Lincoln driving moved his free hand across the gearshift to Olivia's knee, squeezing it with a small smile. Nika spoke; "What happens when you get to Mexico? Where will you go?"

Olivia turned back, "I'm going to pimp these two bitches out and get me some mean green," her tone sounded dead serious while keeping her eyes fixed on Michael.

"Livia... Not funny," Michael exhaled, but felt Olivia's hand smacking him, "Olivia why!"

"Hoe don't bitch talk me..." her eyes mean, glaring to Michael.

A Sedan was coming up behind them quickly. Made Lincoln nervous. "We've got company..." His voice had a ring to it.
"What the hell's he doing?" Lincoln snapped seeing the car on their ass. "Hold on! Hold on!" Lincoln braced his hands on the steering wheel.

"Who is it? Who is it?" Michael asked trying to keep an idea, he kept looking Nika, but she looked so scared.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "its Bellick!" she then gasped, "And Geary!" her eyes narrowed.

Michael felt them hit their car again, "Hold on, hold on!"

"I am going to puke!" Olivia called as the car was now forced off the road into a tree, Olivia grabbing the dashboard to stop her head going through the glass.

When the car stopped itself by force of the tree. Lincoln almost hit his head off the steering wheel.
He looked to Olivia making sure she was okay, before Michael and Nika.
"We've gotta book it, fast!" He said seriously.
Nika was panicking. "What's going on?"

Olivia was still holding her head getting out of the car, but she heard the gunshots and ducked, "For fuck sake!" she muttered seeing Bellick moving quickly.

"Nobody move," he held the gun high, "Nobody move!" he kept his voice commanding.

Olivia watched Bellick, "Really," she her eyes looking him over, "Really!"

"Oh, good to see you again, peaches..." Bellick eyed up the clothes she was wearing, "love what you've done with the hair..."

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Oh shut up," she kept still her eyes still on the gun.

"No need for anyone to get hurt, Boss." Lincoln said sharply.
"Boss? No need for formalities anymore there, Sink. I'm no longer an employee of the state, thanks to you." Bellick continued speaking. Looking between the three of them and Nika.
Nika looked scared, standing beside Michael like he'd protect her, realize his love for her and take her to Mexico.
Geary was standing behind Bellick, looking over Olivia. "Hey Honey." He winked at her smugly.

"Oh, oh god," Olivia held her mouth, "I'm gonna boot," she turned around trying to not have Geary look at her, plus the fact of him anywhere near her, made her want to be violently sick.

"I think somebody wants that reward." Michael kept trying to shake Nika off him; she was turning into a needy chick, aka the little puppy that keeps humping your leg, even after you kick it halfway across the room.

"Oh, it's not about reward money, friend. Your pal Manche told me all about your little treasure hunt for Westmoreland's stash. Get in the car. We're going to Utah." Bellick laughed while looking to all of them feeling the man.

"All the cops all over the country when all they had to do was tail the tail, you know. Move that money-maker, sweetheart." Bellick said to Nika.
"Move it! Move it!" Geary snapped he was holding up his shotgun. Looking darkly at all of them.
"If you know about the money in Utah, why do you need us?" Lincoln asked curiously. He kept close to Olivia. His eyes narrowing at Geary.
"In all the excitement of the escape, Manche didn't hear all Westmoreland said before the old bird kicked the bucket, but he heard enough." Bellick said.
Lincoln felt Geary push him toward the hood of the car, after seeing the head light broken. He shifted pushing a piece of it under the tire.

Michael kept looking to Bellick, Olivia had charged at him but he grabbed her quicker before she could hit him, "you fat ass, dirty scum, car killing fuck wank stain cunt!" Olivia felt his hand holding her hair.

Michael stepped forward, but Bellick put the gun to Olivia's temple. "Don't even think about getting cute, smartass. Now you and your brother are gonna take me right to where that money is or the whore gets dead real fast. Ask me if I'm bluffing."

Olivia glanced to him, "Do it, do it!" her voice mocking, "I dare you!"

"Olivia! NO!" Lincoln said quickly. Standing seriously, "Don't! We'll cooperate!" His voice was trying to remain calm. Glancing from Bellick to Geary.
"Awh, I never saw you as the caring type, Sink." Geary snapped at him. Bellick pushed Olivia into the back of the car.

Olivia glanced to Michael and Nika, her eyes glaring to Geary, "Well I know he was the caring type, when he punched you in the face, you no good wannabe rapist!"

"Olivia, shut up!" Michael snapped trying to keep everything calm, but he knew she was going to ignore him anyway.

David kept looking over to Layla, they were driving down the road, The Iranian government promises to forge ahead with its nuclear program. In national news, the nine escaped convicts from Fox River Penitentiary in Illinois are still at la- Quickly David changed the station, a country song playing softly.

Layla looked surprised at the sudden change in radio. "Hey, I was listening to that!" She glanced at him. Hearing John Denver's 'Country Roads.' started on the speakers.

"Yeah, I wanna hear this." he kept listening to the lyrics of the song, he kept thinking how this was the kind of music his mother used to listen to in the kitchen while making dinner, he thought about his parents. What was they thinking of him right now?

Layla scoffed, disbelieving him, "Really? YOU like John Denver?" She tried not to laugh and keep a straight face. She kept glancing from Scott to the road and back. John Denver's voice was singing.

David broke into a smile, he knew he was going to have to get whimsical, so he inhaled listening to the famous chorus starting, he sung over in a very over the top manner. "Country ho! Take me home...to your place...I've got cash...country ho... In West Virginia...take me home, my country ho!" he kept looking to Layla while she drove.

Layla burst out laughing, biting her lip. She was kinda-sorta-really starting to like this guy, maybe in more than a carpooling kind of way. She tried to keep herself from laughing. "Scott, don't quit your day job... Really, please." She grinned.

"What, I think I would be awesome, audition and become the next American Idol..." he laughed while looking to Layla. "No, I just need a little tequila to get my karaoke on." he kept laughing, but see the cop car, "Yo, slow down, slow down..."

Layla glanced at her speed, "Scott, we're going like sixty-five... In a sixty zone..." She looked from him back to the road, but when he told her to slow down the second time she kind of glared. "Alright! Dad!" She scoffed darkly. Slowing down as the passed the second squad car.

David exhaled feeling better, "You know, we can't be havin' that, man. Tickets are like, 200 bones." he kept a smile now, "Plus, I don't want to rush the trip, we're gonna have some badass fun."

"Bad ass fun you say? Care to elaborate what kind of bad ass fun a Honda Civic and a lotta highway can bring?" Layla kept looking over him, trying to place his face, but kept drawing blanks.

"I never thought I'd say this, Scofield, but I thank God for the day you walked into Fox River." Bellick kept looking over Michael as they pulled over for a pee break.
"And outta it!" Geary called a few meters away, taking a leak.

Olivia stood against the side of the car looking to Michael and then turning to Lincoln, "I really, really want to just..." she muttered making a hand choking motion, "Her!" she pointed to Nika who was acting like an annoying bitch.

Michael sighed, he kept looking to Nika, "It's gonna be okay." he tried to calm her down.

Nika looked pissed off with Michael, "I don't wanna hear from you right now. You told me nothing would happen. You promised me." Her accent tick as she turned storming back into the Sedan. Crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh, that's one pissed off commie you got on your hands there, Scofield. Didn't your mama tell you how to treat a lady? Or was she a whore like this one?" Bellick asked looking at Michael.
Lincoln hissed, bolting forward at Bellick who raised and cocked his shotgun. "Got a problem there, Burrows?" He snapped.
As Geary came over his gun raised too.
"We only need one of you to take us to the money. Remember that." His voice was growing darker. But his eyes were back, looking over Olivia and her body.

Olivia kept her eyes on Geary, "seriously, you maybe holding a shotgun, but you make a move on me, by God I will rip your sad excuse for a sack from your body, and feed it to you!" she stormed back into the car also, she didn't like this, but wasn't going to blame Michael or Lincoln for it.

When it was established the tire had gone flat, Bellick looked pissed off, "What kind of son of a bitch doesn't have a spare tire in his car!" He snapped.
"The kind that all ready used IT!" Geary glared.
"Then you're just the sad sack that has to go back into town and get a new one." He nodded.
"That's THREE miles!" Geary gasped. "That's right." Bellick snapped.
Geary looking pissed off, turned around and started walking toward the direction they'd come from.
"Alright, everyone out, this way. Come on." He pointed.

Olivia started to walk in front of Michael and Nika, she really was getting sick of her attitude.

Michael kept close to her, he didn't like making people upset, and he always wanted to fix things, "Careful." he was holding Nika trying to stop her falling over.

"Don't touch me!" Nika hissed at him, pushing away from him, looking narrow eyed at him.
When Michael told her to 'Just relax.' it made her snap even more at him; "You know, I believed everything you told me, and I did everything you asked. I risked my life for you. For what, for TEN THOUSAND dollars I risked my life? And this entire time you had Five MILLION just waiting there. You're a bastard, Michael!" She stormed off in front of him, but evening pushing passed Olivia.
"Hey, watch it." Lincoln snapped at Nika, he was beside Olivia. Who'd almost been plowed over by the pissy stripper wife of his little brother.
Nika stuck Lincoln the finger without looking back.
"For all that aggravation, I hope you get to hit that a few times, Scofield. Ba-ba-boom. We're gonna wait it out in that shack." Bellick pointed out.

"Ew!" Olivia looked to Bellick, "Michael would never, I mean never fuck a whore," she nodded, "I mean, does he look like he needs to pay for sex?" she nodded, "Yeah, so," she pointed.

Michael tried to keep calm, "Olivia, do you have to exacerbate things?" he looked as she turned around to watch him.

It was the point where Olivia didn't really care, "well, did you, or did you not, fuck the whore?"

Michael froze, "No, I never have, never will, I don't like Nika like that Olivia!"

"So why didn't you marry a nice girl? A simple girl? Maybe with half a brain... Desperate enough to go along with your escape plan and bring you great sammitches, in the process?" Lincoln glanced back to his brother. Getting closer to a falling down shack in the middle of the woods.

"Because she was already in Prison..." Michael snapped to his brother.

Olivia kept still, her hand now smacking the back of Michael's head, "you are such a cock, you know that Michael..." storming off in front of them again.

Michael rubbed the back of his head; "I just can't win with woman today!"

"Couldn't win 'em in Prison either." Bellick was standing behind Michael, "I mean, sure the Ginger left the door open for you, but now where is she? Nowhere in the picture and the Blonde with the lollipop fetish... You didn't have a chance!" He snickered.

Olivia now sitting on a dirty floor, with her hands behind her back, tied to a pipe, she kept looking to the wall. "You know, if I wanted kinky bondage fun, I could of stayed home..." she inhaled looking to the door, "Mike, your wife is a bitch..."

Michael sighed; he looked to Lincoln beside Olivia, "Stop stressing. It doesn't do any good." he kept his tone down.

Olivia laughed, "Says you!" she snapped watching Lincoln struggle.

"Maybe you oughta start stressing if they're gonna put a bullet in our heads." Lincoln kept struggling, Nika and Bellick nowhere in sight. "She's rolling, man. I can feel it." He exhaled, feeling his wrists cutting under the rope.

Having pulled off to a rest stop, Layla talked on her cell phone, leaning against the hood of her car. They were Twenty miles from Gunnison. "Yeah, I don't know, no we're okay... Yes, yes... Love you too...Gotta go! " She flipped her cell phone shut. Exhaling, leaning her head back, feeling the sun beating down on her.

David walked back after taking a leak, he felt better now getting all that pee out of his bladder, he kept looking around himself being cool, he glanced over Layla on her phone, feeling nervous, "Who was that?" he asked feeling edgy, not sure if she knew he was lying or not.

Layla looked back to Scott, slipping the phone back into her jean shorts pocket. "Just my dad, making sure everything was okay, you know with them Fox River guys still at large, he's nervous." She laughed it off, "Do you mind if we stop at the next motel?" She yawned a small yawn.

David inhaled, "It's only like, 4:00." he kept looking serious while playing with his hoodie, he didn't want to stop, he didn't want her to be looking at him the way she was looking at him right now.

Layla exhaled slowly, "Yeah... And we've been driving for hours." Layla lent away from the hood of the car. Turning to fully look at him, tilting her head just slightly.

David inhaled, if they stopped in a motel, it would be staying in one place, people to see him, people who will in fact know who he really was. David shifted from one foot to another, walking towards the driver's side of the car. "That's cool, I'll drive." he tried to smile through his panic.

Layla watched him, the keys to the car in her other hand, "Scott, I just really wanna stop..." She didn't want to sound like a bitch, as she kept watching him.

David inhaled looking to the side of the road more, kept shifting more, he didn't like he was showing all the signs of being nervous. "But if we get on the road now, mayb..."

Layla kind of snapped, giving him a strange look, "Scott!" She paused, "It's my car and I'm really SICK of being in it, okay?" She walked closer to him, well more the driver side door.

David watched her face, she did look tired, and so he walked over to her slowly, being really careful not to get her mad, he placed his hand onto her shoulder. "I'm sorry, just," he inhaled, "I just want to get this over with and all." he looked into her eyes for a second before letting go, heading for the passenger seat getting into the car quietly.

Bellick came back into the room with Nika, looking at the guys. "If you two need'a use the can, hold it." He glared before looking over Olivia. Feeling nervous, trying to be a man, but with balls that small it was hard to be anything. "As for you and you." He glanced to Nika. "If you two gotta tinkle. I'll watch you sweet peas any time." He pushed Nika down, tying her up before leaving.
"Took you long enough." Lincoln sniped at her and Nika hissed at him. "It takes time to gain a mans confidence." She looked at Michael, "you're right. He'll bite on anything I say. You just tell me where we trap him, and I'll tell him that's where the money is."

"I am so holding my pee to the point of a bladder infection, cos there is no way in hell!"" Olivia kept looking to Michael paying attention to Nika, "right, the whole trusting her thing..." her eyes looked passed Lincoln to Nika, "You know, you play us, I'll cut your tits off!"

Michael rolled his eyes, "Olivia, do you really, have, to, be, a bitch!" he snapped at her.

Olivia inhaled, tilted her head a little, "Bellick!" she screamed, "I need to pee real bad!"

"Well, Honey..." Bellick had come back into the room, smirking a little. Lincoln was glaring daggers at him.
"If you even remotely try anything..." He started up but Bellick pointed at him. "Shut your face Linc, before I slit your throat." He cut Olivia's ties pulling her up.

"Don't worry, he won't do anything stupid," Olivia kept smiling to Bellick, her face kept watching him, "but seriously, you're not watching me take a pee..." she inhaled, "I have a shy bladder, ask Michael, he knows..."

"Livia..." Michael kept his tone sharp, "Not the time for Michael Olivia memory lane..."

"He's just upset, cos he thinks I'm gonna say how we broke into Linc's drink cabinet, and got complete drunk, and he tried to..."

"Olivia!" Michael snapped, "Shut up!"

Lincoln's eyes narrowed, looking darkly toward his little brother, exhaling a sharp breath.
Before Bellick pushed Olivia toward the door. "Get going and piss! Don't waste my time strolling down memory lane!" He glared his voice dark.
"I can't believe you never told me this!" Lincoln snapped.

Michael watched as Bellick took Olivia away, "It was my birthday, you forgot, and Olivia said it would be fun," he inhaled, "That was a sixteenth birthday, I am not in a rush to remember..." he closed his eyes thinking of how they kissed, and he told her it was like kissing a brother, and she spent the next three hours crying.

"I didn't forget, Michael... I never forgot but honestly, what the hell was I suppose to do, happy birthday brother, I got nothing for you..." Lincoln shifted awkwardly his hands tied awkwardly. He looked away from Michael, looking forward toward the door.

Michael kept feeling himself moving on the pole, the ropes cutting into his wrist, "Well, you could of been there," he stated while watching Olivia and Bellick coming back, her struggling in his arms.

"Bitch," he sat her down, "I'll be lucky I don't just kill you..." he pushed her back on the floor, she kept glaring at him, "you're lucky I didn't force feed you the god damn phone!" she hissed.

"What the hell happened?" Lincoln said darkly, looking at Bellick before Olivia, Bellick looked tight lipped about it.
"I have to pee..." Nika said slowly as Bellick tied Olivia back to the pipe extra right. Hissing.
"Fucking fuck." He cut her ropes, pulling her up and pushing her out the door.
"What happened?" Lincoln looked at Olivia.

"When did phones get so smart?" her eyes going to Michael, then her eyes going to Lincoln the other side, "He was recording me, on the toilet..." she shivered, "I knew he was a creep, but that takes the god damn cake!" she glanced to Lincoln before resting her head on his shoulder, "I hate the world now, it's gotten so bad." her eyes going to Michael, "I, are you even sure we can trust her?"

"She'll get it done. Nika and I have come too far together." Michael kept his cool.

"When money's on the line, you trust no one." Lincoln said looking to his brother, he left over and kissed the top of Olivia's head, exhaling slowly. "It's okay... We'll get vengeance on his fat ass." He nodded.

Michael sighed, he didn't like that Lincoln was so negative, "Sometimes you have to." he replied, he could see Olivia starting at him.

Her head shook, "Not if you wanna survive, you don't." her tone dry.

For a second Michael looked from Olivia, to his brother who didn't seem to disagree with what Olivia was saying. "You really don't trust anyone, do you?" he felt his eyes on his brother, "The both of you..."

"Hello, married A douche bag, who married me, just to keep a car!" Olivia snapped out.

"Can you blame me, after everything that's happened Michael? And I don't just mean in prison I mean before, every time I trusted someone, I got burned. Every time I got close to someone, I got screwed. I know better, and so should you." His eyes were narrowed at his brother.

Standing inside the tiny room of the Lotus Motel, Layla was once again on her cell phone, Scott wasn't around.
"That's right, the Lotus Motel. I don't know the number. I can't talk anymore, I have to go. Love you." Layla smiled, closing the phone, typical father, always worrying about her.

David walked into the room, he had something to drink, Ice placing them down on a table looking to Layla, she looked edgy, he didn't like it, he brushed his hand into his hair, it felt slick and greasy, he didn't like it one bit, he looked over Layla, "Well, check it, I know this might be a little forward and all, but uh...let me ask you somethin'. You got a man? I mean, a boyfriend? No, what am I think? You're Mormon, you gotta..." he paused feeling awkward now.

Layla's jaw dropped, staring at him, blinking slowly. "I'm not a Mormon, Scott! You think all girls from Utah are Mormons?" She exhaled. Looking over the guy she was carpooling with.

David really did put his foot into it hard this time, he wished he wasn't such a failure when it came to girls, he wasn't good before being on the run, let alone after, he kept watching her face, "They are, aren't they?" he asked, but he watched while she walked into the bathroom slamming the door in his face, "That means you can party right?" he asked standing on the other side of the door, he sighed feeling like a big jerk going to the bed sitting down.

Olivia kept counting the cracks in the wall, her eyes looking around taking in all the details, her fingers feeling numb now, her eyes avoiding both Lincoln and Michael, and started to hum always look on the bright side of life. The fact was, she really wondered if all this was going to be worth it.

The door swung open, loudly. Nika being pushed roughly back onto the floor, Bellick looking ticked off.
"My daddy always said 'Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and I put you in the ground'. Any more games and I stop the hooker's air, understand?" He barked, retying Nika tightly to the pipe.
Nika looked from Lincoln to Michael and back to Bellick.
"Thanks for the dance, sweet pea." He touched the side of her face sickly.
Turning around his hand going to his knife.
Lincoln had gotten up quickly, soundlessly, his wrists cut from the rope he'd managed to cut off with the knife. "You bitch!" He went to turn around.
Lincoln pushed Bellick forward and Bellick yelled as Lincoln brought the knife to his throat. "Fooled yeah." He snapped.

Olivia glancing to Nike, her hands still tied, her face looking pale, "Ew!" she looked from Bellick to Nika, "Eww!" her eyes big, "you be the nastiest bitch," she kept feeling sick, "I mean, seriously, just," her eyes to Lincoln, "Babe, I'd like to not be tied to a pole..." she waved her foot, "please, you know, get me off this thing, she smells like curry!"

Geary came rolling the spare tire toward the car, feeling completely run down. "I carried it, the cons can change it." He snapped before looking up seeing Lincoln holding a gun to him. "Oh, you really suck, Bellick, you know that?" He snapped feeling defeat.

"Not as much as she does..." her eyes going to Nika's face, "I bet you sucked Bellick off good..." her face kept calm.

Michael rolled his eyes, "Olivia, help me..." he pointed to Geary, "Hands behind your back." he snapped, and Olivia now handed him some rope, but quickly punched Geary in the face, "That was for touching me up in the break room..." she then stepped back rubbing her knuckles, "And ow that hurt, but so worth it!"

Feeling his face stinging where Olivia had punched him good, he hissed. "That all you got girly?" He yelled feeling Michael tying his hands.
"Shut up, you stupid pig!" Nika snapped at Geary seeing Lincoln putting his arms around Olivia's shoulders. "Calm down, calm down..." He whispered into her ear.

"You're as stupid as the prison doc, you know that?" Bellick kept looking from Olivia to nika.

Michael grunted, "Ignore him!" his eyes focused while getting up to leave the shack, leave them here, so they wouldn't follow.

Bellick laughed, darkly and made himself look mean, "He conned her too. Made her think he loved her. Look what she got. An overdose and a shot at 30 years on the inside."

Olivia froze, "Nikole..." her eyes going wide.

"No!" Bellick snapped, "not her, the other one, the Junkie..."

Olivia sighed a breathe of relief, "Oh thank god..." she then looked to Michael's face, "what, I hated Doctor Tancredi, her hands were always cold, and she took way long looking at my Ho ha..."

"Guess you haven't been reading the papers, have you College Boy? Cops found your girlfriend fish-belly white, gargling her own puke." he smirked.

"Shut up!" Michael snapped trying to keep cool, but the fact was he didn't want to believe it.

Bellick kept smirking, "What do you care? As long as she left the door open for you."

"I said shut up!" Michael stormed in front of Bellick, his face full of rage.

"What, did I hit a sore spot...?" he didn't have time to react as Michael foot collided with his face, and Olivia jumped back never seeing Michael hit someone before.

Lincoln didn't look surprised, before looking at Olivia, knowing she didn't know. ",'Livia, Nikole's ... Gone to the other side, she's working with the Feds, she's trying to hunt us down..." He needed to break it to her, even if he didn't want too.

For a second Olivia glanced to Michael, he was still looking mad, but going off with a phone, she kept thinking about how this was going to end, "Linc," she held herself close to him.

Geary laughed, "I had to have known," he kept looking to Lincoln and Olivia.

"Can we get some air?" she asked Lincoln walking out with him, when really she just wanted to get away from the old .
Lincoln nodded, "Of course we can." He wrapped both of his strong arms around her, as they walked out of the shack together, into the woods, the air so clean around it. "What's up?" He asked her after a minute. Still holding her.

Layla was standing in the Motel room, hearing the shower stopping, made her even more nervous, as she pulled her messenger bag-purse over her shoulder.

David with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair was damp, but felt much better clean, "Ooh. Yo, I haven't taken a shower like that in forever." he looked to Layla, he paused feeling worried, "Where are you going?"
Layla turned nervously, her eyes stared over him, seeing the tiny droplets of water running down his bare skin toward the white towel around his waist, "I was gonna surprise you..." She trailed off, feeling herself getting really nervous. " I was gonna get some tequila and limes."

"A'aight, well, hold up. I'll..." he stepped forward watching her stepped back, "You seem kinda nervous." he kept his ground now, watching her face, "you're sweating..." he kept focused on her feeling nervous also.

Layla stepped backwards again, her hand behind her on the doorknob that was attached to the door her back was too. "Yeah? Well... Maybe I am nervous." Her voice shook slightly.

David stepped closer to her now, he broke into a charming smile, he reached out touching her face slowly, Layla seemed like a type of girl who kept it real, he liked it, he wanted her to trust him. "Trust me girl, you got nothin' to worry about, a'aight? I'm one of the good guys." he brushed his fingers under her chin giving her a bigger smile.

Layla had to let the breath she was holding in out slowly to keep a level head, her cheeks flushed feeling warm as his fingers touched her. "Yeah, you seem like it." She nodded carefully.
Before turning the knob, opening the door and slipping out.

Olivia glanced to the car as Lincoln finished doing the tire, "So I was thinking," she said while watching him carefully. "Are we, you know," her hands playing in her pockets, "like, a couple? If that is possible with the whole on the run thing happening."

Looking up, rubbing his dirty hands on his jeans. "I'dunno but, I was kinda really hoping that, we were? If that's okay with you? You know, we can be that couple on the run from the law..." He half smiled.

Olivia jumped into his arms kissing him strong, her hands brushing around the nap of his neck; her eyes closed enjoying the moment.

"At least let us take you into town." Michael said to Nika getting to the car, completely ignoring his brother and best friend making out on the side of the car.

Nika didn't even look at Lincoln and Olivia, "No. If I'm seen with you, it's a lot of trouble for me. I can walk. It's only a Mile." She gave off a weary smile.

"We never would've made it this far without you..." Michael smiled touching her arm.

Olivia broke away from Lincoln, "Hell, Michael, don't be a tease..." she looked to Nika, "Have fun, with the taking clothes off, and sucking penis for money..."

Michael pinched his nose, "Olivia..." he kept trying to keep himself calm, and then looked to Nika, "You can't go where we're going. It's not a life for you."

"Yeah, cos I don't like you, and I think you might possibly have some STD..."

"Then, that's it then. It's over for good." Nika whispered nodding, and she hugged Michael tightly. Before shifting to stare at Lincoln who didn't move. Nika wrapping her arms around him, hugging him. He looked awkwardly. Slightly patting her shoulder in a; 'Please get the fuck off me.' kind of way.

Michael kept looking to Nika, "Be safe..." he kept watching her.

Olivia stepped away from Nika before she got the need to hug her also, but the fact was, she really didn't trust this woman who kept looking odder than normal.

"Good Luck." Nika said still hugging Lincoln before stealing the gun from his waist band, she pointed it at Lincoln for a minute, stepping back, pointing it at Michael, "I loved you, Michael and I thought I was gonna get that back, but you just used me!" She sounded so sad. "I deserve more than this. I deserve more than just being the girl that you call when you need something!"

Olivia started to laugh, she held her side, the fact that Nika pointed the gun to her face, "really..." she wasn't scare of the gun, "you really thought," she waved her hand trying to stop herself peeing herself, "Oh, you think you're really going to get the money in Utah?" she asked still trying to keep herself from falling over laughing so hard.

"I don't care about the money in Utah! I don't want any more crime. I turn you in; I get Two Hundred thousand dollars. Legal money." Nika snapped picking up the cell phone from the car.
"You're the policeman's problem." She nodded sharply.
"Nika..." Lincoln said her name with a disgust, taking a step forward.
"Don't move! I'll shot!" She waved the gun.
"No you wont." Lincoln sounded at ease, slipping his hand into his pocket, taking out the guns cartridge. "Didn't think so." Lincoln took the gun and the cell phone from her hands.

Olivia walked to her, with a smile, then her fist crashed into her face, "That is for the fucking ugly pink tracksuit..." she jumped into the back seat, Michael getting into the driver's seat, he looked to Nika, he didn't feel bad now.

"Good luck," he muttered waiting for Lincoln to get into the car. Olivia was biting her lip looking at him. "Just say it already!"

"That's what you get when you let a Tart in..." she nodded, "That is what you get for marrying a Whore..."

Michael sighed, "You know, you're never going to drop that..."

"Nope, never," she kept smiling looking to Lincoln, she hugged onto him in the back seat, "I love that you're so smart..."

"Not smart, just wise. Who'd put a loaded gun in their pants? It's like asking for your ass to get shot off." Lincoln laughed, pulling her close to him, kissing her on the lips swiftly.

For a second David was about to bail out of the motel room, opening the door he could see Layla holding a bottle of tequila, a bang of limes, the salt shaker was from the motel restaurant, well she assumed that much anyway. "I told you…" she waved the bottle, "I'll warn you, I'm not much a drinker."
David laughed feeling better about the whole fact that she wasn't going to turn him, but then maybe she was.
Layla kept her eyes on Scott, he was looking nervous, she opened the bag taking out the two shot glasses placing them on the bed, her eyes searching his, "well, this is going to be fun." She whispered while sitting down.
David kept watching as she poured the drink into the glass, he licked the salt, shot the tequila a sucked apiece of lime watching her do the same thing.
"I think I screwed up. My dad's an Air Force colonel. Total Nazi. One of those nightmare overprotective dads." Layla kept looking to Scott, her hand going through her brown hair, her eyes kept focused on his.
David doing another shot, "Mm-hm. Yeah?" he kept his focused on her face, she looked like a nice her, he was having fun watching her doing another shot.
"Well, I called him. Told him I was travelling with you. Told him that we were staying in the same hotel room." Her eyes kept looking over his.
David laughed, "Girl!" he looked to the bottle, they had nearly finished it off, he was feeling tipsy, he kept looking over her flushed face.
Layla laughed, "what?" her eyes kept on his, her hand taking the bottle from him, taking a swig right from it, her eyes never stopped looking over his body.
"You got to learn how to lie. What were you thinkin'?" he kept watching her face, for a second he knew he could relax, he was safe, she wasn't turning him in, she really was a nice girl, with a freaking out father.
A smile broke over Layla's face; she kept looking to the bottle, knocking more back, feeling it burn on her chest, but wanted to be here with him.
"I don't know...yeah, for some reason. I don't know how. He was mad enough when I told him I was staying in a hotel room with a guy. That was one thing." Her eyes were finding his.
"Yeah, yeah," David begged her to continue, he loved listening to her talk, even if her words slurred a little from the drink, his did too, but the fact was, she was beautiful, he kept his attention on her face, her eyes.
"When I told him I was staying in a hotel with a guy I maybe sorta liked...he lost it." Her face kept still now, she was waiting on his reaction.
David felt his throat tighten, did she just say, what he thought she said. "Wait… Wait, what?" he kept blinking not believe what she told him.
Layla kept still for a moment, "Yeah, I mean, you're a nice guy, it's hard to find," she stopped talking feeling his lips pressing against hers, her eyes fluttered closed feeling his hands brushing against her cheeks, her hands moving down the front of his chest.
David couldn't believe it, his hands moving into her hair, making the kiss deeper, holding her closer to him, feeling her body move against his own, her hands kept working down the vest he was wearing, lifting it up, David inhaled quickly, her lips working from his, to his neck, down his chest.
Layla, in all her life never imagined herself doing this, but her lips kept kissing over his well tones stomach, her hands moving up his chest, she stopped looking to the bulge in his jeans, their eyes meeting each other.
David inhaled, it felt weird, for the fact he'd never been in this position before, watching Layla taking his belt off, moving his boxers down with the jeans, he stopped her. "Hey, are you sure…?"
Layla looked nervous, "Yeah," she lifted her own shirt off now, throwing it on the floor with his, wearing a bra, she went for her shorts slipping them off.
David felt frozen, he kept watching her moving on the bed, she straddled on top of him, leaning down so her lips met his again, they kissed stronger this time, David's hands running from her waist to her hips, he rolled them to be on top of her, kissing her passionately, moving his hand down her stomach, stopping at her panties, but he looked into her eyes pulling away from the kiss, Layla breaking heavy, he carefully brushed a finger over her entry, she gasp, holding her a hand on each of his shoulders.
Her eyes big, his finger working its way around her clit, watching as she moved her hips wanting more, he kept watching her face, she watched him.
Layla moving her hand from his shoulder, to his arm, feeling the muscle tense, her hand slipped around his hard cock, she'd never done anything like this before, but the tequila in her, it was making her braver than she ever could imagine, her eyes focused, watching him enjoying the feeling of the palm of her hand rolling up and around the head of his penis, she felt his fingers slipping inside her.
David felt her gasp, as wet as she was, she was still tight, he knew he'd have to get whimsical on this, pushing another finger into her, her hand was tightening around his cock, moving it a little faster, so he pushed his fingers inside her a little hard finding her G-spot rubbing it carefully with the tip of his fingers.
Layla gasped louder, her hand kept rubbing him, her free hand taking her soaked panties off.
David moving on the bed, he lay above her, kissing her once more, he could feel her hand gilding him inside her, he moaned feeling her tighten around him, her legs rising either side of him, using her thighs to pull him in deeper, he kept rocking his hips, pushing in her deep, pulling out letting his shaft rub against her clip, he kept the rhythm strong, feeling her hands running up his back, she kept moaning, her eyes closed taking it, she pushed moving him on his back.
David looked up watching her taking her bra off, throwing it across the room, she was rocking her hips on top of him. He kept his hands on her hips, feeling her hands moving up his chest, she leaned forward kissing him, he kept feeling her pussy tightening over his cock, her moans louder, her hands working in his hair, everything felt surreal, he could feel himself on the brink of coming, but wanted to make her scream.
Layla felt herself come again, this guy was huge, he pushed her on her back again, this time his hands holding her legs up, he pushed into her deeper, harder, he felt himself hitting her G-spot hard now, kept control of himself, think baseball, don't come yet, he pushed deeper, harder, and now Layla was screaming.
She'd never in all her life felt like she could come this hard, but her fingernails were now digging into his ass, pulling him in, she could feel him pounding, her having waves of pleasure washing over her body, her toes had gone numb, "Come…" she ordered him, her legs trembling, "Oh God, please…" she begged.
David finally letting himself go, the feeling of himself coming, her body slick with sweat, his too, he laid beside her, his eyes looking into hers.
"They never taught me that in church," Layla exhaled trying to breathe again, her eyes fixed on his, but all he could do was grin.