Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 178

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Chapter 178

Chapter 178

– Andi-

It dawned on me why Beckett needed to tell me that. I don’t have personal knowledge about this ‘Kingpin of the South, but I sure heard his name a couple of times when I was still working at the Old Town Tavern.

I’d heard stories from regulars at the Old Town Tavern–how he once stared down a rival gang leader in the parking lot until the man backed off, or how no one ever dared cross him or get on his bad side. Still, all of these are pub legend tales, handed down from one drunk gambler to another, growing bigger and scarier with retelling. Something like a scary story told to children at bedtime to keep them from being naughty.

Although that might be the case, the solemn look on Beckett’s face as he waited for my reaction told me there might be a pinch of truth in those stories. A story he assumed I would already know.

So I shook my head and dropped the photo album on my lap. “Is that supposed to scare me or something?”

He blinked at me, clearly expecting a different response from me. “Haven’t you heard stories about him?”

I shook my head again. “I heard a few, but word of mouth cannot be trusted. They could add and omit details of the real story.”

Beckett pursed his lips as he nodded. “That’s true, but when it comes to Grandad, every story is true.”

“Hmmm,” I tilted my head as I stared at my fiancé. “Again, is that supposed to scare me away?”

Beckett sighed and sank into the couch beside me. He tilted his head up, the morning sun slipping through the glass wall of the house and bouncing on his cheeks. “If you’re smart.”

I mimicked his position. Now we were both staring at the seethrough ceiling. The morning sun was already creeping higher, threatening to turn the living room into an oven if we didn’t turn on the air conditioning. “I don’t think I am. I accepted the job Siobhan offered me without knowing who my employer was, yeah?”

Beckett huffed, and his head veered to the side so he could poke my nose and chuckle as my nose scrunched. “You were smart to take that job.”

“Ha–ha,” I giggled.

“On a serious note, Andi,” Beckett’s voice shifted from playful to business–like. “Are you really not scared?”

“No…” I matched his certain tone. “Why would I be? Whatever scary story I had heard about your grandad doesn’t affect me. He’s not the one I’m gonna marry, you

are.”

He visibly sighed, pushed off the couch, and faced me. “You really mean that?”

I sat up taller. “Is this the reason you wanted to get married as soon as next week?” I answered his question with another question.

“Partly,” he admitted honestly, “I don’t want grandad getting a whiff of my wedding.” he paused, opened his mouth to speak, but changed his mind and pursued it.

“Is there something I need to know about your grandad?” I pressed, anticipating another bomb that he’s gonna drop.

At that moment, I felt Beckett throw a boulder off his shoulder as he looked at me pointedly. “My mother is the firstborn child, and Cole’s dad is next. In the Maldini clan, the firstborn’s eldest son is supposed to inherit the family business.”

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I raised an eyebrow, confused as to why he sounded as if he’d inherit only liabilities and nor the assets of their b Beckett, on his own, is filthy rich, so maybe he didn’t really want whatever it is that he needed to inherit the maybe really don’t understand how a rich family works.

“You mean the hotels and restaurants?” I inquired.

Beckett’s hands clenched as his jaw ticked. “Sort of,” he grumbled, “and everything under it.”

“Under it?” I echoed, and as my voice faded in the glass house’s silence, things grew clearer

Maybe it’s like After Hour, where Cole has an underground room where he kept my father in one. Is he even still there? That thought had never crossed my mind again after I left Hawthorne Bay.

“You mean illegal businesses?” My voice dropped as sweat formed at the base of my spine.

I can’t imagine Beckett doing things Cole does under After Hour. It’s not that I am condemning Cole. I don’t know enough to judge the guy, but I know Beckett. I can’t picture him getting dirt under his fingernails like that. He’s a baseball superstar Kids love him, and if people find out about this, it would ruin his career.

Beckett’s silence was louder than a yes, and I had to clutch the edges of the photo album to keep my head from spinning literally. If it’s illegal, then it’s against the law, and the list of things that are against the law started to fill my mind.

Drugs, guns, smuggling, trafficking… Which category does Beckett’s family fall into? And do I really wanna know that?

Silence hovered between us, and Beckett ended it by grabbing the photo album from my hands, stashing it back in the drawer. Then he took my hand, planting a kiss where my engagement ring lies heavy.

“I had distanced myself from all of it the moment I played baseball. Cole is gonna take over the business instead of me. Andi,” he cooed. Then he hooked a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I just wanted you to know all of this before we get married,” he paused. “If you still want to.”

“If I still want to?” I quoted, the question hanging between us.

He’s giving me a way out, again, just like every decision I have made that concerns the two of us. How can I even back out of marrying this guy? And like I said, I am marrying him, not his grandfather or his money. It’s because I love him.

Eyes going soft, I lift my hand to cup his face and caress his cheek with my thumb.

“I want to,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “I still want to marry you, Beckett.”

Life lit up in his gray eyes as he processed what I just said. “Yeah?”

I nodded my head. “Let’s get married next week.”

Some might call this a decision on a whim, but after everything that happened to me, I get how short life is. Everything might fall apart in the blink of an eye, and I don’t wanna spend my life being scared anymore.

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