Page 38 of Dima
“How are we going to do this?”
She spoke against my lips, both of us afraid to pull away.
“I don’t know. Just give me a chance to fix it.”
I got up from my seat and dialed Fitz’s number. He was the one who got me into this shit. He’d better have a way to get us both out of it. A way that didn’t involve me losing half of my heart due to Maeve walking away.
The phone only rang twice before Fitz’s smug ass answered. I could hear the cockiness in his voice. I knew this conversation wouldn’t go my way, but I needed to at least hear what he had to say.
“I just left my father’s house. He told me everything. That you two have been working together to set me up from the jump. What was the reason for all of this?”
“To take Bishop Moore down. That was the only goal. I didn’t mean for you to get caught in the crossfire, Walker, but it was the way your father wanted it. We have been trying to get this guy for years. You were our only way in. I’m sorry.”
“The fuck you mean, you’re sorry? This is a war now. This is more than taking Bishop down. Innocent people will lose their lives tonight if we don’t step in.”
“Walker, I suggest you get out of there. There is no we. This mission is over. Outside of you, your father and I are the only ones who know what has happened here. There will be no help for you, and this is the last time I’ll answer your call. Don’t call me again.”
Fitz hung up in my face, and I let out a scream I’d been holding in. I let all the pieces fall together and realized just how much my father didn’t give a fuck about me. I’d been played from the very beginning—the fight at D Bar, the attempted hit on Bishop, the raid at the border meet. They were all pieces to a larger puzzle.
The FBI was trying to incite a war that they could use as a catalyst for the RICO they’d been building on Bishop. They wanted to put him away for life, and I had helped them. How was I supposed to ever get Maeve to forgive me for that?
“Fuck! They burned me. I don’t want to hide anything else from you, but I need you to give me time to figure out what to do next.”
Maeve got up from the couch and walked over to me. The tears that brimmed her lids when she walked in were now falling down her face. All of this was because of me.
“Dima, this whole situation is fucked up. How much do they know?”
“They know everything that has happened since I joined the crew, but all of it was orchestrated. I can argue against it. Bishop did a lot of shit before I came undercover, but none of it can be proven. They needed me to take him down from the inside. I was their trojan horse.”
“So, you basically gave them everything they need to send my father away for good?”
“Yeah. I built this case perfectly, but I can also tear it all down. I promise I’m going to fix this. I’m out here by myself, but I’m all I need.”
“If my father goes to prison, I will never forgive you. But right now, you are not alone. I’m here with you, and we can do this together.”
I couldn’t let her make that decision without giving her all the details. Maeve didn’t even know my real name, let alone how we ended up where we are now. I owed her the truth.
“I can’t ask you to stick by me through this without telling you everything.”
“So tell me. This may be the only time we have left. Don’t waste it.”
I took Maeve’s hand and led her back over to the couch. I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. Her body stiffened, letting me know she didn’t really want to be there, but she didn’t move. I was grateful for that.
“My real name is Dmitri Walker. My father is Detrick Walker, head of investigation for the Jackson Mississippi FBI. I went undercover to get away from him. I wanted out of this city, and closing your father’s case would give me that.
“If I closed this case, I would not only be able to pick my next field office, but it would also come with a promotion. I wanted that move so badly that I was blind to the strings my father was pulling behind my back. I feel so guilty for dragging you into this shit, Maeve.”
“All of this was for a promotion and a chance to move?”
“Yes, for the most part. I also wanted to prove to my pops that I could do something that he couldn’t. He been trying to catch Bishop for years and never even got close. I hated him so much I wanted to beat him at his own game.”
“If you hate your father so much, why not just move and get assigned to a new field office that way?”
“It’s not that simple. Not only am I a young agent, but I am also a legacy. I come from a family of FBI agents, and my family name carries weight. I needed to close this case to give myself enough credibility to stand on my own.”
“I get that, I guess.”
She looked down in her lap instead of at me. I could see the hurt still prominent on her face. Even the way she sat on my lap said she was unsure about me.
