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The doctor came back, and after a thorough examination he released Becca. He didn’t see any signs of a concussion and didn’t feel we had anything to worry about. He believed her passing out had more to do with stress than the bump on her head.

Back at the clubhouse, we were ushered right into church. Ghost, Jingles, Jack, Gunner, Colt and Nav were waiting for us.

“Did you find him?” King demanded.

“We found him,” Ghost confirmed.

“And?”

Ghost looked over at Declan. Nodding, he removed his badge and gun and walked out of the room. Setting them on the bar, he walked back into church, closed the door behind him and sat down next to Becca.

He glared at me when I pulled her up and sat down in the chair, setting her on my lap. I was in no hurry to let her go far.

“First things first, where is Grant?” King shot a look at Ghost.

“In the basement.”

“You question him?”

“Yea, Prez. You aren’t gonna like what we found out.”

He looked over at Becca and Declan.

“He alive?” Cash asked.

“For now,” he said, looking back at Declan again.

The sheriff simply nodded at King.

What that nod meant, only they knew.

“Ok, sweetheart, before they tell us what they learned, I want you to tell us what happened.” King softened his voice when he talked to his niece.

Becca took a deep breath. “Hold on to your cuts, boys, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”

Chapter Thirty

Beck

I took a deep breath.

My father was going to lose his shit.

“I was upstairs putting clothes away when I heard the kitchen door slam open. I assumed Micah had forgotten something, so I rushed downstairs, and Grant was standing there. He started in immediately about me kicking his ass and then getting more from whoever you sent after him.”

Taking another deep breath, I looked around the room.

“I have a confession to make. I know you all saw the videos. Both the one from in here and the one from the restaurant.”

I turned and looked at my dad.

“I lied to you when I gave my statement. Well, I didn’t lie exactly. I just left out a lot. I’m sorry.”

Reaching over, my dad squeezed my hand.

“I know you did, baby girl. I knew you were lying then, but I didn’t want to push.”

“When he attacked me, his intention was to rape me.”

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