Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I don’t ask him any more questions because it’ll just seem suspicious.
With a yawn, I roll to my side, facing away from him.
For a minute, I figure he’s just going to take the hint and go to sleep, but he leans in close, his hot breath tickling my ear as he says, “If she wasn’t around, you’d be mine and Rocco wouldn’t be a problem.”
I tense.
There are so many things about that sentence that explode in my mind. The first being if she wasn’t around, in other words, while she is around we will never be anything. That kind of hurts, and tells me he’s made up his mind, that he’s going to stay with her. The second part of that is the part where he says Rocco wouldn’t be a problem, so he’d help me if I were his, but if I’m not, then I’m nothing more than another person wanting help from the club.
I close my eyes, because his words burn my heart. I feel them right down to the pit of my stomach, and it takes everything for me not to lose it and cry, but I don’t, I keep it together because I’m stronger than all of this.
He can keep his little traitor of a girlfriend.
I’m thinking about me now.
And I’m going to do whatever it takes to free myself.
Whatever. It. Takes.
20
The ride home is quiet, and nobody says a great deal to one another during the times we stop for a break. By the time Beckett and I arrive back at the warehouse, it’s late and we’re both tired. I shower first, and then he goes off for his. It’s during this that his phone rings and I see Becky’s name flash across the screen as the familiar ringtone fills the quiet space. I glance at the shower, knowing this might be my only chance to meet up with her.
I pick the phone up and answer it.
“Hello.”
“Oh.” She seems startled. “Where is Beckett?”
“Shower. I don’t have long so I’m going to get right to the point, I know who you are, and I know what you’re doing to Beckett. If you want me to keep that from him, you’re going to meet up with me.”
She goes silent, for a minute I expect her to deny it, but when she doesn’t, I figure my bluff has worked. Sure, I know she’s been working with Rocco, but I don’t know anything else. Literally nothing.
“Who told you?” she whispers.
“Rocco. You’re not the only person he’s after. He’s after me, too. Neither of us are safe, but Beckett cares about you and I’m not going to crush him by telling him what a horrific human being you are.”
“I had no choice,” she says, her voice shaky. “He has things on me, on my family, I would have lost everything.”
“You don’t deserve him, but you know that. Now, we’re going to meet to discuss how the hell to handle Rocco, because you and I both know we can’t tell anyone in this club or you’ll be dead.”
“Where?”
I give her the address that Rocco gave me, but I give her a time a few hours before hand. Mostly because I do want to speak to her, I do want to know why she is doing what she’s doing, I want my chance with her.
“I’ll be there.”
“Good,” I say, hanging up the phone.
Beckett walks out of the shower just as I place his phone down, he glances at it and then looks to me.
“Becky called,” I say casually. “I told her you’d call her back when you got out.”
I walk into the kitchen like it’s no big deal and make myself a sandwich. Beckett doesn’t seem bothered and gets dressed before heading outside to call her back. He’s out there for some time before he finally comes back in, his face tight, his expression angry.
He sits on the sofa beside me, not saying a word, but anger radiates from him.
“Did you have a fight?” I ask.
“No,” he mutters. “Just sick of tryin’ to make decisions.”
If he knew what she was, he’d have no problem making that choice.
I wish I could tell him, but I can’t.
Even if I could, would I?
“I’m going to bed,” I say, standing.
I hand him the remote and look down at him, eyes locking. “For what it’s worth, I think the decision is easy if you cared about yourself a little more. You’re better than her, and you don’t deserve to be held on the sidelines while she makes up her mind. You’re a good man, there are a thousand other women that would snap you up in a heartbeat and treat you the way you deserve.”
“Are you one of those?” he asks me when I go to turn away.
I pause and glance back at him. “One hundred times yes.”