luckyspcncer:
Getting close to Sam, or even just talking to her, in any way that wasn’t petty drama, didn’t seem ideal for Lucky. Messing with her felt like second nature right now, and seeing as though she openly admitted to not liking him, it was within his best interest to just walk away after he had agreed to keep her secret. But did he? Of course not. Lucky hardly did what was good for him and instead, he stuck around, surprisingly getting into the deep shit as he’d refer it as, with Samantha fucking Miller. “I went through my ma’s old shit. Backtracked her steps. Mine was different though, I guess. I wasn’t aware I had siblings until I showed up on their doorstep. What do you know about him? Or her? Do you know a name or anything? Or an idea of where they live?” Why he cared was beyond him, and yet here he was, finding interest in what was going on with her life. “Maybe I can help? I also know a few people down at the station. Probably not in the same way as you do, however.” He laughed, making a little ode to his prison days.
It felt like the moment she asked him where he got his clues from, Sam regretted it even though there was a big part of her that desperately needed any and all help. It just felt like she was betraying Kenzie by even speaking to him in a civil manner and although logically-- she wasn’t, not really, there was a guilty conscience that was eating at her. Frowning once at the thought, she shook her head. ‘’It doesn’t matter,’’ Sam backpedalled as fast she embarked on that conversation in the first place. The smirk after that offer rubbed her the wrong way, but what else could she truly expect from him? She needed to remember Lucky was in the hole for a damn good reason. It was easy for that to slip her mind sometimes. ‘’I guess I’ll figure it out myself. Thanks,’’ Athough there was nothing she was thankful for, she could just hope he kept her secret.











