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)
His face softens, just a bit.
I don’t let him finish, I go into my room and close the door, pressing my back to it and closing my eyes.
Lying to him, deceiving him.
It’s going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I have to do it.
I have no choice.
It’s her or me.
I choose me.
I STARE AT THE NEEDLE in my hand.
This wasn’t easy to get. I had to convince Beckett to let me go into town where I called Mateo and had him provide what I needed. He asked a lot of questions, but I told him I wanted it for protection, if someone ever tried to grab me I could use it to knock them out, considering I wasn’t allowed a gun. It took some convincing, but he gave me what I needed. A needle that will put someone to sleep in a matter of seconds.
I’ve seen them in use, they’re fantastic and it’ll be the only way I can get out of the warehouse without Beckett causing a scene.
It both scares and hurts me that I’m having to do this to him, but I don’t feel like I have any other choice. He isn’t going to hear me out, and he’s never going to let me hand Becky over in return for my freedom. This is the only way I’ll get what I want. The only way I can finish this. He’ll hate me for it, of that I have no doubt, but at least they’ll all be safe.
My payment to them.
I have to meet Becky in a matter of hours, and I need time to get there. Beckett’s truck is outside, and I’ll being using that to get me to the location. There are guards on duty tonight, but I’m hoping I can find a way to distract them. I’ve got a few ideas up my sleeve. I have everything I need ready, and now I just have to plunge this needle into Beckett’s neck and hope like hell it works.
It breaks my heart.
I hate it.
But I don’t have a great deal of choice.
We settle in for the evening after an early dinner and watch a movie. I figure this might be the only time I might get to do this without too much of a struggle. He doesn’t go to bed until late, so it’s pointless to try it then. I make the excuse that I need to get a drink and stand, going to my purse and pulling out the needle. I take the cap off, hold it down to my side and then return to the sofa with my drink, sitting beside Beckett. He is transfixed on the movie.
I close my eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath.
My hand is trembling, I’m terrified.
I know this isn’t going to hurt him, my problem is just how much he’s going to hate me when he realizes what I’ve done.
I can’t think about it any longer.
I bring the needle up and plunge it into his neck.
It does not goes as planned. Beckett is a whole lot tougher than expected and he doesn’t go down immediately. His head swivels in my direction, eyes wide, a horrified look on his face. His hand lashes out, curling around my wrist where the needle is still in my hand, liquid dripping from the end. I know it’ll only take a few more seconds, but those few seconds feel like a lifetime when his eyes meet mine.
“I’m so sorry, Beckett,” I whisper. “I had no choice.”
“Pop ...”
He doesn’t finish. His eyes roll back and he’s out. I make sure he’s in a safe position by laying him down, even though it feels like a knife has been lodge into my throat. The guilt is already eating away at me and I haven’t left yet.
I need to pull it together.
I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and get my shit together. Then, I find Beckett’s truck keys, put everything I need in my purse, and carefully go outside and place it by the truck before walking toward the two bikers at the gate. They look to me when I get closer, and for a minute, it’s with suspicion.
“Beckett’s asleep and those rats are in my room again,” I say to them. “I can’t sleep with their beady eyes watching me. Can you guys help, please? I don’t want to wake Captain Angry because he’s sick of chasing them out for me.”
Hugh nods with a chuckle. “Those rats, hey?”
“They’re disgusting.” I pretend to shudder.
I’m still in my pajamas, my clothes stashed in the bag beside the car. They would never have believed me if I came out dressed for the evening. The two of them walk inside and I follow, chatting happily away to them as we walk. The moment they’re in the warehouse, I turn and rush back outside. I have a matter of seconds before they realize I’m no longer behind them. I shove the bag in the truck, climb in, and slam the door. With trembling fingers, I start it up. The second I do they come running outside. I give them an apologetic look before throwing the truck into gear and speeding off. Thankfully, the front gates are open, more often than not they are, the only time they get locked up is if we’re not here. While guards are on duty, and people are coming and going, they’re mostly permanently open.