38- we had a deal

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Tyler stopped in front of his apartment, parking the car against the curb after making sure the street was free from cops and his bosses. We were there two hours early, and would use those two hours to our advantage.

I grabbed Tyler's hand as we walked up to his apartment. After twisting the key, he opened the door to reveal the place I was once a prisoner in. It was dark and looked exactly same, minus just one change.

Someone else was in there, sitting on the couch watching television.

"Oh hey, you're home." The young woman stood up and turned to face us, wearing a gray jacket and tight jeans. I instantly recognized the long blonde locks framing her face, and the blue eyes that instantly looked down at Tyler and I's interlocking fingers. I didn't notice how tight my grip had become until Tyler gently squeezed, and I reluctantly started to relax.

"You must be the girl that fucked everything up." She said, her voice high and bitchy-sounding. Or maybe that was just how I heard it since I had a biased hatred towards her.

"You fucking bitch-" I loosed my hand to get out of Tyler's grip but he just tightened his, reeling me back after I took a step forward.

"What are you doing here, Mariah?" Tyler demanded as I continued to struggle.

"Just making sure you don't try anything." She replied.

Gone were our chances of procuring an exit, since Tyler's fire escape still didn't exist. We were going to tie some rope outside of a window that could act as a secondary escape if the meeting went south. Better yet, we had even considered setting some traps in case they decided to attack us, but now we had nothing.

I stopped struggling when I realized it was useless and stepped back to stand beside Tyler, keeping my body close to his as if to remind her that he was mine. I resisted my urge to punch her in the face and just glared venomously at her as she continued to stand poised by the couch.

"Is she the reason you want out, Ty?" Mariah asked, her voice holding a twinge of hurt from being rejected.

"Yes."

I smiled darkly, the satisfaction of his answer making me lift one cocky eyebrow at her.

"And here I thought that it would be me." She replied sadly, her perfect pink lips twisting into a frown.

"You thought wrong." I shot, though she didn't even glance my way. Since the moment that I had first walked in, she had yet to take her eyes away from Tyler. If it weren't for his hand still in mine, I would be much more pissed about it.

"You know they're not just gonna let you go, right?" Mariah reminded him.

"I know. But I have to try."

Mariah nodded her head once in acknowledgement before she walked closer over to us. She stopped directly in front of Tyler, and my possessiveness had me leaning into him more to remind her not to touch him. "Do you have it?"

Tyler reached into his pocket to get the watch. He handed it to her along with the two pieces of jewelry. After inspecting them, Mariah got out her phone and dialed a number.

"They have it." She said into the receiver before hanging up. Then she turned to us again, motioning to the couch after putting the items on a side table. "Why don't we all have a seat while we wait."

"Fine." Tyler pulled on my hand to lead me to the couch despite my reluctance. I was practically dragging my feet over to the couch where I sat on the opposite end as Mariah. Tyler was stuck in the middle, making sure to sit closer to my side. Still, I saw their knees were only inches apart and I found myself glaring at her bare leg to make sure it stayed right where it was.

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