Playing With Fire ( BECKFREEN G!P)

Part 37

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT." Becky hit him full in the face, throwing him across the room. Alex collapsed like a sack of potatoes. Becky flew across the room, pummelling him.

"Freen." Saint was at my side, wrapping a blanket around me. "It's okay, you're safe. No one is going to touch you."

"Shouldn't someone stop Becky?" I shook, watching Becky still exploding with rage.

"We'll give her a few more minutes." Saint smirked. "Becky deserves this after what she just had to watch, and for the last three years."

Eventually, Mind and her security pulled Becky off Alex, and Becky turned to me, rushing to my side.

"Freen." Becky's hands, covered in blood, cupped my face. I didn't care that she had blood on her hands. "Are you okay? Did she hurt you? I'm sorry, love, I tried to get in here as fast as I could... fuck, he touched you, didn't he?" Becky pulled the blanket closer round me to cover my ripped shirt.

"Becky, I'm fine." I smiled, touching her face.

"Why the hell didn't you scream?" Her expression was caught between anger and relief.

"I was getting to that part." I kissed her gently. "My hero."

Becky instantly calmed, realising I was okay.

"We got it, Freen, all of it. The FBI are ready to take her down outside."

"We better get on with it then." I smiled at her when she wrapped the blanket tighter around me.

"Are you strong enough to see her?" Her voice was so gentle, it brought tears to my eyes.

"Yeah, but stay with me?"

"Always, love." She took my hand to walk over to Alex, who Mind had sat down at a table.

Alex tried to get up when we walked towards him.

"Move, motherfucker, and I will finish what Becky started." Mind's voice was more frightening for being implacably calm. She pushed Alex back down.

"You fucking bitch. You set me up." Alex spat at me.

"Watch your fucking mouth, or I will shut it for you." Becky glared, sitting across the table from her. God, Alex was a fucking mess, with blood everywhere. I think Becky had broken his nose. Good, hope it hurt like hell, the bastard.

"So, Alex, it seems to me you have a little bit of a problem. You see, we have filmed every single thing you have just done and said." Becky smiled grimly as Alex's face dropped. "Drug smuggling, attempted murder, assaulting a woman... Alex, it's not looking very good." I could tell Becky was struggling with the assault part.

"What do you want, Armstrong?" Alex was shaken but still fighting.

Saint handed Alex the divorce papers, placing a pen on top of them.

"You sign those and stay the fuck away from my family." Becky spat. "If I see you within a mile of Freen or Grace, I will kill you and that is a threat, you asshole."

"That's it?" Alex laughed, picking up the pen. "You really are no business woman, Becky. You could have asked for anything - surely even you know that?" Alex laughed, signing each page.

With each signature, I breathed in relief that I was closer to being free of her.

"I hope you two will be happy together. I have to say I am impressed. I never knew you had it in either of you." Alex smiled coolly, standing to brush what was left of his suit down. "I hope you two and your bastard child will be happy together." Alex smirked and I saw red. I walked right up to him and hit his already broken nose. "Fucking hell, that hurt." Alex yelled.