change who I was.

Then right as the large hand hit the 12, the metal door unlocked and a woman with long brown hair and what appeared to be a low sex drive walked in and pulled up a chair and sat across from me. "Its Kiara Blackwell right?" She asked as she folded her hands together into a kindergarten teacher fold. She wanted to rile me up, but I have watched enough true crime shows to know all the detective's tricks.

"I want like a lawyer" I smiled as I copied her actions "It's my right after all". I wasn't planning on making this easy on them, they ruined my wedding and arrested Lucien so my butt is boiling.

she nodded and said calmly "of course". A few moments later my lawyer came in, and she was like a night in fucking shining armor. Beth stood there in a pantsuit and heels, a black briefcase in her hand.

I thought this bitch got arrested.

I stared at her and she gave me a wink before her face went serious. "I would like a few private moments alone with my client." She said sternly and the detective let out a frustrated breath before leaving.

beth took the place where she was sitting and I leaned forward. "Bitch why aren't you in jail right now?" I joked "and also I thought you were like a prostitute no offense" she laughed and flipped her hair.

"Well it's not exactly a crime to attend a wedding, is it? and I do love sex but I don't make people pay for my amazing skills, even though this body is worth millions." I laughed at that and she continued "I am one of Lucien's lawyers, and I'm here to help your ass."

biting my lip I asked, "How is he doing?"

she sighed and looked around before focusing back to me "they are interrogating the shit out of him, asking about drugs and about how he bought and kidnapped you. But he isn't saying nothing and the only thing he has said is 'let Kiara go'" her eyes stared directly into mine and I got what her eyes. "Will he confess in order for me to go free?" I asked in worry

If that pussy fucker sacrifices himself for me I will kill him

She nodded, and I was about to respond when the detective bitch came back in, beth gave her the finger but she didn't see it as beth walked over to my side of the table. "Now that you two are accompanied with each other, Id like to start the questions," she said as she flipped open her brown folder and took out a picture.

she laid it in front of me, and asked: "do you recognize her?". It was a picture of me, my missing person's report to be exact. Beth sat up, and spoke, "what is the relevance of showing her a picture of herself? My client has been sitting here for hours, and if no charges are being pressed she will be leaving."

"the relevance is that this woman, Kiara Blackwell was reported missing by her friends on agust 20th after she vanished for a year only to resurface as the fiance to a major crime boss"the detective smiled "She stopped showing up for work, apartment left vacant and her phone line dead. Kiara can you explain that to me"

I looked over towards Beth and she nodded, her eyes telling me hidden words. Of course, I was gonna lie, Lucien and I had a talk about what to do if he were to ever be arrested. I mean I never assumed it would happen but to assume makes an ass out of u and me.

"what can I say, I wanted more than just a shitty apartment and a minimum wage job. So I packed up my shit, changed my number, lost contact with everyone from my old life and moved. Is that a crime?"

"except your mother? Your husband had her moved over to a hospital in LA."

sighing I said, "my mother is a drugged up physico who stares out the window 23 hours a day, but she is still my mom and I wanted to know she was safe and close."

she instantly shot back an answer "So you're agreeing that you and Lucien were married before? Sources say you were forced into that marriage is that correct."

Beth growled, "my client will not be answering that-"

"yes Lucien and I got married a year ago, I knew what I wanted and so did he so we decided we weren't gonna waste time. And as for your 'sources' saying I was forced into marriage, they are false. But you want it to be true because you for some reason think we have done something wrong and that my husband is this terrible person. Am I correct?"

Beth smiled my way and settled in her seat, while she leaned forward. "We don't think he has done something wrong we know. Kiara everything would be easier if you cooperated."

I then asked, "what evidence do you have on Lucien O'Rihley or anyone else that you have arrested?". I watched her as she cleared her throat, in false courage. "I am not at liberty to share that information-"

smiling I sat back in my chair and interrupted her "did you hear that Bethy these detectives ain't got shit."

"we do" the detective retorted. "no you don't" I smiled right back

"yes we have evidence"

"NO YOU DONT"

"yes"

"NoPe with a cappital P"

"we do." she finally snapped as she leaned forward "we have video proof that you killed a man with glass at a gas station, we have confessions from druggies that confirm Lucien as the so-called drug king and confessions of human traffickers that said they remember you and how you were sold as a prostitute. So Kiara I personally am gonna make sure your husband rots in prison for the rest of his god damn life."

scoffing I said "firstly it was self-defense, second are confessions from druggies even usable? and lastly did you know there are supposedly seven people that look like me. Everyone has doppelgangers." she stared at me as I shot down every shred of evidence she had "so you arrested me with shit evidence and expected me to confess, and snitch out Lucien so you have a stronger case against us?"

"if you confess and testify against him you would serve 15 years instead of life in"

Beth then said "for what? If you have no proof she has done anything."

"Kiara you are an accomplice to so many of Luciens crimes I don't have enough fingers to count them. Even if you yourself haven't committed the crimes Lucien still has, and Lucien has made a lot of enemies and a lot of people would love to see him behind bars."

"why do you need my confession so badly?"

"Because you had a front passenger side view of everything that's happened over this year."
Beth intervened "Kiara without your testimony there case is weakened."

"No. We are saying that if you testify then it's done, he goes to jail and you get your life back. If you don't- we will just keep coming for him, and coming for you until we have enough to put you all away."

I had no idea what to do, for the first time ever I was completely clueless. I had no snotty remarks and no answer. I couldn't brake Omertà. Break the code and die, break the code and you get your face broken. Simple as that.

I stayed silent, my eyes rested down on the hands as I fiddled them. "Let me talk to him." I finally said, as I brought my gaze to stare into her eyes.

The detective sighed and crossed her legs under the table "I'm afraid that that isn't possible." She smiled slightly, I think she thinks she's gotten to me.

I sat up straight, and looked over at Beth and she nodded and stood up. "Then we will be leaving. No charges have been pressed, so if you would so kindly unchain my client as she has done nothing wrong."

The detective looked back, towards the one way mirror before gathering her things and walking out. Coming back shortly with the handcuff keys and a scowl. "You can see him on one condition."

"And what is that?" Beth spoke for me.

The detective crossed her arms over her chest "You consider testifying"

Beth looked at me, and I looked at her and she came close to my ear "agree, you will say that you will consider it then see what Lucien tells you to do. Okay?" Beths words were clean and precise and I nodded before looking towards the bitch I hated the most in the world right now.

"Okay I will consider testifying" I breathed but what I said in my head involved the words.  'okay' and 'stupid' and 'pig.'

"Follow me Mrs.Blackwell." She scowled as I stood up, feeling the ache from my tired legs.

"It's Mrs.O'Rihley. Now let me see my husband."

Oh I got a real good feeling something bad about to happen.