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 speed out, sending dust flying behind me.
I don’t look back.
In minutes, Riggs will be notified and shit will hit the fan, I don’t have time to wait for that to happen. I need to get as far away as I possibly can. I use my phone to bring up my location maps and then I find my way to where I told Becky I’d meet her. It’s a half an hour drive, and it feels like it takes so much longer than that. When I arrive, I pull up and glance around. For the moment, it looks quiet and empty. It’s an old abandoned building surrounded by large fences and an empty parking lot.
Dangerous as all hell, but smart.
On Rocco’s part, that is.
Well.
Here goes nothing.
21
“Hello?” I call out as I walk into the large abandoned building.
I can hear the sounds of water dripping and pipes squeaking. It’s musty smelling and cold in here. For all I know, Rocco could be waiting with a hundred men ready to take the both of us out, it’s a high possibility. Men like him don’t fight fair, but either way, this is my mess and I’m going to clean it up, no matter the outcome.
A noise behind me has me spinning around and I see Becky step out from behind a huge pile of stacked barrels. She looks nervous, and I can’t say I blame her. I’m certain I look the same. She’s holding a gun in her hand, a hand that is very much trembling. I put my hands up. “I’m alone, you can put that down.”
She glances around and then glares at me. “What the hell do you want?”
“Look, can we just talk? It wasn’t easy for me to get out and I had to find somewhere they wouldn’t easily track me down. I’m not exactly free to leave.”
“How did you get away from Beckett? If you hurt him, I swear to god ...” she growls, her eyes darting at the sound of a squeaking pipe to my left.
“I didn’t hurt him, no more than you anyway,” I mutter. “Now put the bloody gun down, yeah?”
She lowers the gun, looking like I’ve slapped her. She’s the least dressed up I’ve ever seen her, wearing a pair of jeans and a sweater. Like this, she almost looks like a normal every day person, not a rich expensive one. I cross my arms, rubbing them as I move closer to her. “I don’t have long,” I go on. “But I have a lot of questions.”
“I don’t owe you answers, you’re not better than me,” she throws at me, crossing her arms.
“Maybe, but we’re not here to judge now, are we? We can go back and forth, or you can just answer my question. Does Beckett have any idea what you’re doing?”
“No,” she answers, her voice softer, less harsh. “He has no clue.”
“Why?” I breathe, shaking my head. “Why would you do something like that?”
She looks away, her face tight. “I come from a line of very powerful people. I’m from a family of wealth and with wealth seems to come dangerous situations. My father, my brother, even my husband, I know they’re all up to no good. They got into a sticky situation, and Rocco told me that if I got him information, he’d pretend my family had done nothing and let them be. If I didn’t, he take them out one by one. As you can imagine, I didn’t have much of a choice.”
Makes sense, I didn’t have much of a choice, either.
“What exactly did he want you to find out?”
“Mostly he wanted information on the things the club were running through town, he wants them out and he decided I was the way to do that. I was supposed to get close to one of them, any one, and it happened to be Beckett I ran into first.”
Poor guy, he has no clue.
“What information did you end up passing on?”
She shrugs. “Not a great deal, Beckett doesn’t give much away. I only found things out by going through his phone when he was asleep or listening in on his conversations when he thought I wasn’t around. I got enough to give Rocco locations, times and people. But then ...”
“Then you fell in love with him,” I finish for her.
Her eyes widen a touch, then almost glaze over. “Yes. I did. I tried to get out of it, I started telling Rocco lies, but he figured it out and ...”
“And now you’re on the firing line along with your family.”
She nods. “Basically. I told my father what was happening, and he ordered round the clock protection for me, but it’s only so long before Rocco catches up with me. That’s the only reason I agreed to meet you. If there is a way we can stop him ...”