Chapter 62 Chapter 62 The Deal
Gabriel’s POV
“Have I not gotten from frying pan to fire?” I thought to myself as the officer kept tapping his feet on the floor.
He was serious with his demand, and he looked like he was going to collect the money before he left my home.
“I don’t have money, officer. You sure know how my business has been doing woefully. I am going bankrupt. Please, I beg you,” I explained to him. But if he understood that, it was a lie.
“You are going bankrupt, but you have the funds to hire a criminal to do a dirty job for you? Tell me I am stupid without telling me I am stupid!” The officer yelled.
“My friend, transfer the money to this account now or get ready to go to jail!” He slammed a paper on the table, and I squinted my eyes at it to see what was in the paper.
The writing on the paper was tiny, so I picked it up, knowing he slammed it on the table for me to see.
Seeing the details in the paper, “This is not an account balance,” I muttered.
“This is a crypto wallet address. Such that cannot be traced if I make a deposit into the address,” I muttered again.
He heard me loud and clear, and then he just smiled. “I told you, you were smart, Gabriel. That is a Bitcoin address. I don’t need anyone to trace this transaction back to me when you finally transact. So, do the needful, and I can get going.”
“But I don’t have money,” I said, my voice low and sober.
“Fuck you, Gabriel!” the officer yelled immediately, as though he was on crack. Just then, he pulled out his gun from his holster, and with his other hand, he squeezed his hair.
He pointed the gun at me like he was going to shoot me if I failed to cooperate.
“You think it is easy for a police officer like me to want to have a cooperation with a criminal like you?” He sounded angry and terrified at the same time.
“My mother is there on the dying bed, and the doctor insists on half the payment before he would start her surgery. She has heart cancer. They are going to give her a new heart. So, know that I am serious when I am serious,” he yelled.
“Give me the damn money. I have nowhere else I am going to get that big of a money from. If you won’t give me, I swear to God, I will fucking blow your head off before I can lose my mom!”
Hearing the police officer, I knew definitely that he needed the money for something meaningful, and when I transacted the money, he was not going to rat me out.
But I was not joking when I said I don’t have the money. “I swear, all I have left is 50,000 dollars,” I pleaded.
“I’ll fucking kill you, I swear it!” he blurted.
“Or do you think I’d fucking get this evidence from your ex-wife for fun? If I wanted you behind bars, I’d put you there as immediately as I got this evidence. But I decided to keep it from other officers and wanted you to just give me money to save my mother’s life. Now, you are telling me you don’t have it?”
“Fucking borrow from your billionaire friends, you fucking liar!” the officer yelled once again. Then he paced around, squeezing his hair.
His eyes were turning reddish at the instance, and hence, his hand was dancing on the trigger button as it remained pointing at me.
“All billionaire friends are not always loyal. They are loyal to money, and since my business went down, no one wants to talk to me again. I swear, I am not lying!” I explained.
“Then bye, Gabriel!” the officer said. Immediately, he pulled off the safety behind the gun and re-aimed the gun at me.
Scared, I blurted immediately.
“Give me 24 hours. I promise, I will get the $80,000 ready,” I said, my voice shaky.
“You want to set me up, huh? I am no fool, Mr. Moretti. Goodbye now.” He squinted his finger a bit on the trigger, and I heard the faint sound of the trigger loudly in my ear as if it were the loud clock of a church.
“I swear it with my life. This is not a setup. Give me 24 hours, please.” My voice was high in panic. And just then, he pulled his finger away from the trigger, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.
“24 hours. If you fail, I will publish this evidence to the police commissioner, and trust me, I won’t be the one to come arrest you. The SWAT unit would, and even when they do, I will take your life in police custody before you are prosecuted,” the officer threatened.
“If you don’t believe me, try me!” He got out of the door and slammed the door shut as he left.
I breathed heavily. My heart almost dropped. Even as he left, the tension remained.
Just then, suddenly, a notification text sounded on my phone. Pulling the phone out of my pocket, I saw that it was Luke.
“You have 24 hours to send my money, Gabriel. Don’t mess with me!” I read, and I just knew that I was very doomed at this one.
“How can I get this money?” I thought amidst my pounding heart.