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Chapter 8

Chapter 8-

The look on Beckham's face was sprawled with hope. I smile and after a while, so does Lau. Zachary though, remains silent and shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other.

"So what happens now that we know where Irma is?" Lau asks wiping the counter top.

I noticed that we spent a lot of time here, in my apartment, plotting our revenge. I shake my head to rid my mind of any random negative thoughts and shift my attention to the conversation at hand.

"We get her back," Beckham answers with a grin.

Zachary plopped himself on the couch, picking up his beer and taking a sip, completely oblivious to us.

Lau came from the kitchen and stood next to Beckham and looked at him intensely. "But Las Vegas is hours away, Beckham."

"So? She's my mother, Laura. I need and love her. I will do anything to get her back. Even if it means I have to travel hours in some humid pickup truck." He tells Laura and she smiles at him warmly. She places a kiss at his temple and he flushes.

"Just so that we're clear... we cannot take my pickup. There's not enough room." I say placing my beer to my lips and taking a sip. I was never one for beer. But all the stress of getting Irma back has brought all the old habits back.

"We can take the SUV," Zachary says. It's the first thing he has spoke since we arrived home from Carson's dormroom. He never even spoke throughout the ride here. So when he eventually spoke it drew my attention to him. I looked at him intently and furrowed my brows. Sometimes, he is so hard to figure out. There is so much more to him; I can feel it.  "But I have a feeling that it's all a trap," he shrugged and took another sip.

"A trap?" Beckham clarrified and we all circled around him.

"Think about it," he began, "he knew Laura and Wendy would figure out that Lucky Star was some warehouse in Las Vegas, because he told you about it."

"He's right," Beckham sighed. "What now?" he ran his fingers through his dark wavy hair.

"We trap him," Lau said after a while. "We trap the trapper."

"How?" Beckham whined.

Zachary now, was oblivious again. Not listening but looking at the ceiling.

"He wants me, right?" I thought out loud.

"Yes?" Beckham and Lau asked in unison.

Why didn't I think of this sooner? He wants me. Not them. It's all because of me. So the clever thing to do is...

"Then we'll give him me," I say. They all look at me with shock and disdain. I know they are completely against it. But I need to do this. For me. For them. Laura already got her 'punishment' for backing out on a deal. She didn't steal from him like I did. He doesn't want Zachary dead and he doesn't even know Beckham. I can give Trick myself in return for Irma. I don't want them to be hurt or worse killed, because of me. ME. So it's only right if I die. I'm a good for nothing. I brought nothing but grief and trouble for Beckham and if Zachary hadn't known me he wouldn't have considered killing Trick. He would have thought about it but he would have never actually acted on it.

"Wendy," Zachary said, standing up from the couch, placing the empty beer can on the coffee table. "Don't."

"It's the only thing that actually makes sense. If we don't do this, he'll kill all of us. So it's either I die or all." I say.

"Who says he wants you dead?" Lau asks, I see the tears in her eyes, threatening to pour out any second now.

"He said so himself. And you know I'm right. You already got you 'punishment' for backing out. I didn't. I was not supposed to come out of that house alive, Laura. He wants me dead." I say and crash onto the couch.

It hits me. He wants me dead. He wants me dead. I gave him everything. And he wants me dead. Why? Because I wanted to change my life and become a better person. That's why. Because I wanted a better life and he wouldn't allow that. He never loved me. He used me for my talents. It's not fair. I loved him for everything he was. And I did everything for him. Everything. When I wanted to end my old lifestyle. When I wanted to be something better for Sadie. He killed my family. Before I know it, Zachary is holding me and I'm crying against his rigid chest. I'm soaking the thin material of his white T-shirt. But I don't move, I just stay there in his strong arms, that hold me so close and tight, and cry. It feels so different so nice. To have someone to tell you it's going to be okay while you cry. Zachary Martin was that person and for some reason I couldn't place, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It reminds me when we were by the shooting range last week and were about to kiss but were interrupted by Laura's scream. Now, there was no interruptions. I think Laura and Beckham left the living room, I'm not sure. But while in here in his arms, soaking his T-shirt. It feels like we're the only two people on earth.

For what seems like hours, I tear myself from him and wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my hoodie.

"You know you left the door open when you got dressed. I saw you in your underwear..." he laughs in my ear.

I playfully hit his hard chest and blush. He saw me in my underwear and bra! I should punch him in the face for actually looking but I'm too emotional to be mad. So I just blush vigorously.

"You look really hot in black," he purred.

Part of me was relieved, since I wore matching black underwear and the other part wanted to punch him in the dick. He actually saw me in that state!

"Can I see it again?" he smiled widely.

"What? No!" I laugh.

"You have a beautiful laugh. You should laugh more. It's like music to my ears." He trails his forefinger down my cheek down to my collarbone, leaving goosebumps in its trail. I gasp and shimmy away.

"No..." I breathe.

"You say one thing, yet your body tells me another. But, if you don't want to be touched by me, I'll understand and I'll let it go. For now. Only because Laura and Beckham are in your room, alone and they're probably fucking."

"While I'm having a breakdown?" I huff.

"Laura knew I'd comfort you so..."

The bedroom door opens and I arch a brow at them. "We didn't have sex," Beckham says quickly. "She just gave me a blowjob."

"Beckham!" Laura snaps at him.

"What it was good!" he laughs.

I hear Zachary stifling a laugh next to me. "So are we going to Las Vegas? We can come up with a different plan on our way there." Zachary said.

"Yes," Lau says huffing at Zach.

"You still mad?" Beckham asks.

"I only gave you one because you were sad and I wanted to make you feel better, okay?" Lau huffs and walks over to the couch and sits down in between Zach and I.

"Anyway, you know what this means right?" Lau asked suddenly smiling again.

"What?" I ask snifling a bit.

"Roadtrip!" Zachary and Beckham exclaim.