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)
“Yes?”
“I didn’t think you’d actually pull it off,” Rocco says, smugly. “Well done, Poppy.”
“I can’t be running from you forever, better her than me. Are we square?” I say, my voice casual and seemingly uncaring.
“We’re square, but you tell that little biker club that if they come after her, she’ll die.”
“I don’t care what they do, I just want to get the hell out of here.”
Rocco laughs. “I always did like you, if you ever decide to come to the bad side ...”
“I won’t call you. Bye, Rocco.”
I hang up the phone and exhale. He fell for it, hook line and sinker. Now to face the club and tell them what I’ve done. They’re going to lose their shit, Beckett is going to hate me, and nobody will trust me again, but if this works and we can finish this then maybe we might find ourselves free.
I drive Beckett’s truck back to the warehouse, and when I arrive, I’m surprised to find everyone is here and not at the clubhouse. I’m guessing they are waiting for me. The second the truck rolls in, they roll out. All of them, standing in a big angry line as I climb out of Beckett’s truck, my hands shaking.
“What. The. Ever. Loving. Fuck. Have. You. Done?”
That’s Beckett and he’s wild. His face is contorted with rage and his fists are clenched.
“Can we talk inside?” I say, carefully. “It’s important.”
“You’re a fucking maniac,” he roars, so loudly I flinch.
Riggs puts his hand on Beckett’s shoulder, trying to calm him down. “Take it easy, brother.”
I swallow, tears burning behind my eyelids as I realize just how much he hates me right now, and that’s only going to get worse when I tell him what I’ve really done.
He steps out of the way, and they let me walk inside, but I hear the guns cocking as they follow me. All the trust has gone, as I expected. I close my eyes and calm myself as I make my way into the kitchen. I wish Eve and Ramona were here, perhaps it would be less harsh if they were. I turn slowly and face the raging group.
“You got three seconds to talk,” Riggs growls. “I’d hurry.”
I exhale. “Rocco made me a deal.”
Beckett looks like he wants to explode, he hates me so much. God dammit, that hurts.
“What sort of deal?” Remy asks, his voice tight. Remy is never angry, but tonight, he’s looking at me like I’m a monster.
“He wanted something more than he wanted me, so I gave it to him.”
“What?” Beckett barks. “Fucking talk.”
I close my eyes for a second, and then open them. “Someone was working for him, passing information about the club back to him. He told me if I delivered that person, he’d let me go.”
“Who?” Riggs grinds out.
“Becky,” I whisper.
For a minute, the whole room goes quiet.
Beckett looks like he’s going to lose it, and I’m right.
He loses it.
He storms over to me, shoving his gun into my temple, his other hand around the back of my head. I gasp in a breath and tears burst forth, rolling down my cheeks. “What did you fucking do?” he roars. “Where is she?”
“She was passing information to him, she was using you,” I manage between terrified sobs.
“You’re a fuckin’ liar, he’d tell you anything to get you to do what he wanted. Where the fuck is she?”
He presses the gun harder into my temple.
“She’s with Rocco, and she admitted it all. But, we came up with a ...”
“Take her away,” Beckett bellows.
“No,” I say as he releases me, shoving me towards Remy who starts dragging me towards the exit. “No, you need to listen.”
“Gag her,” Beckett orders, his voice terrifying, his eyes wild. “She’s a fuckin’ liar, doing things for her own gain.”
“Beckett, please,” I beg, fighting Remy. “You need to listen. I’m telling the truth. If you don’t ...”
Something goes over my mouth, tape maybe? I don’t know. I shake my head back and forth, screaming even though it’s futile. I can’t speak and Beckett won’t allow to me to explain anything. If he doesn’t listen, then we can’t help her. Tears roll harder down my cheeks as Remy takes me out and shoves me into Beckett’s truck.
Then he gets in and everyone piles into the trucks around it.
We start driving back to the clubhouse.
I cry the entire way, trying to plead with Remy to listen, but he can’t hear my muffled pleas. He can only hear noises and he’s ignoring every single one of them.
“We tried to help you,” he says, his voice rough and low. “We fuckin’ tried, Poppy. You made a mistake tonight, a huge fucking mistake. Nobody can help you now.”
I shake my head and cry, but it’s no use.
He’s not going to listen.
Nobody is.
What the hell have I done?