Ride It

Chapter 24

Bentley's POV

I walk into the house at around 9 pm to find Bea and Cash lounging in the living room talking with the TV on.

There's a serious look on Bea's face as she stares intently at him, paying close attention to every word he utters.

I know it's unreasonable for me to feel this way, but a bit of discomfort settles in my chest.

"What are you guys talking about?" I ask as I walk in and lift Bea's feet so I can settle onto the couch. I pull her feet back onto my lap and unconsciously start rubbing them.

Cash looks at me. "I spoke to Bernie's son like you told me to. That night Beatrice was working, she wasn't feeling well. He said she was getting period cramps, but when he told her to go home, she refused. She was dealing with a few VIP guests that night. Can you guess who?"

I clench my jaw just thinking about it. "The Beauregards."

"Uhuh. Jason's father and a few of his close men were there at the bar that night. They were having some secret meeting and Beatrice served them. Bernie's boy says he remembers Beatrice leaving the bar abruptly and a few men following behind her. Mr. Beauregard even asked the manager the name of the server that served his group before he left that night."

I furrow my brows. "So I'm assuming her disappearance has something to do with them?"

Cash nods. "I think she must have overheard something she shouldn't have."

"But she was in labor," Bea says, her face twisted with worry. "She must've been so scared."

"You need to go to bed," I tell her. It's been a long day, and she doesn't need any more stress placed on her.

"I already slept," she points out. "Besides, I deserve to hear this conversation. It's... it's about my mother, after all."

I soften my tone. "I know, but you're tired. You've had a lot thrown at you in one day."

"I'm fine," she says, but one look on her face and you can see the exhaustion.

I sigh but say nothing else about it. I look at Cash, and he subtly nods, understanding the meaning behind my gaze.

"Macy was intensively looking into the Beauregards," he quickly changes the subject. "She must have gotten close for them to dare try to dispose of her."

I look at him sharply. "Don't say dispose. We're not sure that's what happened."

He raises his hands in surrender. "I'm just saying. It's a possibility, and I'm looking at every piece of information we have right now."

"When will we be making a move?" Bea asks, looking between the both of us. Her eyes seem dead set on taking action.

It seems this has now become a personal matter for her as well. For that reason alone, I can't think of excluding her from our plans. I'm afraid she'll run off and do something stupid if I do.

"Tomorrow. We're getting that necklace back tomorrow, and we'll need your help." I tell her.

She perks up and tries to sit up from her laid-back position, but I simply push her back down and continue smoothing my fingers into her skin.

"What are we doing?" She asks.

I look at Cash, who explains. "I've already contacted the police and Jack and I are weeding out who's working for the Beauregards. We'll take one of ours and go to Jason's place tomorrow. Surely you still have many things that you've left behind, right? Don't you intend to collect them?" He winks at her, causing my stomach to churn in displeasure.