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19: David
I stood in Tommas’ office and watched as he paced back and forth behind his desk, his words permeating the air. The entire floor could hear him, probably the entire building. Michael stood next to me, and we listened with stoic faces.
“SHE WAS FUCKING SHOT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT A FUCKING MESS THIS IS GOING TO BE?”
My blood was boiling but I kept my retort inside. He was worried about what a mess it was, and I was worried about keeping Beatrice alive. I knew logically that he cared about her, but he was focusing on the wrong thing.
I nodded, words weren’t necessary, all three of us knew what would happen now. One of us would have to do something illegal to keep her alive and none of us were too keen to be the one to do it.
“I’M GOING TO HAVE TO TELL THE FAMILY
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Caught in the Crossfire 21: Beatrice
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Caught in the Crossfire 22: Beatrice
I could hear the murmur of Devon whispering in my ear as I sat with effort. He reached out to support my arm which I subtly pulled away and tucked against my abdomen, out of his grasp. I leaned heavily on Trey's arm, angled away from Devon as Trey helped me sit. I had a feeling, deep in my gut, that Trey knew exactly who he was directing me toward. As I settled down on the bench, I stomped on Trey's foot and sent him a glare. He tried to look innocent, but I knew his games. He looked away guiltily and I sat stiff on the wooden bench, my abdomen screaming in pain. "Not even a bullet can keep the mighty Beatrice Welsh down," Devon whispered with a slight smile as I studiously ignored him. The judge was coming into the room, and we stood, with some effort, as she entered and sat. Our case was next, so we sat l
Caught in the Crossfire 23: Beatrice
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The memory slammed into focus as I glared at those roses. The roses mocked me, their colours as vibrant as a sunrise. I knew Leah loved them, but just like in the memory, I knew Leah was dead. She didn't know about the roses. The roses were for me. I dropped the daisies at Leah's grave and snatched up the flowers, pulling the bouquet to my face and looking for a card. A thorn scraped against my finger, one the florist had missed trimming while making the arrangement. I let out a curse as I popped my finger in my mouth and held the flowers with my other hand. I saw a card and I grabbed it. My fingers shook as I dropped the flowers and opened the card. "May all your sunrises be as vibrant May all your dreams be fulfilled.
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I walked around numbly through Alessio's house. It was a large house for the city, but small enough I felt like there was someone near, just around the corner, waiting to soothe the loneliness that came with this day. I wanted to go home, back to my house but he wouldn't let me. I supposed that was because someone was trying to kill me, but today, I didn't care. I could die the same day Leah had died and I would be at peace, finally.Unfortunately, Callie had other ideas because she followed me like a puppy. Alessio had left and as soon as he walked out the front door to "meet with some business partners" I felt uneasy. I didn't like being in his house without him here. Trey had similarly gone home, despite my protests. Alessio had assured me Trey was safe and my inability to argue meant he, too, walked out the front door ahead of Alessio."Callie, I need
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