Playing With Fire ( BECKFREEN G!P)

Part 36

I was freaking out, breaking out in a cold sweat. From the expression on Becky's face, it was clear that she wasn't happy about this in the slightest, despite my reassurances that I was fine. I tried to focus by brushing down my suit, just waiting for my cue, but my shaking hands belied my words.

The FBI, Saint, Mind and most of her security team were in the room next door. All I had to do was act scared and surprised to see Alex so she would think I was all alone and unprotected. Lead her in to the sealed off function room with fitted high tech CCTV and get a confession. Easy... Yeah right. Famous last words.

"Freen, you don't have to do this." Becky tried one last time to change my mind. "I will do it, just say the words and I will." Her hands cupped my face, her eyes dark with fear for me.

"It won't work if you do it, you know that." I smiled weakly, trying to hide my fear.

"he's leaving the conference room," An FBI man called. "Action stations."

I took a deep breath as Becky tucked in my hidden microphone at the back of my skirt.

"I'm next door, Freen. If he tries anything before the confession, I'm coming in."

"I can handle hIM, Becky. Don't go all superhero on me until I start to scream." I smiled, stretching up to kiss her. "I love you." I whispered as I wandered into the corridor.

I positioned myself near the function room to make things a little easier. I swallowed, fighting a wave of nausea that rose at the memory of the last time I had seen Alex, how hIS hands were like iron bars around my neck, how he had threatened to force himself on me.

I sucked in my breath when he spotted me, terrified by the fire burning in hIS eyes. I didn't need to act – genuine fear made me scramble to open the function room door to get away when he stormed towards me.

"Running somewhere, Freen?" Alex chuckle was cold and dark as he closed the door behind him.

"Stay the fuck away from me, Alex." I screamed, darting behind a table.

"Where are you protectors, Freen?" Alex smiled, stalking around the table as I kept moving to keep the table between us. My heart was hammering against my chest with fear.

"I'll scream." My threat was as pathetic as it sounded.

"You're alone, aren't you?" Alex laughed. "Funny how things work out. Armstrong spends all this time protecting you, yet I bump into you. I love the justice." Before the sentence left hiS lips, he pulled the table out of the way. I jumped, moving quickly to escape his arms.

"You can't run from me, Freen. You are still my wife."

"You stay the fuck away." I yelled, throwing a vase at him, completely missing.

"You were never this feisty before, Freen. I like it." Alex taunted, licking his lips.

"Why won't you just sign the divorce papers, Alex?" I cried, moving quickly behind another table, painfully aware that I only had one more table to hide behind for protection.

"Freen, I would rather kill you both than sign those papers. I told you before that I will never let you be with her. If you continue this, you will both always be in fear of your lives."

"Is that a threat?" I yelled. "You don't scare us."

"You look pretty scared right now, Freen." Alex's smile was chilling asshe threw another table out of our way. "And you should be, because I am going to kill Becky Armstrong, Freen, I can assure you of that. I'm a man of my words. Do you have any idea who I am, Freen, who you have messed with?"

I was behind the last table now. Once Alex moved this one out of the way, I had nowhere else to go. Alex knew that too and undid his jacket, rubbing his hands. The fucking bastard.

"Freen, over two billion dollars of cocaine goes through my New York office. Do you realise the contacts I have, the resources I have at my disposal? You and your rock star will never be able to touch me. Did you think you could get to me? I am untouchable." His smirk became a snarl, and I swear I saw madness in his eyes. "YOU, YOUR LOVER AND YOUR BASTARD CHILD WILL DIE AT MY COMMAND." Alex chuckled darkly, moving the last table and lunging at me when I tried to run. he threw me against the wall, grinding his body into mine.

"Freen, you smell good." Alex's hot breath was on my face as she pinned me against the wall. "Maybe I should put my seed in you. I wonder how Becky feels about having my child growing inside you." His eyes were black with rage, vengeance and passion.

he tore at my skirt, and I fought – fought with all my strength, scratching and hitting him. he easily pinned my arms above my head and ripped my shirt open to cup my breast. I tried to summon strength to keep fighting, but my mind was fogged with fear. I could feel his hands slide up my tights but couldn't find the strength to stop him. It took a second to realize that he was no longer holding me.

OMG, the suspense is killing me! What do you think is going to happen next? Can't wait to see how it all unfolds.