Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 58

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Chapter 58

Chapter 58

-Andi-

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I hadn’t hoped for miracles. Luck hadn’t been on my side for a long, long time, but I think that might have changed. And that change was my ex–boss, Beckett Hale,

His voice cut through the panic clawing at my chest, like a flash of light piercing through the darkness before me.

I don’t know how or why he was here. One second I was alone behind the tavern, the next I was trapped in a stranger’s grip -and now Beckett Hale was standing a few feet away, eyes locked on mine like nothing else existed.

He lose his cap, but his fiery gaze was still on me, on the man that was holding me in a chokehold. If those gray eyes could shoot fire, we’d already be burning by now.

I hate that I am once again at Beckett’s mercy, but I can’t stop the hope blooming painfully in my chest.

It’s like my panic had now crawled into the arms of the man who was holding me. He tightened his chokehold instead of loosening it. My breath hitched as his forearm crushed harder against my throat, and once again, he pulled my attention back to him, as I felt the tip of something sharp dig into my side.

A knife.

The gasp that left me was broken and useless as the blade cut through my shirt and bit into my skin. Heat flared on my side, sharp and terrifying, followed by a wet warmth that seeped downward through my body. I could feel the blood soaking through the fabric of my shirt, drenching the hope that bloomed in my chest in dangerous fear.

“Easy,” Beckett said calmly, though I could see the tension coiled tight in his body as he noticed the knife digging into my side. He raised his hand in the air, showing my attacker that he wasn’t a threat. “You don’t need to do this.”

My attacker’s laugh was a slurred, ugly sound that roared into my ears. His stale breath embraced me. He reeked of alcohol, and his grip was unsteady but vicious. My knees buckled, and only his arm around my neck kept me upright.

“If it’s money you want,” Beckett went on, slowly taking a step forward. “I’ve got cash. Take my wallet. Take everything in it. Just let her go.”

Hesitation rolled onto the man behind me. His heartbeat was drumming on my spine, loud and fast.

I felt the brief slackening of his arm; the knife wavering. He was drunk enough that his balance was off, his hold lousy, but he still wouldn’t release me. His hand shook, and the blade pressed harder and deeper into my side.

Pain exploded down where his knife was penetrating my body. I don’t know how deep his knife was already in, but it fucking stings!

My vision was starting to get blurry, yet through the haze, all I could see was Beckett.

When did our paths intertwine like this? Twice now, he’d been there when there was an attacker nearby. Maybe he’s not my luck, but my curse. Whatever it was, I’m grateful that he’s here. If I’m dying tonight, at least there’s one person who’d tell Mom and Caleb about what happened to me.

Beckett Hale. Beckett freaking Hale.

Who would have thought that the man who barked orders at me on his estate would see me in this situation, would be with me in these dire times? The same cold, infuriating man who kissed me and walked away like I meant nothing.

This Beckett was pale beneath the lone streetlight in the alley. His jaw was clenched, his gray eyes burning with something

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Fear. Anger. Determination.

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All of those emotions are because of me, but I couldn’t understand them. I was so sure he hated me from the moment he saw me standing beside Siobhan at his mansion. So sure I was nothing but an inconvenience to him.

Then why was he here?

Why was he trying so hard to save me?

My strength drained with every shallow breath. The knife dug in again, and the terrifying fact became clearer: one wrong movement, one bad strike, and this would end badly. Fatally.

If this was it, I wanted Beckett to know that, as spontaneous as him being here, I’m grateful. Also, I wanted to apologize for resigning, for storming out of the estate, for being angry, for pretending that kiss hadn’t meant anything to me.

Because it did, it was better than Carter’s kisses. That was the very reason I had to walk away.

My lips parted, but no sound came out. Only a strangled gasp filled with fear and sadness.

Beckett’s expression flickered. I saw the moment his control started to crack–the slight tic in his jaw, the way his shoulders. tightened as he glanced past me. Those eyes were calculating. He was thinking of a way to save me from this mess, and that is another thing I have to be thankful for.

He opened his wallet, held it up so the man could see the thick stack of bills inside. “This is yours,” he said evenly. “All of it. Just don’t hurt her, okay?”

The attacker swayed. His breath twitched as he was torn between greed and violence.

Beckett’s eyes darkened as he watched the attacker behind me. His jaw ticked once more.

Then, like a man who had lost all his options, his shoulders fell as his hand dropped with a thud onto his side. He murmured quietly, but with absolute certainty, “Do it.”

“What-” my attacker couldn’t finish his sentence as everything shifted faster than lightning strike.

The pressure around my throat vanished. I stumbled forward as the man’s grip loosened; the knife slipping away as I collapsed to the ground. Air rushed into my lungs in a painful gasp. My head hit the pavement, and pain seared into my body as if it had been set on fire.

I groaned, but it was swallowed by the thud and grunt that rolled behind me. There was a crash, a slam, and more thudding.

I couldn’t move, then large warm hands rolled me onto my back. These hands were gentle but firm, and Beckett was there, cradling me like I might shatter if he let go. His arm slid under my shoulders, pulling me against his chest. He held me in a bridal position, and over his shoulder, I saw Cole.

Cole had the attacker pinned against the wall. One fist gripping the man’s shirt while the other slammed into his stomach again and again with brutal precision. The guy folded, groaning, completely helpless now as the knife soaked in my blood shone beneath his feet.

Beckett didn’t even look.

His entire world narrowed to me.

“Andi,” he said urgently, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin like he needed to ground himself. “Hey, Look at me. You’re going to be okay.”

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I wanted to laugh at him, but my voice shook. My side throbbed, my body trembling now that the adrenaline was crashing through me

How could he be sure that I was going to be okay? Can he see the future?

1–I’m here,” he croaked. “I’m here, Andi. Don’t close your eyes, yeah?”

His breath left him in a shaky exhale, his forehead dropping briefly to mine. His hand stayed on my face, impossibly soft, reverent–like I was something precious and he didn’t want to break me.

I stared up at him through blurred vision, confused and stunned.

This couldn’t be the same man who made my life hell at his estate. The same man who looked at me like I was a problem to be managed

Because the way Beckett Hale was holding me now felt like losing me had never been an option.

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