Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169

Chapter 169

-Beckett-

I hadn’t seen this guy face–to–face before, but I could already see that this was by far the worst of his days. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in days, who was haunted by the ghost of death himself, and he knew that he had one foot in hell by being captive here. I mean, he got that D–E–A–T–H tattooed on his hands after all, so maybe he was prepared to face that more than he lets on.

His ankles and hands were bound to a metal chair with a zip tie, and he was wearing nothing but thin white shorts that were covered in his blood. His blood, I assume. He had shaved his head. I wonder if that was Cole’s doing, too, but those busted lips and swollen eyes are definitely my cousin’s art.

The room was bathed in fluorescent white, hiding nothing from my scrutiny. He was almost skin and bones, far from the pictures of him in Sloane’s phone.

He should have run better. He should have flown to Cambodia or Vietnam, because now, he won’t be going anywhere after this, but six feet under.

Miguel groaned, sensing visitors in his cell. He peeked at me through his better eye; he winced as he pursed his lips to speak.

I stepped inside the room. This room was better than the cave where I kept Matias for a day before. Here, I can’t threaten Miguel that we’d leave him bleeding for the wild animals to finish him off.

I stood before Miguel until he was craning his neck so he was glaring at me.

I wanted to see his awareness, his anger, and his desire to end me, and he didn’t disappoint. His one eye was burning with rage, and he could still clench his fist.

Cole stayed by the door, leaving it open, unbothered if his men would hear or see what was gonna happen here. In fact, he was watching me keenly, waiting to see if I could still be like him.

You know who I am,” I said. It wasn’t a question.

Miguel’s jaw tightened. He said nothing.

That’s fine.” I laced my fingers together. “I’ll talk, you listen. Then you’ll talk, and I’ll decide what happens next.”

He remained silent. He thinks that he can find a way out of this. He still has hope, and that’s what I am going to squash, and I will take pleasure in doing that. His eyes moved to Cole, then back to me. He hides his anger under the pretence of that glare, but I know better. Cole knows better.

‘Someone’s funding all your moves against me,” I said. “I want a name.”

He answered with a huff. He was still underestimating my desire to protect Andi and my ability to do so, and that was his biggest mistake.

I placed a hand on his shoulder, clenching and balled my free hand on my side, landing a solid punch on his stomach.

His body curled forward, retching whatever fluid was left in his stomach. I gave him a moment to recover, then placed my hand on his forehead, pushing his head backward until his throat was stretched to the maximum, until he had no other choice but to meet my burning gaze.

“I want a name, Miguel, or I won’t just kill you. I will kill the last of your kin until the unborn child,” I spat. He tried to crane his neck and look at Cole. “Nah, don’t look at him. Look at me. I am the one you want, right? You’ve been messing with my woman to get to me. Here I am, get me.”

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His lips parted, he was ready to speak, but I covered his mouth and nose with my palms, blocking all the air from leaving and entering his body.

I held his head in place, making sure he saw the sincerity in my threat. His hand started to rattle against his zip ties, and his feet followed. He was turning bright red, his eyes blown wide, even the one that was swollen. I released him. He choked as he gasped for air.

I stood over him. My hand was wet with his blood and saliva. I feel sick of what I was doing, but I needed this for my own sanity.

“Name. Give me a name, Miguel, or I will be choosing a tool from that table on the side next,” I pointed at the metal table in the corner of the room. All knives, chains, saws and axes were rusty and stained with blood. If he didn’t die from this interrogation, he would die from contamination and bacteria.

“I… I don’t know,” Miguel admitted, and part of me was disappointed that he’d be willing to give me a name this easily. I was so angry at this man that I don’t know where to put this adrenaline coursing through my veins.

“Is that a name?” I deadpanned. “Do you think that’s a new name, Cole?” I turned to Cole, who pursed his lips and shook his head.

“I think not. Maybe he needs a little more motivation,” Cole suggested with a menacing gaze at Miguel.

“I think so too,” I said, starting towards the table.

“No!” Miguel’s panic filled the room as he tried to break free from his, “Please, no more!”

I paused mid–way, shaking my head at Miguel. “Then you better give me a name, Miguel, because I think he is right. You need more motivation.”

“No more, please. No more,” the horror in his eyes was thick as Cole huffed. I wonder what the hell Cole did to him yesterday. Miguel was suddenly scared shit in his seat. “I really don’t know his name. I am only receiving instructions through a messaging app, and the accounts he’s using are dummy accounts.”

I tilt my head to the side. “Surely you can give me more than that, Miguel. Something useful, or I might use you as a guinea pig.”

He thought hard. The crease in his forehead was deep, and a light bulb lit up over his head. “He sent me money when I was in Beverly Hills, maybe you can track that. He’s always dropping cash on some location he chooses, but that one time, he wired me the money.”

I turned to Cole. This was the first time he’d heard about this, too, so he shrugged his shoulders. “I can just kill him.”

“Please!” Miguel’s voice cracked. “I did all of this for Sloane. She said we’d finally be together after this.” He swallowed hard, the truth sitting in his throat like a stone. “She just used me. She has no plans of leaving you, not even after she gets your money.”

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