The Chase

Chapter 5

I stared at the man I called my best friend. The one whose body I tried to revive and cried as he wouldn't wake up.

"Frankie. Come on babe. Wake up." I cried, staring at his body, wiping the still wet tears of his cheeks and brushed his hair out of his face. His blonde hair falling onto his pale forehead. "No. No. No."

I closed my eyes, the memories too painful to look at him properly. I was in shock. He was dead. He was supposed to be dead. He sighed and began taking steps closer to me. Immediately, I jumped back.

"What the fuck is your problem? Fucking faking your death?" I asked him. I was angry. Angry that everyone that I loved had lied to me or left me and then miraculously kept coming back. "If you died then, you're dead to me now. You wanna know why? Because you are a low piece of shit to do that to me." I told him, storming away.

I didn't want to hear anything. I didn't want anyone to come up with excuses as to why they had to leave and then tell me that they love me. I had no more room in my heart for breaking.

I needed to find my daughter and my aunt. I didn't want to play this game with Jacob anymore. It was far from over but I was going to see what tricks I had up my sleeves.

The woman who wanted me to meet her, that went out of my head. But for some reason, I knew that she would find me again.

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It had been hours since I had seen Frankie and I didn't want to see him again.

I should be happy that my best friend was back and alive but it hurt to know that he left me a note. He left me a note that sounded so sincere... I was a fool and I was angry at myself.

To punish myself, I signaled for another shot and downed it quickly.

Truth. That's all that I wanted. I didn't want anything else and for some reason, everyone that I held dear had lied to me.

My mother. My father. My sister. My best friend. The love of my life. All had just lied.

I found myself in a bar, losing count after 8 shots of Jack Daniels. Everything had started to become a blur. The woman had left my mind, going home to another quiet night with William wasn't going to happen and the fact that I couldn't go home and see my daughter was breaking my heart.

I hated everything about Jace's half-brother. He had ruined my life when he fucked up.

He fucked Jace's girlfriend.

He lost the right to know his son.

He lost everything because he killed everything he loved.

Why were we the ones that had to suffer for his stupidity and jealousy?

Signaling the bartender, he poured me two more shots.

"You have had 12 of those. You feeling alright?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned. I nodded and looked at him.

"My life is pretty fucked up right now and I'm trying to chase it away," I said, trailing off. I inwardly slapped myself as I sounded like the stereotypical drunk at the bar. He smiled gently.

"I get off in 15 minutes. I'm gonna take you out for some pizza and then drive you home. Sound good?" He suggested. I nodded, not getting a bad vibe from him. "I also promise I'm not creepy. I'm very gay." He said.

I giggled and downed the two shots quickly. Looking at his name tag, it read 'QUENTIN'.

15 minutes later, I was walking into a beautiful condo overlooking Malibu. He gave me a small tour of his place and then said that I should shower and while he orders pizza.

The hot water cascaded on my skin, it stung but soon I was numb to it. Tears blurred my eyes as I thought about my baby girl.

Sobs escaped me as I quickly sobered up, remembering why I had gone out in the first place. The door opened, the water shut off and a towel was wrapped around me.

"Come on love. I have wine, 4 large pizzas and Supernatural, season 1 ready on Netflix." He said softly. I giggled and quickly got dressed in a pair of his boxers and a tank top. He gave me water and three pieces of stuffed crust pizzas and eight BBQ wings.

I told him what happened after we finished eating and soon, I was sobbing in his lap. He rubbed circles in my back and ran his fingers through my hair.

"I'm not going to lie, you have surrounded yourself by some fucked up people. They don't truly think of the consequences of their actions, thinking that they're 'protecting' you when they are hurting you beyond words. I'm so sorry about Mackenzie honey. No one deserves that shit." He said, wiping my tears with tissues.

That night, I felt a weight lifted off my chest. I felt like I had someone that I could confide in. I trusted him. I drank water and ate a shit ton of pizza, drooled over the Winchester's, dad included even with his short appearance in the show and then fell asleep for the first time in months.

All conversations stopped when I walked into the briefing room of Zander's team. William and Jace both there.

They all began to say something but I wasn't having.

"Let's get one fucking thing clear, that is my daughter. Mine." I began, walking to William. "You have no right to tell me that I don't need to know anything about this. She is mine." I walked to Jace. "You have no right to come here and think that you can control me. You don't run shit. You left, I stayed and raised her. You're a piece of shit and when we get her back, you leave us the fuck alone." His eyes went wide and tears filled them. Walking to Zander, his face was blank. "And you, just because you're fucking my aunt, even if it's more than that, doesn't mean you tell me how to react or look for them. They are my blood, my family and if you think that you can figure this shit out without me then me my guest. But you didn't spend months with his psychotic ass, I did. You don't know his ticks, everything that makes him pissed, the things he wants to hear, none of you know shit. Do not fuck with me when it comes to my daughter and my aunt. Do you understand?" I asked him.

He said nothing. I smirked. The idiot never saw it coming. I kicked him, hard in the balls, causing him to fall to the ground. I put him in a choke hold quickly and he was quickly losing air.

"You might be bigger than me and have a lot more training but I was beaten and tortured on a daily basis. I asked you a question Pricov."

He choked on his breath and tapped my arm three times as his face turned purple.

"I.....understand."

I nodded and looked his team, three men and two women. The women nodded at me with small smiles on their faces. The men in shock.

"What's the first thing you can tell us about Jacob?" One of the two women asked. Her ginger hair was in a bun on top of her head and she was dressed in maternity overalls and converse. "I'm Yuri, IT."

I smiled, knowing my daughter was coming home soon.

Author's note: holy shit. I'm sorry. It's been so long. I've been moving, job changes, planning my wedding and possible baby number 2 (🤞🏽) Augustine is 2 in less than two weeks and it's scaring the crap out of me. I've been writing other things as I had writers block with story in particular since it is the last book. I want this book to be the perfect ending even though I can already tell you that it's not what you expect.

What do you think of Rebecca standing up like that? As a mother, I wouldn't allow shit like this to happen. So I'm excited to have some sort of connection with my own character. You guys like Quentin. He's not a bad guy and no sneaky, I just wanted her to have someone that she could truly trust and get through this with. He's gonna become a frequent character.

There's gonna be a Jacob chapter coming soon. I'm kinda excited to write it but it won't be for a while. I got more things planned.

Anyways, hope you like the chapter. I'm gonna start pre-writing the next one 💋

Le