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“I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything. You are allowed to have secrets. We won’t pry. And we’ll always be here for you—whenever you need us. So, here we are. For always.” Violet kissed the top of my head. “Now, maybe we should have that wine, and you can tell us more if you want. Or we can talk about nothing. I don’t mind either way. Regardless, we’re not leaving you alone. We’re here. Always.”

I held on tight as the tears kept falling. I had a feeling that I was going to have to figure out exactly what to say to Beckham.

Because I knew more than anybody how hard it was to walk away from that life and try to pretend that you were normal.

But we had been brought together, and somehow, we needed to figure out what to do next.

Though I had a feeling that it wouldn’t end the way I thought.

But what I had with Beckham had to end.

I couldn’t do this again.

I couldn’t.

Chapter 9

Beckham

I was wrapping up packing the rest of my duffle when someone’s fist slammed on the door, and the doorbell rang a couple of times.

My spine stiffened, and I looked around for a weapon. Jesus Christ. Apparently, Cliff and Leonard had found me.

This was it. This was how it was going to end.

Because I didn’t actually have a weapon on me, only a knife from the kitchen.

And I wasn’t about to fight them.

I wasn’t that man anymore. I talked my way out of issues. In the time since I’d left, putting my hands on Cliff’s colors had been the only violent thing I’d done.

I refused to become that person again.

“Come on, Beck, open up.”

My shoulders dropped as I realized who it was.

The Connollys. The Connollys were here.

Okay, then. I could do this. Maybe. The whole keeping my past a secret and lying to them thing probably wasn’t the best. But I could deal.

At least, I hoped so.

They wouldn’t hurt me too badly. Maybe.

I stuffed the last of my things into the duffle bag and made my way to the front door.

I opened it, and the Connollys barreled through. All four of them. Well, apparently, Dillon was going to be a part of this, too. Perfect.

“I see you told the kid.”

Dillon raised a brow.

“You were almost in a biker fight in a bar. Of course they told me.”

“Dillon,” Cameron growled.