Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 112

muscles; the only downside to having more than one job now is that I couldn’t focus on my online class at night.

For the past three nights, I took my classes inside the car or at a cafe near After Hour, Cole’s club. It saved me travel time kept Mom from having to figure out that something was up with me.

I was given a cleaning job at After Hour and my schedule there fits well with my work at Siobhan’s and my classes. I don’t know if Cole thought of everything, because my work involves fewer customer encounters, and I am mostly assigned to: kitchen. If he did, I am grateful for his thoughtfulness; if not, I’m still grateful for the job.

If

my father weren’t in the picture, my part–time salary at After Hour would be enough to support my family. I wouldn’t even need to work at Siobhan’s office; at least at the club, I was in my element. I know the rules, and no one has enough t to bully me. Everyone would rather sleep than gossip about my love life.

Once I pay off my advance from Siobhan, I can decide whether to leave my 9–to–5 job there and work full–time for Cole. couldn’t even believe that the one week of working part–time for After Hour was four times my salary from Old Town Tavern. And I didn’t have to deal with rude customers.

I haven’t seen Col,e though. I wanted to thank him for this job, but Cyrus, the club manager, said Cole doesn’t come ofter After Hour unless he has a meeting. So I just shot Cole a message when I got my paycheck. The money I had earned hadn even warmed my hands when I received a message from my father.

It was Saturday morning, and I was just about to leave the parking space of After Hour. I was wondering why he didn’t call yesterday; I guess I will find out.

It was an instruction to drive to the train station ASAP. I looked around, searching for anyone suspicious in the area, but found only four motorcycles parked in the lot. They belonged to Dilan, the bartender, Cyrus, and the two security guards duty. Everyone who worked the graveyard shift had already gone home.

I signed and gripped the steering wheel tightly until my knuckles went numb. I know what my father was doing. He’s making sure I know he was watching me. He knows my routine, and he probably knows how much money I earned from After Hour and Siobhan’s agency combined.

My muscles were sore, and my head was pounding. All I wanted to do was sleep here in the parking lot, but I didn’t want to poke the monster, so with a heavy heart and aching head, I drove towards the train station he texted me.

I got there thirty minutes later. The train station operates 24/7, but at this time of day, there were fewer people in the vicinity. I put on my jacket and tucked the wad of cash into my jacket pocket before getting out of my car. I passed through the ticketing booths and towards the passenger waiting platform. The lights illuminated my father’s figure sitting on the

bench.

Autumn was coming, and the air was crisp and cold against my skin. He had a beanie on and a coat, while smoke swirled around him from the cigarette trapped between his lips.

He didn’t look in my direction, but I know he knows I’m already here. His shoulders were relaxed, and his eyes gazed into the dimness of the train tracks, as though he could see someone staring at him there.

“Would you get me coffee from the machine?” He asked as I reached the bench. He turned to me with a wickedly sweet smile. “Please, darling? Your old man is cold.”

My face turned sour. “Get your own coffee,” I spat. “I’m not your maid.”

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His eyebrows knitted together, but his smile was still there. “You don’t want to get on my bad side today, little pest. You’re a day late, and your boyfriend hasn’t pulled out the security at your house. So be a good little pet and fetch me coffee.”

I haven’t spoken to Beckett about the security, but I don’t feel like leaving our home unprotected. With a groan, I spun on my heels and went to the coffee machine. I slid a coin into the coin slot and ordered myself a cup as well. My head needs to be awake for this discussion.

My father accepted his coffee with a grin, and he even moaned when he took a sip.

“Sit,” he said.

“No, thank you,” I said and shoved my free hand into my pocket while I sipped my coffee. It tasted stale and had passed its expiration date; my face puckered.

“Suit yourself,” he said and put down the cup beside him. “My money?”

I grunted and pulled the white envelope from my pocket. My muscles were screaming at me not to give everything I earned to this bastard of a man.

He accepted the envelope with a huge grin and started counting the bills inside. Everything was there down to the last penny, but he took his sweet ass time in counting each dollar. By the time he’s done counting, I had already finished my coffee and tossed the cup into the bin.

“It’s all there. Don’t bother me again,” I said, ready to leave this man in my past and move forward, but apparently, he wasn‘ done with me.

‘Where are you going, little pest?” he called. “We’re not yet done.”

You got your money,” I said with a sigh. “What more do you need?”

He shot up to his feet and put the money in his coat’s pocket. “You got it right. I need more.”

I blinked at him. “More?”

‘Hmm–mm,” he hummed and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, lighting up one stick. “Ten grand this Friday.”

“T… ten grand?” I stuttered, eyes growing wide as my heart ached inside my chest. Does this man even know how hard I worked my ass off just to produce that five grand, and now he’s demanding double? “No. Five grand is enough. You can leave own and start somewhere far with that already.”

‘Start somewhere?” He scoffed, “What do you think of me, ten years old? Besides, what do you think it is I’m doing? This is me starting over, and I’m not leaving town, little pest. I’m here to stay. We’re a family, remember?”

I shook my head. “I won’t let you do this. I won’t give you anymore money.”

I blew smoke into the air. “Your call. You know what I would do if I didn’t have that money by Saturday. And those security guards, I want them gone, hm?”

He turned around, disappearing through the train tracks like a burglar in the night who had just robbed me of my hard- earned money and chance at peace.

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