Wanted

•Undercover•

           {•Edited•}
                         ~Atticus's POV~

       "That's the last of it," I tell Marissa, gesturing to the box I just put on her bed. She smiles gratefully at me. I still don't feel right about her being alone here, but I can't keep her under my wing forever. My eyes bounce around the small room, even with the window open there isn't much sun coming through.
    My sister's roommate doesn't look like trouble, at least seems like she isn't. She hasn't said much while I've been in here, just a few mumbled curse words to herself when looking for something in a box. She's beautiful, to say the least, and it isn't because of tons of makeup.
    "I'll be back," she tells my sister before walking out of the room. I can't help but let myself watch as she does so, my eyes fixed on the way her hips move with each step. Her curly hair falls to her back. Marissa throwing a pillow at me snaps me back to reality.
     "Someone's enjoying the view," She says, nudging me with her shoulder. I look away from the direction her roommate went. "She's pretty, huh?"
    "I guess," I lie. She is very pretty, but from what I can tell she's also not my type other than look wise. She looks like she keeps quiet and doesn't do much. Maybe that should be what I go for since I'm supposed to be "settling down", but that doesn't seem very entertaining.
    "You should talk to her. It's about time to get a girlfriend," she says, sitting down on her roommate's bed.
   "I don't need a girlfriend. We both know what happened last time," I tell her. She sighs, rolling blue eyes. She's always trying to set me up with different people, a guy one time too. Don't get me wrong, I can swing both ways if it feels right, but I prefer women.
    "As long as you stay away from the bottle, you're good. You need someone in your life unless you're gonna grow old and grumpy."
   "I'm already grumpy." She can usually convince me of these things, but I'm not giving into this time. "I don't even know her name."
    "It's Bexley Florencio," she tells me with a smile, probably thinking I said that just so I could find it out...and maybe it was a little for that reason too. I'm curious about her, but only because my sister will be spending a lot of tike with her. "She's from out of town, doesn't have many friends, her cousin, Alaric, goes here too. She looks to be about five tw-"
    "I don't want her life story," I interrupt. Florencio. The last name sounds familiar, but I push it to the side for now. "I should go, I have to go to the station for a little bit, but I'll come back later with food or something."
    "Okay, sounds good," she says, getting up. I start towards the door, getting my keys out from my pocket. "Wait!" I stop in my tracks before I can leave. "If you see her in the hall, don't stare at her ass like you were in here."
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     "Sheriff in his office?" I ask Chelsey at the front desk. She looks up from the computer, nodding at me. For the first time in a while, she doesn't look up at me with her huge bright smile. The other night I took out to dinner with obvious intentions of booking up after hearing she had a thing for me and when I decided last minute to take her home instead of my place I guess she got upset. You would think she would be happy I didn't follow through with my annoying hormones. "Is he in there with anyone?"
     "Why don't you just knock to find out?" She asks, looking annoyed and bored with this conversation. She is pretty, but she's too serious. Tapping my knuckles on the desk, I straighten up, looking toward Sheriff Winchester's office.
    "I would prefer if you just tell me incase he is. I don't want to die," I tell her, trying to crack a joke. Surprisingly, she smiles.
    "He's just doing paper work today, but he's leaving early, so if you need to talk to him do it now," she says, sounding much more like herself. Part of me wants to apologize for the other night, but I just walk away instead to avoid the uncomfortable conversation.
     I knock a few times before entering Winchester's office. He looks up from his paper work, peeking out from his glasses. I've always wondered why he wears them when I know he has great vision. I close the door quietly.
    "What is it?" He asks, leaning back in his chair.
    "Can you do a background check on someone for me? I would do it myself, but it just passed that we have to go through you before doing one," I tell him. His brows pull together in confusion.
    "You don't have to ask me for permission to do a background check," he says, looking at me like I'm a dumbass.
   "Yes, I do. We were all told that last week," I tell him.
    "I'm getting too old for this job, I can't remember shut anymore. What's the name?" He asks, turning towards his computer.
    "Bexley Florencio. I don't know her middle name, but I doubt many people here have that name." I wait a few minutes, looking at the stuff on his walls. There are a few family pictures with him and his kids, but most of him and his wife.
   "This her?" He asks, turning his screen around to show me. I nod, looking at the picture of her that must be from school. "She doesn't have a record, but when you scroll down to see her families history, you could write a whole book on them."
    "What do mean?" I ask, looking at the screen again.
    "Her family has loads of criminal activity. Santiago Florencio is her dad," he tells me. Is that name supposed to ring a bell? "He's apart of a gang in the town she's from and we've been working with their department to shut that whole thing down."
    "Shut down as in?"
    "Lock them up," he says. "We can't have criminals walking the streets, selling firearms and drugs to anyone who will pay the right price. Or making illegal deals with other gangs. We just have to have an easy way to get them."
     Great, so my little sister is sharing a dorm with a girl whose family are gang members. Fabulous. "Interesting," I mumble.
    "You could help," he says, grabbing my attention again. "You clearly know the girl somehow. If you could somehow get close enough to her, you could get to her dad." My arms fall loose at my sides.
    "So you want me to trick her?" I ask. He shrugs, rolling his seat closer to the desk again.
    "It'd be for a good reason. We can't have people like him on the outside," he says. I nod, taking a deep breath. It feels wrong for me to do something like this, but I can't do it if he asks. "Just get to the point where you're face to face with him. That's all we need."
    "Okay."
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                           ~Santi's POV~

     As soon as the door closes I realize just how quiet this house is and how quiet is okay to stay until Alaric and Bex go on a break. It's just Ida and me again, and as much as I love that, it feels weird. For almost eighteen years we've fine nothing but work and had the kid's company.
    "What's wrong?" Ida asks, locking the door. Guilt is eating me alive. How I left things with Bex isn't how I wanted, but I felt was right. If I explain my behavior to her fully, I have a feeling she'll only hate me more and I can't take that. She already doesn't look at me as a father figure, just someone she calls dad.
    "Nothing, I'm just stressing myself out," I explain. She leans against the door with her arms crossed, waiting for me to explain. "How am I supposed to know if Bex is okay or if something is happening to her?" I ask, my hands shaking from anxiety at my sides. "Seventeen years spent making sure she's safe and now I have no way of knowing."
    "Alaric is with her. For all she knows, she probably thinks that was your idea, but he just has separation anxiety," Ida says with a small laugh at the end. Alaric likes to cling to family the best he can after hearing what happened to his dad, Zurine.
    "I already know that boy won't tell me if anything happens to her cause he keeps secrets when asked," I tell her. She comes over and wraps her arms around my neck.
    "I think this is coming from something a lot deeper than just worrying about her safety, Santi." I hate that she's right; she always is.
    "I'm a shit father and she went away thinking I didn't care about if she stayed or left," I admit, tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm proud of her, I just worry." She looks at me sympathetically, a look I hate, but deal with.
    "She loves you even though you guys don't say it to each other," she says. "Next time she's here, be honest with her."
   
    AN: Oh shiiiiit. I could have let this be known later in the story, but decided to let you guys know he's intentions 😈 I really hope you guys enjoyed!
     Question: What do you think about Atticus? What do you think will happen?
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