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“Answer me!” Beckett’s worried shout snaps me out of my stupor.
“Beck, please someone is here and… and I’m scared.” When they bang on the door again, I scream. A second later I hear Dawson crying in the room and my fear reaches new heights.
“I’m coming,” he growls. “Head to her apartment Corvin, now!” I don’t know how he knows where I live but right now I don’t give a fuck.
“Momma!” Dawson cries out, and the banging on the door intensifies at the sound of my son’s cry. Call it a mothers instinct or whatever but at the sound of fear in my child’s voice everything inside me turns numb. I no longer feel fear for myself or worry about what will happen to me if they manage to get in, my only concern is my son’s safety.
“Beckett, whatever happens, you protect our son–”
“Shut the fuck up, Valance!” he roars.
I ignore him as I push on. “You fucking protect him, Beckett, never let him grow up like we did, promise me!” I scream into the phone as I race down the small hallway and close the door ignoring my son’s screams. I won’t lock myself in there with him in case whoever it is manages to get that door open. I want their focus on me and not my son. “Promise me!” I shout into the phone when he doesn’t answer.
“I promise to kill whoever is at your fucking door, I promise to protect our son and I promise to protect you.” His words have my knees giving out. I drop to the floor and sob while Dawson pounds on the door behind me, screaming my name, but I block it out. I shut everything out even the sound of Beckett’s voice as I fall into a pit of despair. “Valance!” The sound of his booming voice through the phone snaps me out of melancholy.
“Y-yeah,” I stutter.
“Open the door.”
I frown. “What?”
“Open the fucking door or I’m breaking it down!” I climb to my feet and quickly and open Dawson’s door. He leaps into my arms sniffing and clinging to me as he sobs. I stop a couple feet away from the door.
“You’re really here? At my door?”
I hear him sigh through the phone. “I’m here, now open the door.” I end the call and drop my phone to the floor as I make quick work of undoing the three locks and throwing the door open in time for Beckett to rush forward and grip my face in his hands. His eyes are wild and filled with unbridled rage as he scans my tear-stained face. He looks Dawson over next as Darius and Corvin walk inside my apartment and stand on either side of Beck.
“What happened, Val?” Corvin asks. I nibble on my lip unsure where I even begin but the moment Darius flicks his gaze to the side and I see his eyes narrow in the direction of the tiny kitchen I know he spotted the photos. He bends down and scoops them all up. I bite down on my lip and take a step back. Beck looks from me then to Darius.
Darius turns to me and pins me with a murderous look. “Why the fuck do you have these pictures?” I shake my head, it isn’t what he thinks but those pictures paint me in a bad light. Beck and Corvin snatch the photos and both their faces turn pale. “Why the fuck do you have those photos of my girlfriend?” Darius shouts and I flinch.
“I didn’t take them,” I whisper as I slowly rock side to side trying to soothe Dawson. Beck flicks his eyes to me, gone is the worry I saw moments ago and now a look of untrust is in its place.
“If you didn’t take them, then who did?” His voice is devoid of all emotion.
I shake my head again. “I don’t know,” I whisper.
He throws the photos at me as he shouts. “Don’t fucking lie to me!” I whimper as Dawson begins to cry again. Corvin steps in front of the other two, his eyes shining with pity as he stares at me.
“Val, can you tell me how you got these if you weren’t the one to take them?” I look down at the photos. There are pictures of Leah and her friends in bathing suits at the beach, the guys lounging out by a pool and each of the photos have in red writing at the bottom.
Who dies first?
“Ever since I moved here, I have been getting flowers, letters, pictures, calls, texts, and emails from someone. I swear Corvin, I never took those photos. I got home tonight and found four of theBlack Mamba’s by my door and an envelope containing those photos. I… I think I made him mad.”
“Him?” Beckett grits out, I keep my gaze on Corvin as I answer.
“He… He’s sent me photo’s before.” Corv frowns and shares a look with the other two before focusing back on me and saying.
“Get your things, you’re coming back with us.”
Beckett
By the time we pull up to our house, Dawson is fast asleep in the backseat in his chair. Corvin parks his car beside mine as Darius parks his bike on the other side of him. I was lucky when they saw my car veer off earlier as they pulled over a mile down the road. Corvin came and got me while Darius took the others back and met us at Val’s apartment when Corv called for backup on our way to her. None of us say a word as we grab her and Dawson’s bags while she carries him inside. The moment the door opens, I spot the others sitting in the living room. They all climb to their feet at the sight of us. Leah rushes to Darius and he wraps her in a tight hold. I say nothing and lead the way for Valance to follow me.
I take her to my room on the second floor, drop her bags at the foot of the bed and walk over to pull the covers down so she can put Dawson to bed. After she tucks him in, she brushes his hair from his forehead gently and places a tender kiss on his cheek.
“I love you a million bibby’s,” she whispers before turning and rummaging through one of her bags. She grabs two walkie-talkie things and sets one up on the bedside table and stuffs the other one in her pocket. “They’re baby monitors.” I nod and lead her out of the room, making sure to close the door quietly before we head back downstairs.
