This is a very small glimpse into Hope and Beckett’s story. It will be in the first chapter and is the third book in the spin off series to the Men of Honor and Acts of Honor, surrounding the Children. For more info on this future series check out the portion on my website “What’s to come?”
Unedited and subject to change if the need arises.
A soft subtle noise pulls me from my half attempt at sleep. I sit up with a gasp when I realize the sound is coming from my bedroom window.
My thundering heart slows at the familiar masculine voice. “Beck?” I whisper, making sure.
I blink my gritty eyes that are swollen from crying and watch him crawl through my window, something he’s done many times before. Glancing at my bedside clock, I see its one in the morning. “What are you doing here?” I ask, pulling the sheet to my hips when I remember I’m only in a tank top and panties.
The moment he takes a seat on the edge of my bed and looks at me, I know. The devastation on his face mirrors the agony in my heart.
“You know, don’t you? Parker told you,” I say, barely suppressing my sorrow.
He nods, his jaw flexing in fury and eyes dark with pain.
Humiliation burns inside of me and the sob I buried hours ago comes tumbling past my lips. He reaches for me the same time I move to crawl onto his lap, my arms locking around his neck.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, Hope,” he rasps, his voice thick with guilt.
I shake my head, unable to form words. I have none. Not even an apology for keeping the secret all these months.
Beckett lies down, keeping me in my most favorite place in the world— his arms. He kisses away every tear that spills from me as I cry out all the shame tainting my soul.
“Everything is going to be okay,” he murmurs quietly. “We’re going to find out who did it and when we do, they will fucking pay for ever touching you.”
A shiver skitters down my spine at the cold fury in his promise.
This is why I only told half the secret. Why I will never tell them who did it. Otherwise I’ll lose the most important men in my life, especially my father and the boy who has held my heart since I was a little girl.