Satan's Sinner's #3: Becca and Bullet

Chapter 24

Becca POV

Standing right outside the door of the trauma room, I saw some of the guys and the Old Ladies walking around. Willow saw me and smiled gently. She came over to ask me something when the door opened back up and I was able to go back in. Waiting for them to be done talking, didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would. Three minutes. Maybe five. Tops. Prez stomped out, looking pissed, and just stalked past us, not saying a thing.

"I'll call you when I get Grey. Promise," I squeezed Willow's hand as she nodded. I walked back in to talk to Doc to see what needed to be done to ensure he would recover well. We all talked and devised a plan for our little therapy program for this shoulder and leg, which was a huge step forward. We talked about dressing changes and pain management, then Doc left to go talk to Prez.

I just breathed a sigh of relief, for what felt like the thousandth time in the last few hours, that he was out of the woods and going to be okay. I was scared. Really, genuinely afraid, maybe terrified would be a better word, that I was going to lose him. That he was going to die thinking I hated him, or that I didn't love him. Because I did and do, and always will. Cameron is as much a part of me as my DNA which makes up who I am, is. He's ingrained in every part of me. Sitting beside his bed, I was staring off into space. I knew he was safe now, but I was still so worried about him. That crazy bitch JoEllen could have killed him. I swear, if I could get her back I would. I'm done with playing the victim and playing along to keep her "happy" and satisfied. It's never enough for her. She's got something seriously, mentally wrong with her.

Cameron grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it startled me out of my angry, and slightly murderous, thoughts about her. I looked at him, and he smiled softly at me. His eyes holding all the love in the world for me in them, "So. You love me huh?"

"You know I've always loved you." He shook his head, looking sad and ashamed. He cleared his throat, never letting go of my hand.

"There was a time when I was a really big fuckin' idiot and I was sure I'd lost you. I mean, Becs, it took seeing you in a heap on the floor and Parker carrying you away from me after Kai sucker-punched me to pull me out of the shit I was in. The shit I was doing to you. I was a fucking moron. The biggest moron to ever walk the fucking planet. King of all morons," I squeezed his hand, nodding that I understood, "I was sure you'd hate me forever for breaking your heart. And that's on me. I just want to show you I can and will take the best care of it. I'll always treat it like the most precious thing in the world to me."

"I know you will, Cameron," I squeezed his hand so he would know I understood. I trusted him again. You can't love completely without trusting them completely. He's shown me. After months and months, he's continued to show me just how much he loves and cherishes me. And Grey.

"How's Grey?" He asked, and truthfully, other than the updates through Kai and Indie, I haven't seen her. But River is keeping all the kids safe at Kai's house until the club can find my bitch of a sister and make sure she's no longer a threat. Because she's escalating in her tactics and actions. But this kind of crazy takes a lot of planning.

"She's good. She's with River and the other kids." I got quiet. There's no way my family is capable of thinking of something like this themselves. They're not that fucking smart. This had to be some sort of a test. Some sort of trial for something bigger. "If she's okay, and I'm okay. What's got you so freaked out and deep in thought?"

"Just..." I looked around. Cameron knew my history with my family. A very select few knew about my history with them. The abuse they put me through. The torture and bullying I put up with on a damn near daily basis, and how it got worse after I started to 'develop into a young lady'. "This is too advanced for them. If they want something, they either buy it or annoy it until whatever they want gives in just to shut them up. I don't think this was something they planned alone. I think they had help."

"Becs, I get where you're coming from, but who would be crazy enough to help and pull this off?" Concern etched on his face. He knew I hated thinking about these people and talking about them made me wanna throw up, but I had to know.

"I don't know who. But I'm telling you. If Jacob were out, he might have. But he's been in solitary for the last six months waiting for his next trial, for killing another inmate. He might have been able to pull it off. My stepmother? Never. She throws money at her problems. My dad is too in his own narcissistic head to even acknowledge other people. And JoEllen, she could never. She's more of a confront-and-bully-until-they-break, kind of person. This is a lot of effort and a lot of bullshit for her just to go dark and not pop back up," he still looked skeptical. "You remember what happened at the shop right?" He nodded. "That's what she does. Confronts head-on. No waiting, no planning, she wings it. All the time. This was too calculated for her."

"So, who do you think did this? Who do you think she's working with?" Just as I'm ready to shrug my shoulders, the door opens and Hacker walks in.

"I think I can answer that for the class."

Hacker POV

When Becca, Prez, and even Bullet called me, I started scanning footage from the hospital where the phone call was made to his phone. I saw the woman who did it and grabbed her face on the facial recognition software to scan everything and followed her face. Then I scanned in Bullet's face and that psycho's face. After hours of searching, I found the link.

"So, I'm pretty sure I found the person behind this," I paused and they both looked at me. "I traced your phone and got the phone where the call was placed. From there, I pulled up the security footage and found your colleague, Amanda. I snagged her face for the facial recognition software I wrote. I had it follow her and bring up every clip with her in it. I also pulled up the footage for the garage where you were chased and shot at. It's your stepsister in the car. Amanda left shortly after making the call and meeting with someone. The same someone who got into the backseat of that car, who pulled out the gun and started shooting. It's someone we all know."

"Who?" Bullet asked, his hand squeezing around Becca's. If it was someone who knew Raven, and where she worked, I'd be freaked out too. I'd do everything in my power to protect her. She's the love of my life, like I know Becca is his. He also knows where all the kids go to daycare.

"Brynn's ex, Ryan." They both looked at me, eyes wide. "We need to come up with a plan for daycare for the kids. All four of them go there and it's not safe anymore. Not now that we have proof of him getting coworkers involved in this. I think the kids should stay home and they need air tags on them, for now. Until we can be sure. I'd also recommend taking a leave of absence from work for you and Brynn. It's not safe. The compound is the safest place for you guys for now." Cameron nodded firmly like there was no question about where Becca and Grey were going to be, while Becca's shoulder dropped as she nodded.

"I've already talked to Prez and Doc about all this. Doc is going to talk to Brynn about her and Quinn staying here so they'll be guarded." Bullet raised an eyebrow at that statement while Becca's head shot up. I know this would be a hot topic to discuss, "Doc has talked with Prez about his intentions with her."

"This sounds familiar to our situation," Bullet smiled at Becca. I knew he loved her. He's always been a good guy and one of my best friends. I'm happy he finally pulled his head out of his ass.

"I sent all of this to the police department, and a special copy to Anderson, the DA, and I've also backed it up in several different places that someone would have to work for days to get past my security systems in place to delete that video.

Proud of myself I am.