Breaking away
"Think about what I'm offering you here, [Name]. The chance to redeem yourself. To keep your job. Would you really throw all that away for a scumbag like him?"
You stared contemplatively at the miniature microphone that twiddled lazily between your thumb and forefinger.
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Would you?
A few months back the answer would have been obvious. Hell the answer should still be obvious... After all, you had never been the kind of girl to bend over backwards for anyone. It was even a source of pride for you that you had never put a man before yourself. You were too independent for anything like that. You came first. That's how it had always stood in relationships. Always.
So what you should be doing right now is standing in front of your boss saying 'Yes sir. Yes I will happily wear your wire, waltz into the Varia mansion and get you the evidence you need to go after the biggest mafia families in Italy.' Sure it would be dangerous, but when has that ever stopped you.
Yeah. That's what you should be doing. And yet here you were. Sitting in your apartment (one that you sure as hell couldn't afford if you don't keep your job...) staring at the tiny piece of technology that represented your dilemma.
Your days of living a double life had ended. Your worlds had collided and if you wanted to make it through this storm you had had to choose. Which one would you keep and which would you cut away?
On one hand, a good, decently paid, exciting, respectable job where you actually got to make a difference to the world. On the other, a loud mouthed, egotistical criminal.
No contest, right?
But for some reason, every time you had made your decision your mind flew back to those passionate nights spent together. To the raw thrill that ran through when you saw him at work. The fierce delight that you obtained from your verbal spars. The butterflies that erupted in your stomach whenever you set eyes on him. The strange comfort you drew from his presence.
No so very long ago, you had been forced to admit to yourself that perhaps your relationship with Squalo had evolved from the purely physical one it had started out with. But hell, that didn't mean you were in love with the guy or anything!
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Right?
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Why did your chest tighten at that thought?
Which to choose...
And yet another little spoonfull of angst. I do appologise - but I felt that last drabble really needed a conclusion to it, so still one or two more drabbles to go to finish off this section of the story, and then we will be angst free, I promise! I Also appologise for the lack of Squalo in these last two - he'll be in the next one I promise! .