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“Wh—what?” This is the last thing I expected to hear.
“He begged me to come to his office for sex!”
Beckett turns his attention to my cousin who’s fighting against her restraints. A female officer forces her to calm down.
“You’re a walking red flag, Mariah,” Beckett says. “Everything you said since you sat in the chair across from my desk was recorded. Every incriminating word. Every malicious threat. Every devious blackmail plot.”
“You—you—” Mariah’s jaw drops. “You recorded everything?”
“Audio and video,” Beckett says.
Mariah looks positively petrified.
“That’s right, bitch,” Beckett says. “This is my house! You don’t lay down the law here. I do! I let you believe you had the upper hand, which gave you enough rope to tie the noose around your neck… and you did.”
“Threat? Blackmail?” I ask.
“Showtime!” Beckett says. “Clyde, can you please turn off the lights and pull the curtains closed.”
“Certainly, sir.”
Beckett walks up to his desk and grabs a remote control. He points it at the ceiling and the retractable screen lowers. The room isn’t pitch black, but it’s dark enough.
“There’s thirty minutes of this shit, but before you got here, I pre-set the video to play the most incriminating part,” Beckett says. “I want you to hear it from the horse’s mouth. It’s only three minutes, but it speaks volumes.”
“Okay,” I say.
Mariah’s annoying voice fills the room.
I watch and listen in absolute horror.
“Clyde, lights back on, please,” Beckett says when the snippet ends.
Clyde obliges, and then, he opens the curtains.
The office is immersed in silence.
All eyes are on Mariah.
I stare at my cousin in disgust.
I never knew the true depth of her malevolence.
It’s worse than I could’ve possibly imagined.
And after all these years, I still don’t know why she keeps beating me down with her animosity like she would a sworn enemy.
She holds my stare and smirks, proud of herself.
Up to this point, I didn’t think I had a violent streak in my body. Then again, until now, I never knew how far she’d be willing to go to hurt me. Before I know it, I leap in Mariah’s direction, ready to wipe that condescending smirk off her face.
Beckett’s quick arms wrap around my waist, holding me back.
“Don’t ruin it,” he tells me. “This is as perfect as it gets.”
I’m dumbfounded.
I wiggle out of his hold.
