"Are you ready?" Seth asked.
Charlene held up her fake ID. Everything she had never wanted was happening. She had laid low for four months after that night she had blown up. She could hide forever in that house but she didn't wanna live like that. She still felt like a prisoner.
"Charlene Rollins," she smirked. "You couldn't help yourself, could you?"
"You asked for it back in the days," he reminded her. "And I think you make a great wife. We're on our way on our honeymoon. Private jet and all."
"Nice cover. I still can't believe you're going with me," she said.
"Believe me," he kissed her temple.
"And you're not just pretending, right? You're not going along to make sure I'll actually go and then you'll go home again?" She asked.
"Babe," he pulled her close. "I love you so fucking much. I can still be a reporter in Panama and send my work via mail. I just wanna be with you."
Roman stopped the car and sighed. He knew Seth was never coming back. It had been a hard choice but in the end love had won. Seth and Charlene would be safe together somewhere else. They all exited the car and Roman bear hugged Seth.
"I'm gonna miss you, man," he said.
"Me too, big fellow," Seth said.
"I'm gonna come visit from time to time. You won't get rid of me entirely," Roman said.
"Our door is always open," Seth said.
"Now get on the fucking jet before I change my mind and drag you back home with me," Roman said.
He pulled Charlene in for a bear hug as well.
"Take care of him," he whispered.
"I will," she whispered back.
"And I'm expecting a Christmas card," he chuckled.
"Christmas and birthday cards. I promise," she chuckled back.
He dried his eyes and smiled. His best friend was leaving and it was both a sad and a happy moment.
"Go!" He mouthed.
They ran from the car to the private jet. They had done what they usually did when they helped inmates getting new lives. Only difference was that Seth was leaving too. There was a house waiting for them in Panama and a job offer for her to clean for a rich couple while Seth could work from anywhere in the world.
"All set?" The pilot looked at them.
"All set, Jericho," Seth said. "Get us out of here."
"Will do, mr. Rollins," Jericho answered.
"You seem to know each other well," she said.
"Just another one of our guys," Seth said.
He pulled her down on a seat and wrapped his arms around her.
"I can't believe I'm actually doing this. It's fucking crazy," he said.
"I love you, Seth," she said.
She climbed up on his lap, straddled him and placed her hands behind his neck.
"I love you too," he said.
"So," she grinded her crotch against his. "What do you say we join the mile high club?"
"You're fucking on, babe!" He laughed.