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“Motherfucking, cock sucking cunts!” Saint seethes, he’s angry but not at me. “I hope your fucking sperm and egg donor got fucked over!”
My shoulders deflate as I answer him. “I didn’t find out until three months after they left that the RV they brought was run off the road by a drunk driver. They hit a tree head-on and both of them died. I had to be smart and make sure no one knew or I ran the risk of being carted off to foster care and that wasn’t an option. Even when shit went south with Valance, I ran because I refused to be a ward of the state.”
“What happened the night you… left Val behind?” Corv asks hesitantly.
“Firstly, you all need to understand that from the start of our relationship, her father beat her. I don’t mean he spanked her for being a brat, I mean this motherfuckerbeather like she was a man. He locked her out of their house in the cold, fed her from a dog bowl, he was a piece of shit!” The four guys and even Leah look fucking disgusted and angry at the picture I have just painted for them. I tell them about how the last night I saw Val went and I how accidentally killed her father.
“How the fuck did you get rid of a body at sixteen?” The skepticism coming from Saint is warranted.
“The trailer park Valance lived at, they were doing some construction so… I buried his body there knowing that they were going to lay cement on top of that area.” I cringe remembering how fucking hard it was to drag his fat ass across the lot. The fear that I felt thinking someone would spot me dragging his corpse was a type of fear I had never felt before. Living where she did though, none of the residents were ever sober or coherent, so I had that in my favor.
“Jesus, Beck,” Corv utters as he scrubs a hand down his face. I shrug not sure what the fuck to say.
“Did the cops ever do anything?” Crue asks. I shake my head.
“Nah, I tore up the carpet where his body was, scrubbed the floor, burnt everything and the clothes I was wearing, and even made sure to clean the house and remnants of a struggle before I booked it the fuck out of town and got on the first fucking bus.”
“You really weren’t kidding when you said that you had covered up a murder before,” Saint breathes out and a humorless laugh escapes me.
“Yeah. I’m sorry. I really didn’t think any of this would come back and bite me in the ass. When she told me to fuck off, I left for half an hour tops and when I came back, she was gone with her mom. I did what I had to so I didn’t end up locked up.” Leah’s eyes soften as she looks at me and shakes her head.
“You didn’t do all of that for you, Becky.” I frown.
“What are you saying, Goldie?” D asks her. She keeps her gaze on me as she answers.
“He cleaned up and got rid of the… evidence forher. You had nothing to lose, Becky, but you knew she did.” I drop my gaze back to my lap and ignore how her words ring true.
Valance
I decide to take Dawson for a walk around the block while Beck and the others are outside. Katie, Cody and Nathan are all in the kitchen as I pass by them I wave bye. None of them try to stop me which I am grateful for, I just need to get the hell out of here for an hour or so and just take some time for myself without having to worry about the fact that Beckett is watching my every move, analyzing me and trying to work out what angle I am playing. I have nothing to gain from him, I mean the fact he is filthy rich now makes my timing seem odd to show up suddenly but that’s the thing, I had no freaking idea about him being well off.
“Open!” Dawson shouts excitedly from beside me. I look down and smile at my little guy as I open the front door. When I see a frown mar his face, I turn and stare down at the welcome mat in horror, sitting right there is an envelope and another fucking flower! “I get it,” Dawson shouts, but before he can touch the fucking thing I snap out of it and quickly snag the flower and manila envelope from the ground, slam the door closed and lock it. “Momma, I go!”
“No!” I shout and cringe. Dawson’s bottom lip trembles and guilt eats at me instantly. Before I can apologize he begins to wail, loudly. The back patio door opens and Beck stalks inside with a pissed-off look on his face. He darts his gaze from Dawson to me where it lingers for a moment, whatever he sees on my face has his face morphing to one of concern.
“What happened?” he demands as the guys gather behind him. Leah slips up beside Beck, and when her gaze drops to the flower her eyes widen.
“Oh my God!” she breathes out. I bite my bottom to keep myself from crying. Leah rushes toward me and grips my shoulders as peers at me. “Is that from… him?” she asks low enough for only me to hear. I nod unable to speak past the fear that is gripping me. She nods, releases me, and turns back to the guys. “Corvin, come get Dawson and get him a cookie. Beck, the rest of us need to talk, now!” Leah leads me into the living room while Corvin tends to Dawson. The guys follow after us. Saint, Crue and Darius stand around the edge of the room while Leah sits with me on one of the couches. Beck storms across the room and drops down in front of me, the dark look in his eyes is one I know well.
“Talk to me, Vally.” I slam my eyes closed at the use of his old nickname for me. The moment he rests his large hands on the top of my legs, I relax instantly. His touch has always been able to ground me and keep me centered.
“He found us,” I whisper. Beck’s gaze drops to the flower and the envelope I have clutched against my chest, the strain on his face tells me he is trying his fucking hardest not to let me see his rage.
“Vally?” I lift my gaze to his, the torment in his eyes matches my own. “Baby, can I see it?” he asks in a voice too calm to match the look in his eyes.
I shake my head. “You don’t understand,” I mutter close to tears.
“Explain it to me, baby.” The coaxing way in which he speaks has my anxiety calming and the need to rely on him and share this burden with someone other than keeping it to myself is the reason why I tell him.
“He sees everything, Beck. He knows where I am, what I do, and who I hang out with. He even sent pictures to Jeff and threatened him to stay away from me.”
“Jeff, he the dick—” I narrow my eyes. “I mean, the guy who called at the cabin?” I nod. “Well, in that case, I may not hate this—” Leah clearing her throat has Beck clamping his mouth closed and shooting me a forced smile. “Open the letter, Vally. We’ll deal with the Jeff thing later.” I nod and do as he says. I place the flower beside me and tear it open, two photos drop into my palm, I turn them over and gasp. The first one is of me and Beck on the side of the road with his hand down my pants. The second, it’s of Beck, Darius and Corvin outside my apartment door the night they came to get me.
“He was watching you the whole time,” Leah breathes out. The guys crowd around us but before they can view the first photo, Beck snatches it from my hand stands and shove it in his back pocket. The three guys chuckle, they clearly know him well enough to know that the picture he is hiding is something intimate.
“You do know all I have to do is promise to withhold orgasms from Leah and she’ll tell me what that picture is of, right?” Beckett pins Leah with a look at Darius’s words. The poor girl looks torn until Darius leans over the back of the sofa and whispers in her ear. “Goldie, you want to be on edge for weeks?” Her eyes widen for a moment before she shoots Beck an apologetic look.
“Sweetheart, after everything—”
