Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126

-Andi-

I didn’t have the courage to call out Beckett on his obvious lie. How do I even do that? I am in his estate, safe because of the people he assigned to watch over our house, and all I did was second–guess his intentions. I should be more grateful, right But I just knew that he was hiding something from me, something about this issue with my father, and I want to know wha it was. The question was how? Jack and Luna were loyal to Beckett. They wouldn’t tell me anything.

Days have gone by, and I haven’t gotten a visit from my father. I was waiting for him. I was tired of looking over my shoulder all the freaking time, and I wanted this all to be over, but he never came.

I had been observant with Mom. Any change in her would mean that my father paid her a visit, but her new job at the mea hop kept her occupied. It made her happy. On the other hand, Caleb was busy with his schoolwork and his online games. lready had a conversation with him regarding his computer games, and he promised to join the baseball team, so I don’t worry about his new found addiction.

Beckett had been on the road for another week. He’d been pretty busy with the team because the division series was just ight around the corner. I asked him to let me have a chunk of my own life back. I agree to have Luna on speed dial and le hem be our neighbors. But I don’t want them to follow me around.

wanted to live my normal life, no matter how tough it was, I wanted to be just regular Andi.

was even grateful that Valerie and her minions were still making my life miserable at Siobhan’s office. It means that I am till me, the easy target Andi.

I continued my work at After Hour, but only on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, while I was still deciding what I really wanted to do.

Everything had drawn back to normal, and the fear of seeing my father slowly faded into the background. I thought maybe he had moved on, or he realized that making my life miserable wasn’t worth his time anymore. Each day that passed, my guard slowly toned down, and I hadn’t realized yet that that was the biggest mistake I could ever make.

On Saturday morning, I was just coming out of work from After Hour and all I could think about was the comfort of my bed. It had been a busy night, and I was tired as hell, walking on autopilot towards my car in the parking lot.

I unlocked the car, tossed my backpack on the backseat, and opened the driver’s side. Just as I was ready to lock the door, someone opened the passenger seat and slid inside, gun pointed at my head, before I could so much as scream.

‘Drive,” the man said.

I had my hands raised in the air out of instinct, the key fob jingle on my right hand.

I couldn’t form a word. I was suddenly awake from the fatigue of work, as though I had been splashed with cold water from

head to foot.

I shook my head no, swallowing around the ball of fear that formed inside my throat.

“Drive, bitch,” he snapped, his thick Spanish accent slurring his voice.

He wasn’t wearing any bonnet, just a baseball cap over his head. His brown curls peeked from around the cap, his round brown eyes glaring at me. His cheeks were hollow, and he had tiny green stud earrings, while the hand holding the gun at my head spelled D–E–A–T–H.

“No! I’m not driving.” I yelled in a shaking voice, tossing the key towards his lap.

He sneered at me, pressing the gun nozzle to my temple.

“Este coche no necesita llave, perra,” he spat. “ijoder, conduce!” [This car doesn’t need a key, bitch

“I don’t understand!” I yelled, my hands trembling in the air.

“I said,” he thrust the gun barrel into my temple, my skin stinging. “This car doesn’t need a key, so drive, hija de pota

“I don’t want to!” I could feel the sting of fear piercing my chest, yet I didn’t know why I was refusing to follow this mat’s command. He had the gun pointed at my head. He could kill me with just one squeeze on the trigger

“Drive or I’ll tie you up and make you ride in the trunk,” he gritted his teeth, forcing the gun at my head once again. Th way, you are coming with me; your choice.”

I debated all my options and slowly lowered my hands on the steering wheel, pressing the start button. A beeping sound filled the car.

‘Make that stop,” the man said.

‘Your seatbelt,” I said, my foot hovering over the gas pedal. I could step on the gas and make him lose his footing. There’s only a two–second window to make a decision, and I chickened out.

He grumbled under his breath and put his seatbelt on; the car hummed along with the rapid drum of my pulse. Another chance to escape this man presented itself to me. Cyrus just stepped out of the After Hour backdoor and went Cowards his motorcycle. I could have slammed my palm on the horn and called his attention, but I couldn’t. I was so dam scared of the gun pressed to my head that my throat had gone dry and my blood had run cold.

‘Gracias, joder!” the man moaned when the beeping stopped. “Now drive.”

‘Where… where are we going?” I had the courage to ask.

‘Drive. I’ll tell you the direction,” he said, and I put the car in drive.

I’m glad that there were fewer cars at this hour on the road because I fear I might crash the car at any moment now. He tok me where to turn. We went round and round the city, as if he wanted my car to run out of gas

‘Why are you doing this?” I dared to ask as we entered the highway. We were now exiting the city, and the more we drove away, the more I lost hope of Beckett’s people finding me. I should have allowed them to follow me around. I shouldn’t hav et my pride get in the way of my safety. Now I might die somewhere far, alone, and no one would know about it.

‘Because you pissed someone off, that’s why,” the man said. His gun was now resting on top of his legs, and his face was focused on the road ahead of us.

“Who?” I frowned at him. “My father?”

“Matias?” the man chuckled. “Ah… Ese hijo de puta no sirve para nada.” [That son of a bitch is useless]

I should have listened to my Spanish teacher; maybe then I wouldn’t piss this man off with my lack of understanding of his language. “Are you working for him?”

The crackle of his laughter filled the car. “Working? No. No. He couldn’t finish the job, so I will finish him once I find him.”

I thought my father was the end of my problems, but from this man’s words, he’s much bigger than my father. So I dared to

ask his name.

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“Who are you, mister?”

He sneered, baring his yellowish teeth. “Lucas Santiago”

The trembling of my hands intensified as his name echoed in my head foras Santiago. This is the sun wo big tocory father out of prison. He’s the same one who orchestrated everything my father did.

“What do you want from me?” I blurted out. My hands wouldn’t stop draking, not even as 1 gophong t willed my heart to calm the fuck down.

I don’t know this man. I haven’t met him at the Old Town Tavern, so why is he making all this etton to bende

“You… querida,” he lifted the gun from his lap and traced the side of my face with its noze. “Was jst an shaksesion to sexy plans. This isn’t personal…” he trailed off, then placed the gun under my chin and made my head tilt up “That served I need you gone so I can finally get what’s mine.”

“What’s yours?” I frowned. I could barely make a living, much less take something that belongs to this man I felt l anything, sir. Please. You got the wrong person.”

He made a clucking sound in his mouth. “You are the right woman. You belong to that baseball player, you?

“Beckett?” My frown deepened. Is this one of Beckett’s die–hard fans? I mean, what more reason does he have to hate me this much? He even helped my father out of prison. That was the only reason I could think of for why he would warn me out of the picture.

Maybe it was nervousness. Maybe it was pure confusion, because the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could sop them. “Are you gay?” I squeaked, dread spiralling down my spine as I realized what I had just said.

‘Oh God, why did I say that? As if this were the time for small talk!

He pursed his lips into a hard line and slammed the gun on the side of my head. The force wasn’t heavy enough to make my head bleed or make me dizzy, but it still hurt.

“Sólo conduce, perra!” [Just drive!]

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