“Police! Open the door!” demands a gruff voice.
My eyes almost pop out of my head.
Did I just hear right?
The police are here.
Liev pushes to his feet with his face contorted in rage and his nostrils flared.
“Why are the police here Liev?” I ask.
“We have to get out of here,” he answers then shocks me as he grabs my hand.
He tries to usher me toward the back door of his apartment, but I pull back.
“My clothes, Liev. I can’t go outside like this.”
“Come on,” he roars. “You want to spend the rest of your life in prison?”
“What! What are you talking about? Why would that happen to me?”
“You know what, fuck this. Stay if you want.” He releases my hand getting ready to leave me.
He manages one step before the door crashes open and the police rush in with guns.
Actual guns. Some look like machine guns.
Liev still tries to run, but he’s stopped by two military looking officers who have him on the ground in seconds. One holds him down while the other handcuffs him.
All this time, I’m staring, shell-shocked wanting to scream and wake from this nightmare but can’t.
“Liev Ivanov you are under arrest for drug dealing, racketeering, money laundering, assisting burglary, and preventing the course of justice,” the officer who handcuffed him says and begins reading him his rights.
Drug dealing, racketeering, money laundering, assisting a burglary, and preventing the course of justice.
What the fuck?
The man I’ve been dating for the last six months couldn’t be guilty of all of that.
Or could he?
Maybe this is the damn thing my gut was telling me.
Oh my God. I’ve been dating a criminal.
“Come with us Miss.” One of the officers says snapping me out of my daze.
“Me?” I point to myself. “No, no I didn’t do anything.”
“You can either come with us the easy way or we can arrest you.”
“Arrest?” I can barely get the word out. This can’t be happening to me.
“Which will it be?”
“I’ll go,” I reply in the weakest voice and I fall into a nightmare as I’m carted away in my stupid sexy lingerie.
Chapter3