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My eyes widen. “What?”
His eyes darken. “Dawson needs to be with his motherandfather.” I choke on my own spit. Jeff is out of his fucking mind. He and I have never slept together or even kissed.
“Where is Dawson?” I keep my voice calm and push down my fear. I can’t show him how fucking terrified I am. I’ve seen enough movies to know that the only way I make it out of this unscathed is if I play along and allow him to think I want him as much as he wants me.
“I tried to search for him when I picked you up.” He makes it sound like he actually just picked me up instead of knocking me out and drugging me! “But that pesky fucking brunette got in the way.” I gasp, he’s talking about Cody. “She tried to keep you from me, I had no choice beautiful, you understand that, right?”
I frown, the slight hint of hysteria I detect in his tone has fear clawing its way up inside me. “What do you mean,you had no choice?” My tone is even and calm. I act as relaxed as I can, trying to put him at ease enough for him to drop his guard so I can find a way out of here.
“I had to stop her. You belong with me and when she tried to fight me I… I had to stop her but then I panicked and had to leave our boy behind.” He’s nodding like a maniac, dread pools inside me.
“What did you do to Cody, Jeff?” The tremble in my voice isn’t hard to miss, and his eyes implore me to understand. I try to keep my face blank and act noncoherent but it’s fucking hard when I am petrified.
“I stabbed her.” I cover my mouth with my hand, tears prick the backs of my eyes and I fight to keep them at bay. “I didn’t have a choice. I told her if she told me where Dawson was and let me walk out of there with you and him that I wouldn’t hurt her. She spat in my face!” he shouts. I recoil into the sofa in fear. “That fucking bitch should have listened!” Tremors overtake my body. I see it now, Jeff is fucking unhinged and there were signs but I ignored them.
He would get angry if I spoke to another guy and he would get upset if I corrected him on Dawson not being his. He would get angry when I told him that I wasn’t ready to date or entertain the thought of seeing anyone. Oh my God, I brought this upon myself. I brought this on everyone!
“Why, Jeff, why are you doing all of this?” I hear the defeat in my own voice and I can’t bring myself to care. He hurt my friend to get to me, he fucking terrorized me and acted like we were friends. Beck was right, he said Jeff had convenient timing the day the flowers were delivered and I didn’t believe him.
“Because I love you, Val. Everything I have done is to show you how much I care… the flowers, the love notes, all of it. I admit, I may have gone a bit overboard with the pictures but I needed you to see that I would do anything for you. Even killing all of those assholes you call friends, especially that juiced up wannabe. I know you must be upset about your friend but we can get you a new one.”
I gape at him. “You can’t just go and buy people from the store.” His face contorts in confusion, holy shit he actually thinks you can just buy people.
“Well, you don’t need her, you have me and when we get our son, we’ll be a happy family—”
I scoff. “Beckett isn’t just going to lethisson go.” He jumps to his feet. I recoil in fear as he reaches into the waistband of his hands and points a gun at me.
“He isn’t his!” he screams. I gulp and honest to God I nearly piss myself. “You and Dawson are mine and if he tries to get in the fucking way of that I’ll make sure he’ll never bother us again.” He closes the space between us and looms above me. I press back into the sofa as far as I can. He reaches out with his free hand to cup my cheek, I flinch away. He growls then grips my hair and yanks it until I’m on my feet in front of him. Tears sting my eyes, I try to stand on my tip toes in the hopes it will ease the pain on my scalp but he yanks me harder, drawing a pained cry from me. “I see now, Beckett has to die.”
Call it a blackout or a fit of rage but the moment those words leave his foul mouth it’s like a haze overcomes me, then a battle cry that would make any warrior proud leaves me as I attack Jeff. We both fall to the ground. I claw at his face but he bucks his hips and flips us so he’s above me. I see him punching me and I sort of feel the ache in my cheek and my side but that’s it thanks to the adrenaline coursing through me. My flight or fight instincts kick in the moment he reaches for his gun again. I strike out using the heel of my palm and slam it into his nose. He shouts in pain but it doesn’t stop him. I see him lift the gun out of the corner of my eye and the real fight begins.
I grip his arm and try force the gun away from me but he’s fucking strong. I buck my hips trying to throw him off balance but he doesn’t budge. “If I can’t fucking have you, then neither will he!” he yells. I know in this moment that I’m about to lose the fight of my life, he’s going to kill me and bury my body somewhere no one will ever find me. Dawson will grow up without a mother and Beck will become a shell of the person he is now because he’ll blame himself. He pushes harder and my arms begin to shake as he turns the gun toward me. It’s like everything happens in slow motion. I see his finger inching toward the trigger and then the sound of the door being kicked open penetrates the air. Jeff turns and looks over his shoulder.
That moment of distraction costs him, as I turn the gun toward his chest and squeeze the trigger twice. He flicks his gaze back to me in shock as blood begins to seep into his light green shirt.
“Nooo!”
He’s here!
Jeff is ripped off me in the next second then Beckett is there. He reaches for me and I sob the moment he wraps his arms around me. I cling to him and cry, I’ve never been so fucking scared in my life. I really thought I was going to die tonight and never get the chance to hold my baby again or tell Beck I loved him one last time.
Beckett
The moment I kicked the door in, took a single step inside the tiny cabin and heard the gunshot, my whole world turned upside down. My heart stopped. Ripping that putrid cunt off her and seeing her still alive and breathing without bullet holes is the only reason my heart started to beat again. She clings to me like she is terrified she’ll be taken again. I cup the back of her head and keep her face buried in my chest as I look over to see Corvin on top of Jeff beating the shit out of him, the fact he doesn’t even twitch or make a sound tells me he’s dead. Good, the cunt doesn’t get to live after what he’s fucking done. My only hang-up is the fact I wasn’t the one to kill him myself.
Crue and Saint drag Corvin off the piece of shit while Darius bends down and holds two fingers against his neck. D cuts a glance to me and shakes his head. A sigh escapes me, how the fuck are we are going to spin this to keep our asses out of jail?
“Someone call 911 now,” Saint says. Crue nods at him letting him know he’s got Corv and he can let go.
“We can’t call the cops,” Darius breathes out. Val begins to cry louder and I hold her tighter against me. ”We’ll go down for this.” Val pulls out of my hold and stares up me with panic in her blue eyes.
“I did this. I-I won’t let any of you take the blame just look after Dawson—”
“Enough!” Val clamps her mouth closed and buries her face in my chest again at the sound of Saint’s raised voice. “No one is going to fucking jail.”
“He’s dead, dumbass,.” I grit out. Saint scowls down at me and shakes his head.
“I know,dumbass!Val shot him in self-defense, this isn’t a murder charge so call the fucking cops, now!”
