Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 136

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The wall was rough against my palms as I used it for support to stand. I staggered on my feet, my heart pounding in its cage as the sound of gunfire screamed louder and closer. The four walls of the darkroom muffled the noise outside. I couldn’t be mistaken. That was gunfire. Everything had been silent since Lucas left, and I am not just imagining things.

Longing and hope bloomed in my chest. Could it be Beckett? Did he finally find me?

Before I could even let myself relish the thought of seeing him again, I was reminded of the conversation I had with Lucas. Beckett is now married to Sloane on paper. They might not have a wedding, but they are still bound by law.

I leaned against the wall, unsure of what to do next as heartbreak ricocheted through my chest, pulverizing what remained of my heart.

I had known that Beckett was out of my reach. He is from a prestigious, old–money family and a living baseball legend. Me? What am I really? Just some girl who didn’t even have the time to dream of a future because she was too busy surviving. How silly of me! I was his maid, for fuck’s sake. How could I be so stupid? I knew from the start I never stood a chance.

Then there is my history with Carter. One foolishness should have been enough. But no, I made that mistake twice!

I was lost in berating myself that I didn’t notice the gunfire had stopped.

Footsteps rushed in my direction. There was more than one, more like a fleet. I braced myself for what was to come. These people might not be here for me. They could be Lucas’s enemies for all I know.

The door latched open; the metal groaned against cement, and the light slowly spilled in from outside.

My eyes were pinched thin as I made out who was standing in the doorway.

“Find him!” A deep, commanding baritone barked. That command was followed by a deep, heavy sigh.

My eyes needed time to adjust to the lights once again, but I didn’t need my eyes to recognize that voice. And damn if I wasn’t relieved that it was him who found me.

“Andi” Cole grumbled. There was no hesitation in his steps as he crossed the room.

My resolve crumbled as Cole cupped my face, checking my head for injuries. My tear ducts recognized that I was finally in safe hands, and let my tears break free.

“Cole…” There was sand in my throat. “Cole,” I sobbed, falling into a fit of grateful tears.

“You’re safe now,” he murmured, scooping me into his arms bridal–style. My world was on tilt with each step Cole took. I had to shut my eyes as he brought me out of the room, across the ruins of the abandoned building. “Enough of the tears, Andi. Everything is gonna be okay”

“You found me,” I murmured, hiding my face in the shadow cast by his face.

Cole’s body was a great contrast against the walls and floor of that dark room. He was a warm wall of muscle that didn’t allow me to crumble to my feet.

“It wasn’t me who found you,” he said, the smell of leather surrounding me as he set me down on solid ground. There was enough shadow overhead to aid my eyes in finally adjusting to the light.

I know Lucas had only kidnapped me yesterday, but having no one to talk to in that cold, dark room did a number on my

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sanity. I had a ton of realizations. One could even say I went through the cycles of grieving ten times inside my prison for one day.

“Beckett found you” Cole added. My gaze snapped to him at the mention of Beckett’s name.

He found me? That doesn’t add up, and my heart doesn’t know whether to be happy or terrified. Now that I am outside that dark room, there’s a high chance that I would see Beckett, and I don’t think I am ready to face him yet.

Luna cut through the growing tension in my shoulder. “Andi! Oh my god, are you okay?” she fired, worry glowing in her

eyes.

‘I’ve been better,” I say with a grateful smile, relieved to finally be surrounded by familiar faces rather than be bathed in darkness.

My eyes still hurt from the sudden change in my surroundings, but I noticed that there were one too many people in this abandoned building now. Cole was speaking with two other men in the same black shirt and jeans, guns hanging from holsters wrapped around their chests.

‘I was so worried about you,” she gushed, placing a hand under my chin and tipping my head side to side, much gentler than how Cole did it earlier.

Luna brought a first–aid kit, a blanket, and a water bottle, sitting down beside me in the back of the van. She checked my arms and hands first. “Did he hurt you?” she inquired, reaching for the blanket. She unfolded the plaid blanket, tossing it over my shoulder to keep me warm.

“He didn’t hurt me,” I told Luna, even if she was not asking for it.

“Hurting you and laying a hand on you are different things, Andi,” she corrected, picked up the water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to me. I sighed around the water that rushed into my body, my mood already elevating.

I winced when a pinching pain registered in my palms. Luna was holding my right hand, gently dabbing cotton balls with alcohol on my bruises. It was far from fatal, but I understood the worry on Luna’s face as she frowned at my hand.

I’m tougher than I look, Luna,” I assured her.

‘I should have been there, Andi,” she voiced. She doesn’t look in my eyes, keeping her focus on my hand, but I could feel her guilt filling the small bubble we were in. “We could have prevented this from happening.”

“Luna,” I whispered. “No one wanted this, and if there was anyone to blame, it’s my stubbornness. I just want to feel normal,” I reason, admitting to myself and to Luna that this all happened because of me.

Luna sighed. She squared her shoulder and met my gaze. “From now on, I won’t listen to you. If I know you are in danger, I will follow you, and there’s nothing you can say or do to stop me, got it?”

[ blinked at her, stunned. She was more terrifying than my mom because her tone was calm, but I could feel her sincerity in her threats. “O… kay.” I had to bite my lip to stop my smile from tearing my face in half.

Luna was controlling her smile, too, by narrowing her eyes at me. “Keep that in mind,” she warned as she grabbed my water bottle and the towel from the first–aid kit, drenching it, and started wiping my cheeks. Her touch was airy, too gentle for someone whose profession is keeping people safe.

A fifth SUV arrived at the scene. I didn’t want to overthink as I watched it park alongside the three vans that were already filling the empty space in front of the abandoned warehouse. Whoever was in the van took a moment before revealing himself, but my heart could already feel who it was.

Beckett.

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