Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

-Beckett-

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I had a hunch, but a tiny voice in my head was praying for me to be wrong. Yet, here I was, hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel as I waited for Jack to drag Sloane into the backseat of the SUV.

Sloane was half a foot taller than Jack, and then added her skyscraper shoes into the mix; they looked like siblings walking side by side, having a fight.

Sloane wriggled out of Jack’s tight grip like a thrashing fish out of the water. She could make a scene. Scream for help, but she won’t. I told Jack how to make Sloane compliant so he could drag her out of City Hall if he found her.

I didn’t want to be right about this, but I’ll be damned if I say I am surprised to be right.

Sloane. Fucking Sloane Marquez. I should have seen the red flag when she attacked Andi at the estate like a maniac. But I didn’t think she would be capable of doing something like this, aiding in kidnapping Andi and hurting her. The scary part is that what if she was the mastermind and Miguel was only working for her?

Humid air blasted inside the SUV as Jack opened the backseat door. Then Sloane’s controlled, angry voice filled the car. “Let me go, asshole!” she hissed, her high–heeled shoes grazing Jack on the stomach as she kicked him.

“Fuck, woman!” Jack grumbled, pushing Sloane further inside as he climbed to the seat next to her.

Sloane shrieked as she toppled over the other side of the backseat. “This is kidnapping!” She sat taller and landed a series of slaps on Jack’s shoulder.

She doesn’t notice me just yet. She was too busy throwing a fit fighting Jack.

“You!” Jack groaned. “Stop that woman!”

“Don’t you know who I am? I am Slaone Hale. Wife of Beckett Hale, and once he finds out about this, he will make you pay!” Those lies rolled off her tongue as if she’d been using those lines for quite some time.

Jack chuckled. “Yeah?” he taunted. “I bet he would be really mad if I did this, huh,” he murmured as he secured Sloane’s hands with a handcuff and fastened them on the door handle.

“What? What the fuck? Let me go!” Sloane tugged on the cuffs, her voice rising two octaves. “Didn’t you hear what I said? I am Beckett-”

“No, you’re not.” Jack says with a chortle. The absurdity of Sloane’s lies made him shake his head and laugh.

Sloane gasped, assured by her kidnapper’s reaction. “Just you wait and-” she paused. That was the only time shè lifted her gaze toward the rearview mirror, catching my burning glare. “Beckett…”

“Oh, shit,” Jack’s smile was smug. “Your husband is here. And would you look at that, he’s really mad –” he was in the mood to rub salt on Sloane’s bruised ego.” – at you. And you don’t want to be on the boss’s bad side.”

Sloane tugged on the handcuffs, a whirlwind of emotions swirling in her eyes. “Be… Beckett?” she murmured, her smile faltering. “What is going on?”

Luna’s voice crackles over the comm. “We’re two clicks away from our location,” she announced. Then came Cole, Reed, and Dean’s announcement that they were already on site, ready to start searching the unused buildings around the area.

“Did you get the paper?” I asked Jack, completely ignoring Sloane.

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Jack pulled out the marriage contract that I had filed earlier. “Got it.”

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Included in Jack’s task was sneaking into the clerk’s office and stealing the document. If you wanted something stolen, Jack was your man. He’s not that tall, and he blends well with the crowd. And from what I saw earlier, the clerk would rather be a call center agent.

“Shred it.” I say and put the car into drive. Jack followed suit with a grin; the tearing sound was music to my ears.

“No!” Sloane gasped. “You you can’t do that!” She pulled on the cuffs as Jack ripped the contract to shreds.

Sloane’s reaction made my molars grind. That was another piece of evidence that she was in on everything that happened to

Andi

My pulse spikes. I considered Sloane my younger sister and watched over her as I had promised her brother. I thought I knew her. How can she be capable of these hideous acts?

“You better start talking. Sloane,” I gritted my teeth. “Where is Andi?”

“Andi?” she deadpanned. “Why are you asking me about her?”

I can’t remember the last time I was this mad at someone. I had good control over my emotions, but Sloane’s cunning response and tone made me want to stop this car and squeeze the answer out of her.

“Jack.” I nodded at Jack. It was his cue to put the next phase of our plan into action

Jack smirked, then reached over Sloane’s sling bag, tossing everything inside onto the backseat.

“What are you doing?” Sloane’s eyes grew wide as Jack picked up her phone from the mess of makeup, purse, pen, and bubblegum. “Hey, that’s my phone!”

“I know, honey,” Jack goaded, gripped the back of Sloane’s head, and leveled the phone at her face, the screen unlocking successfully. “Let’s see what have we got here?”

“Hey, you can’t do that. That’s my personal property,” she reasoned, her voice breaking as Jack searched for any clues of Andi’s whereabouts. “Give it back!”

“Shhh,” Jack shushed her. I kept my eyes on the road, headed for the Rose Creek exit, but we were half an hour away from the rest of our team.

“Oh!” Jack pretended to gasp and cringe. That’s ugh… I did not see that.

“You perv!” Sloane’s cheeks started to turn red the more Jack pursued the contents of her mobile. I was starting to wonder what Jack was seeing based on the cringe sound he was making. He sounded as if he was ready to gag. “Stop that! You can’t just go through someone’s phone!”

Sloane’s rattling and pithy voice was starting to hurt my ears, so I said. “If you don’t want him to see everything on your phone, better start telling us where Andi is.”

“Andi? I don’t know where that bitch is. I’m not her babysitter,” Sloane slumped back on the seat, her hope of escaping the handcuffs through her seething words waning.

“Lucas Santiago is,” I grumbled. “Or should I say, Miguel Arce?”

Hearing that name made Sloane’s eyes snap at me. That name was more important to her than her phone. “How how did you know that name?”

“You’re not in a position to ask questions. Tell me where Andi or I’m driving you straight to the police station, then I will 2/3

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make Jack post everything on your phone online.”

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“You… you won’t do that, Beckett,” Sloane was trying to convince herself more than me. She was wrong. I would do every evil thing she could think of just to find Andi. Cole said it. Sometimes we have to be the bad guy to protect the ones we love.

“I will, Sloane,” I met her eyes through the rearview mirror. “I won’t take you to the police, but I will ruin your name and reputation until no brand will ever trust you.”

Sloane bit her lip, weary started to bloom in her face. “You won’t do that.”

Handing Sloane over to the authorities was my last resort. Her image is the most important thing for Sloane, and what better way to get the answers we need, right? It may sound cruel and unfair, but she didn’t give a shit that Miguel tossed Andi into that dark, wet room.

“Jack,” I called, and Jack immediately understood what he had to do.

“Instagram,” Jack murmured. “Upload…. Hmm… I think this one.”

Sloane’s neck elongated as she peeked at what Jack was doing on her phone. “No! You can’t post that!”

I can see Jack’s thumb hovering over the share button. “Then tell us where Andi is.”

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