WARNING! This chapter contains descriptions that some of you might find a bit violent, so if you don't want to read about it skip Beca's story (the part where she starts talking about her dad). You can keep reading from the moment where she talks about Robert from FBI. It's really not that bad but I feel better now that I warned you.

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"...you said how many...?"

"...yeah and Beca used..."

"...who's gonna?..."

"...Ace's already on it..."

"...and Aubrey?"

"Stacie went for her..."

"Lilly?"

"...care of bodies..."

Chloe stood by the window of Beca's apartment, hugging herself with her arms. On the other end of the room, there was Jesse, Fat Amy, and Cynthia Rose, talking in hushed voices, so the redhead could hear only snatches of their conversation. Not that she cared anyway. She was too busy replaying in her head everything that happened earlier this evening.

She didn't understand.

Why her?

What has she done?

Who were those people?

Was it about money?

That'd make sense since her father was quite rich...

Maybe they were human traffickers. Chloe knew she was attractive enough to become their target. But then again, the guy with the scar somehow knew who Beca was.

Chloe sighed.

Beca...

The redhead didn't know what to think. Beca killed at least one guy, the one who she threw her knife at. The rest might still be alive but even if so, she supposes that Beca damaged them a lot.

Like a lot, a lot.

And how did that even happened?

Beca told her that her dad taught her how to fight but to fight with three or four people at the same time? And win? Being her size? That was certainly something else.

But back to this killing thing...It looked like she knew what she was doing and that it wasn't her first time. Was it possible that Beca was criminal? Maybe she was traumatized after all those things that happened to her and became a psychopath who was killing for fun?

She shook her head at this thought

No.

That's not possible.

Chloe knew that Beca wasn't a bad person, she could feel it deep in the heart. After all, she's done all of this terrible things to save her. She was ready to kill someone to protect her.

Wasn't it like... a good deed? Yeah, definitely a good deed.

Beale, that's a fishy explanation.

Oh shut up, she saved your ass.

Yeah, but...

Chloe had to stop her internal conversation when the door of the elevator opened and visibly tired Beca walked in. Everyone looked at her with anticipation, but she didn't even notice them and walked straight to Chloe.

"How are you?" she whispered, looking at the redhead with worried eyes

"I've been better..." Chloe sighed and wanted to push a wisp of hair from her forehead but winced in pain and remembered that she had hurt her hand earlier. Beca noticed that and reached out her own hand

"May I?" Chloe nodded and showed her hand to the DJ "Can you move your fingers?" the redhead tried and when she didn't feel the pain, nodded her head "Can you move your wrist?" this time she felt pain but it wasn't unbearable

"Yeah, but it hurts a bit."

"Well, it's not swollen, that's a good sign. But it looks like you wounded your hand so I need to clean that" Beca let go of her hand and went to the kitchen area, where her friends stood. The brunette glared at them, almost radiating with anger and spoke through clenched teeth.

"Why didn't any of you idiots thought to take care of her, huh?" She then turned around not waiting for an answer and opened one of the cupboards to take out a big black box. The DJ carried it to the coffee table and opened it.

"C'mon Chlo, sit down" Chloe did as she was told, not wanting to piss her off even more. But when the brunette looked at her there was no sign of anger in her eyes.

Beca started searching through the box. She took out some bandages, antiseptic gauze, peroxide and some kind of weird ointment, that Chloe had never seen before.

"That may sting a bit." she smiled at Chloe apologetically and started cleaning the wound with the peroxide. She then took the ointment and applied it on her wrist and on the back of her hand. "And that should take the pain away."

"I didn't know that you are a medical expert too" Chloe said with a small smile.

"Just know some basics, " Beca looked up at her and smirked at her "I had to teach myself some stuff. Visting ER couple times a month with various injuries and explaining that I don't have abusive dad or boyfriend wasn't exactly my dream."

Chloe frowned but the DJ didn't notice as she was again taking care of her hand. She put the gauze on the wound and started bandaging it up. When she was finished she kissed the back of Chloe's hand and didn't let go of it for a while. The redhead was amazed by her action, just as Jesse, Cynthia Rose, and Fat Amy. But no one said nothing because they all knew that it could end very badly for them. Instead, they bid their goodbyes and left the apartment.

After few minutes of silence, Beca finally looked Chloe in the eyes. There were tears glistening in her eyes but when she spoke, her voice was strong and firm.

"I'm so sorry Chlo... If I knew...I should've sent someone to keep an eye on you..."

"What do you mean?" the redhead knitted her brows in confusion.

"Those people...Chlo, it was my fault. They came to get you to hurt me and you did nothing wrong..." she wiped the single tear that rolled down her cheek.

"Beca, I don't really understand"

"Yeah, I know. I think it's time to tell you the rest of my story..."

Danny regained consciousness and groaned.

He slowly sat on the ground and looked around.

He saw that his companions were laying in different places all over the street, not single one of them moving. He tried to remember what happened and when he did he got up as fast as he could and limped to the van.

Danny sat in the driver's seat and started the engine. When he rode away he looked in his rear-view mirror and saw an Asian girl standing in the middle of the street. He felt shivers down his spine because it seemed that the girl was staring him straight in the eyes, even though she couldn't see them.

He shook his head and sped up, thinking that he has worse problems to solve. For example - how the hell will he explain that he, along with three different guys, was beaten by one tiny girl?

"The rest of your story?"

"Yeah...there's more than I told you last time..." Beca sighed and run her hand through her hair.

"My dad... before he died he was an FBI special agent. One day he came from work and saw that I was sad. I don't even remember why... it was probably something stupid. But he cared for me so he suggested that we should cook dinner together, cause I loved cooking with him. So we started and suddenly he asked me to hide. I looked at him like he lost his mind because who the fuck and why asks their child to hide in the kitchen cupboard, while they're cooking? But he looked so scared that I did what he told me. I was 13 but fortunately, I was small enough to fit there. He begged me not to come out and not to make a single sound, no matter what I'll hear. And then I heard some voices..."

Beca stopped to take a deep breath

" I didn't know who they were. They were talking to my dad, something about sticking your nose in other people's business, and rooting around...Next thing I know I hear sounds of struggles, someone's cursing, and my dad is screaming. Then I hear some disgusting sounds and I don't know yet what it is. My dad kept on screaming like an animal so they gagged him with something. I don't know how long it went on, to me, it lasted ages. But after I think was an hour I heard a gun shot. And I knew it was over. And they were laughing and talking about what they're going to eat and about some football game."

Chloe didn't even notice when she started shaking. But if she was shaking just from listening to the story, what the hell Beca was feeling, considering that it was her own memory? So she sat closer to the brunette and slowly put an arm on her shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze.

" I sat there until I heard a door closing. Then I slowly crawled out of my hiding. Chlo, there was blood everywhere. Everywhere. Apparently, my dad was investigating them and they cut off his nose for "sniffing around" and all his fingers too. Then they shot him in the back of the head. I found him in the pool of his own blood. I don't think that there was anything left inside him..."

Beca paused and cleared her throat " I called his FBI partner, Robert, who took me in for a while. I wanted to know who did this to my dad, who ruined my life by taking his... so I'd regularly broke into his office at his house and I'd look through his briefcase or laptop to find information. All I got to know was that there wasn't any fingerprints left, nor DNA nor footprints. Nothing. They managed to learn that my dad started this investigation on his own, without the FBI top's approval. But I was so obsessed with finding the justice that I didn't give up. I had plenty of time so I searched on my own. When I was 16 I finally found something. It was my dad's journal, hidden so carefully that FBI Technics couldn't find it. There was plenty of information there but everything was written in some sort of Code. I worked on it for months and managed to decode some information, but not everything. Some of those things are, till this very day, incomprehensible to me. But I got a name. Bugs Flannagan. So I knew I had to find him, the problem was that it wasn't easy at all. He was literally one of the most dangerous criminals in Atlanta at the time. So I, of course, started sabotaging him. That's how I met Cynthia Rose, Fat Amy, Lilly or Ace. That's how I recruited all of my workers. They all wanted to destroy Flannagan and his group. They all had enough of fear and most of them were somehow harmed by Flannagan. And so we've started sabotaging him on a larger scale. And not only him, we did it to different gangs, mostly to protect kids from joining and ruining their life but not only that. We like to call ourselves 'good criminals'. "

Beca smirked to herself and shook her head, but then again got serious.

" But it looked like it didn't bother him that much. I know that at some level it did but I grew impatient and wanted more. Wanted him to hurt. And stealing his money, making sure that he won't get new recruits or beating the crap out of his people wasn't enough anymore. So, two days before I met you...I killed his son. I asked Ace for help and we set a trap for him...After everything, I was expecting him to attack or something, but he did nothing...that's until today. I think that they were watching us and saw that we were..close. They probably assumed that kidnapping you would help to hurt me...they were so fucking right. Fortunately, they didn't know that I was about to show up when they tried to take you. Chloe, I'm so so sorry for that. I made so much mess in your life already. I put you in danger. But I promise that I will do anything to keep you safe and sound."

Beca stopped talking. She was looking at the redhead, waiting for some kind of response to everything she said. Chloe got up and started pacing in front of her, but still said nothing.

"Chlo?"

"You know, I should just go. No, I should run away screaming, from you. For fuck's sake, you're a criminal Beca! You killed God only knows how many people! I should go straight to the police, tell them everything and make them arrest you! You and you friends but also those people who tried to kidnap me."

Beca looked devasted. She knew that the redhead had every right to act this way, but still, she had a tiny bit of hope that Chloe will somehow understand.

Well, it didn't look like it.

But then Chloe kept on talking.

"I should be scared of you. And I should be mad at you because they were after me to get you. I should be doing so many things right now, other than standing in front of you and feeling the need to somehow help you. Comfort you, hug you, kiss you even, maybe. I don't know. I don't know what you did to me. But it's making me think unreasonably. It's actually stopping me from thinking."

Beca didn't know what to say. She was staring at the redhead, who now was biting her lip. She sat next to the DJ and put one hand on her cheek, stroking it lightly with her thumb.

"I'm so sorry that it happened to you. You were just a kid, Becs. I'm so sorry. " she whispered and hugged the other woman. After a while, she pulled away and asked.

"But what now Becs? They might come back for me, they know where I live."

"You're not going back for a while. Stacie went to get Aubrey too, she'll be staying at Stacie's, across the street. I asked her to make sure that Bree packs herself and you, for a couple of days. You'll stay with me and you can sleep in my room, I'll take the couch. I know that you probably don't want to stay here, but it's the safest place I can find for you right now. They won't attack the club and there's the best security system you can imagine here. Also, I'll double the number of my people watching the club, so you should be fine."

"No, it's okay, I don't mind staying with you. " Chloe smiled at the brunette.

"Kay, come on, I'll give you some clothes to change for the night." they got up and went to Beca's wardrobe. The DJ wanted to leave the room but stopped when Chloe spoke

"Becs? Will you sleep with me tonight? I don't want to be alone."

Beca's features immediately softened. She smiled at her sheepishly and nodded her head

"Of course Chlo. Anything for you."