Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 127

The tender part of my head where he hit me with the gun was pulsing, but I’ve gotta stay focused on doing se 1 nighte cause my own demise.

As night faded into dawn, the highway we were threading through grew ever more restore the farther the wheels sled Lucas doesn’t bark orders again; his lips were pursed into a hard line. I hope I didn’t bruise his ego with what I said. He’s man with the gun. He can’t be that sensitive, right?

Maybe it was the nerves wrecking my sanity. I should be satisfied with the silence, but I don ́s testering and author so I had to start a conversation again.

“Lucas, can I call you Lucas?” I started, my voice awfully too friendly to our current kidnapper–traggor whatsap He responded with a grunt and whipped his face slightly towards the window. “Shut up.”

I gasped, nibbled my lip nervously, and slid a glance in his direction. “Come on. I’m sorry. I’m not really good or bring kidnapped.”

As I voiced those words out loud, I realized the absurdity of what I’m doing; talking to my kidnapper

I shook my head with a chuckle, and Lucas frowned at me. “Has perdido la cabeza?” (Have you lost your mind?]

‘I don’t know how many times I need to tell you I don’t speak Spanish,” I rolled my hand in the air as though that would cross the language barrier between us. “No hablo español. There. That’s all I know.” (I don’t speak Spanis

‘You should have listened to your Spanish teacher,” he grumbled.

“You know what?” I offered him a smile. “You kidnapped me, so you adjust, okay? English only, yeah?”

He rumbled another groan, his hand loose around the grip of his handgun as he pressed his elbow on the windowpane stared at the slowly breaking dawn.

What do you want from me?” I asked, “Maybe we could come up with an agreement?”

‘No deal,” he shut me down in his cold, stiff tone, dismissing me as if I were a kid asking for candy.

What?” I gasped as a pounding started to drum in my head. I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep. If he were to make me drive icross states, we both wouldn’t make it alive. “Why not? I don’t even know what you want from Beckett. Maybe I can help

you out.”

He let out an incredulous chuckle. “You can help by not breathing, querida.”

I was slapped in the face by his statement. He just revealed what he would do to me. I won’t make it out alive from this ordeal, no matter how friendly I speak to him.

That shut me up. I wallowed in my cockiness of not needing someone to keep an eye on me after my encounter with my father. How I wish I had just swallowed my pride and let Luna or Jack shadow me. Maybe then I wouldn’t be in this situation. Maybe then my mom wouldn’t need to mourn her daughter once Lucas was done with me.

Lucas then barked a direction to exit the highway. I do as I’m told, like a puppy listening to its master. My hands were tight on the steering wheel, as if I were holding onto the last shred of hope.

Lucas checked his phone as we entered the main road. I haven’t been to this part of Hawthorne Bay, and it’s getting more

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isolated by the minute. There was nothing on either side of the road apart from the endless dry fields. And as the sun ro on the horizon, I understood how grave my situation was.

No one will notice I’ve been missing for the next twelve hours. They’d think I was in my room, sleeping after a long nigh

After Hour.

Tears blurred my sight, but I blinked them away. I’ve got no one else to save me but myself.

As the sun rose, Lucas kept checking his phone. He grows tense by the second, and my mind scrambles for a plan. Shoul run into the roadside railings and hope that Lucas would hit his head hard on the dashboard? But every time my though stray, I feel the weight of the gun lying idle on Lucas’s lap. One squeeze and I’m game over.

The dried field finally ended, and we reached an abandoned warehouse with graffiti covering its broken brick walls. I try remember the way. If I ever get out, I’ll need to remember this.

“Stop here,” Lucas commanded. I glanced at him, confused. We were in the middle of a wreck, but he just stared back, col and unreadable.

The car slowed as I gradually stepped on the brakes. I studied the structures surrounding us, or what remains of the once busy warehouse.

My phone was in my bag. He hasn’t asked for it, and I wonder if this was just some mind game he’s playing with me. Luna was on speed dial 3. I could even call 911 just as fast, but how will I be able to grab it without alerting my kidnapper? It was impossible feat.

We sit inside the car, the engine humming. Lucas makes a call–speaking rapid Spanish to someone I can’t see. I catch onl fragments: “la chica,” “el dinero,” “el policía.”

My stomach turns. I understand those fragments. The girl. The money. The police.

Money? Why would that think I was worth any money to Beckett?

A memory of my father flashes into my head. He knew about the black card, and he knew Beckett gave me enough money for him to start a new life. Does Lucas want the money on that black card, too?

Lucas hangs up. “Out of the car. Now.” He pointed the gun at my head. This time, his grip was firm, and his eyes were laser- focused.

I undid my seatbelt and obeyed, sliding out of the car on my stiff legs.

The air was tangy. It smells of old rocks and mold, and dust. Lucas rounded the hood of the car and prodded me forward with the gun pressed against my lower back. My mind races, I scan a lot. Nothing but broken walls, abandoned cars, and garbage. I look for anything, anyone.

He forced me into an abandoned building where the ground was wet and rats scurried away at the sight of humans. The air smells of oil and mold. My heart hammers as I scan for a way out of this, coming out empty–handed.

For a second, I think about running. It’s better than dying on this ground of molds, but Lucas grabs my arm hard. “Don’t try anything, chica.”

He shoved me on the shoulder when I staggered on my feet. We kept walking further inside the warehouse, through the crack in the wall, and through a building without a roof. It felt like we walked through a maze when, finally, Lucas stopped pushing me as we halted before a room with a metal door.

“Inside,” he shoved me again, but I didn’t move from the spot.

The room looked as if it had once been a stockroom. The walls are still intact, and a lone light coming from the cracks of the

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cemented roof illuminated the poor conditions of the room.

1 bite my lip to keep from crying. “No.”

“Inside!” Lucas screeched, kicking me in the lower back. I yelped in pain, curling forward, but I was only halfway through

the door.

Lucas grabbed my feet, spitting angrily in Spanish. Maybe he was cursing me, I wouldn’t know.

“No!” I kicked his hand away, rolled onto my back, and scrambled to my feet. Lucas grabbed my hair and whirled me side to side like a sack of cotton. “Ahhhh! You bastard!” I clawed at his hand, but he threw me to the ground with so much force tha my body veered onto the dusty ground.

I clawed my way through the debris–covered ground, coughing through the pain everywhere in my body. I knew it was already too late. I should have fought him in the parking lot. Why did I ever let him take me to this abandoned location?

I regret not doing a lot of things this morning, but I tried to fight Lucas from dragging me into the dark room.

My elbows and arms had been scraped through the grappling, but he used his strength to weaken me. He landed a kick on my stomach and back. His shoe left marks on my skin when he was done. To make sure I didn’t fight again, he landed one heavy blow on my head until I was almost half unconscious.

knew that Lucas yanked me into the room, kicked me in the stomach again, before he kept cursing and cursing as he closed the metal door. The next thing I knew, I was locked away in a dark, isolated room somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

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