Loving Becky

Chapter Eight: Bad Initiations

     Pedro really pissed me off after what he had done to Francis. Now, I just hope he realizes that he's started a war with me.

 "Thanks for meeting with me, this early." I tell her once she's in the car. I hand her the box from beside me as Charlie shuts off the engine. "This is all I found, for now. But before you dig in that I just need to warn you about something." She takes off her hood, Becky is sitting beside me, so she shifts her body to look at me.

"Pedro had some people attack my brother." Her brows shoot up. "Is he okay?" I nod to her question. "He's fine. But these next few weeks, I'm giving him hell. I advise you to stay out of my way." She gives me an expression that makes me huff.  "What?" I say in an annoyed tone.

"Maybe this isn't a good time for that right now. With Granite hounding you and with what I'm doing," I cut her off because the shit she's saying is absurd. "First off, Granite isn't hounding jack shit. Okay? And nothing about your little operation is going to stop me from getting back at Pedro." I explain.

    I can't just sweep that incident under the rug. Once you do that, then everyone will assume you'd do the same with them. Everyone is foe in my eyes, so if she doesn't agree then she can catch the smoke too.

"I refuse to let him get away with anything he does to me. So, if you want to keep your life, I suggest you take my advice." I look her in her eyes when I say it. So that she knows I meant that shit. 

For a moment she got quiet. And it was just us staring at each other. Her eyes are slightly pleading, but she should know, that won't stop me. Her eyes drop down to her hands for a moment. Then she shifts her body away from me. "Okay. Thanks for the warning, I guess." Becky mumbles as she reaches over to dig through the evidence.

I don't completely get why she's so invested in finding hard evidence that goes against Vincent. Plenty of people can vouch that he ruined their life.

"Bec." I call her name softly. She ignores me though and continues to dig frantically through the box. "Just stop for a moment, please." I grab her arm gently, yet she pulls away from me. That's when I notice that she's crying. Her chest is rising rapidly, as if she's on the verge of a panic attack.

"Ray'Becca." I grab her to pull her body into mine. Once I did so her sobs came out. So, I wrap my arms around her as she broke down. "There's nothing there. I can't find anything." Her voice breaks. That's when Charlie got out of the car to give us time alone.

I don't find myself in too many moments like these. I don't really know what to say to her. She's letting all of this get to her, and it's really taking its toll. Bec turns around to wrap her arms around my neck, hesitantly, I hug her back.

Only for a moment, do I let her hug me. Eventually I push her back. "Listen to me, it's going to take more than stealing a box of evidence to uncover everything Vincent did. If you can't handle this, then you should stop. Okay?" That's all I can come up with.

She wipes her face as she starts to calm down. "I know but that doesn't make it easier." She says before storming away. "Bec, wait!" She slams the door on me.

   I pull my hood over my head as I run away from Roman's ride. He's right but it's already too late. I got myself into this so I might as well finish it.

 I sneak back to Pedro's house, unnoticed. 

I take down my hood and wipe my face once more. I'm only doing this because I don't entirely believe Roman. I can't fathom my father being that evil. That he would kill his own wife. Even if it was true who's to say that I can even trust Roman anyway.

As I lift my head, I end up bumping into Pedro. "Shit, I'm sorry." I apologize and attempt to move out of his way. He blocks me from doing so though. "I've been looking for you." He smiles in a taunting manner. "I was out getting somethings." I drop my gaze to his shoes as I speak.

I didn't tell Roman how exactly I got into The Delgato. Mostly because I was too ashamed, and I didn't really have a choice.

"I missed you today." I watch his feet step forward. Then I watch his hand reach for the zipper of my jeans. That's when the knot in my stomach gets tighter.

I hate myself so much for this. That first time it felt like this is what has to be done. But now, I just feel so disgusted, and I honestly don't really care about the truth anymore. I just want to get out of here. Yet I don't know how.

It's almost like my fight response fails me in moments like these. Like she decided to save herself instead of us. 

Pedro gets closer, I can feel the heat of his breath against my neck. In reaction, cold tears fall down my cheeks and I watch them hit the floor. "You should come sleep in my room tonight." He laughs. Which sounds so damn awful to me.

"I'll keep you warm." He unbuttons my jeans as his phone rings. Relief overrides the tension in my body when he stops touching me to answer it. "Hold on." He groans.

"Yeah?' He turns away when he answers it. I remain in my spot with my head down. But I want to run. I really do. "Ah, Roman. You are the last person I expect to hear from." My head darts up at the sound of his name. It wasn't until now that I felt myself come to my senses. 

This is my chance, and probably the only one I'll get.

"Why don't you just come face me like a man. Instead of calling me." He laughs but stops when gunshots start sounding through the house. He drops his phone to run toward the sound. While I run in the opposite direction.

Down the hall was where the backdoor resided. Next to it was Pedro's office. Passing by it was harder than I thought. I just had to go back. 

Like I said, part of me just needed to know.

I huff as I turn away from the back door to barge into his office. At a frantic pace, I dig through his desk for anything that sticks out. "C'mon." I mumble as I move from draw to draw.

Eventually I find a locked one. "Yes." I smile then begin my search for something to pry it open. That search is short lived, I suddenly hear footsteps coming down the hall. In panic mode I run into the closet since there was nowhere else to go.

I hold my breathe when I hear the door open. I can't see what they're doing so I'm praying that it isn't Pedro. I shut my eyes tightly when the knob turns. I'm mentally cursing myself out for not leaving instead. 

"Get out of here." My eyes shoot open at the sound of Roman's voice. "Go!" He pulls me out of the closet and shoves me toward the window. "How'd you," He gives me a stern look, so I close my mouth and leave instead of asking.