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Few days have passed and there was no sign of Flannagan or his people. Beca spent those days mostly with Chloe, setting it as her personal goal to keep her safe and sound. Although the tiny DJ seemed perfectly fine Stacie knew better than that. She noticed dark circles under her eyes and those rare moments when she didn't manage to hide that she was on the edge.

Beca was a champion of play pretend but thanks to their friendship and other unusual past relations Stacie was quite good at reading her. That's why she was sure that the brunette was afraid. That she was afraid that she won't be able to keep her promise about protecting Chloe. And that some of her friends will get hurt in the process too.

Stacie was also sure that the tiny brunette spends her nights thinking what to do about the Flannagan situation. And to be honest, Stacie was seriously worried too. Because it was something new. Because Beca was never afraid of anything. Because she was always very confident about everything and maybe that was the reason why in Stacie's opinion she had an unlimited reservoir of fool's luck.

And maybe the day when the luck will be over will come sooner than they expected.

But Stacie had different problems too. Like, for example, a very stubborn lawyer in her apartment who was giving her a silent treatment for the last couple of days.

And who insisted on sleeping on the couch and drastically changed her demeanor, refusing to show even a tiny bit of affection.

So Stacie had to deal with that too.

And with the fact that maybe she was slowly falling for said lawyer, just when the blond was about to give up on her. And she couldn't even blame her. After all, she did hide the truth about a huge part of who she is, from her. And that truth wasn't pretty at all, so there was that too.

However, Stacie knew one more thing - when something's meant to be, it'll last. And even though they knew each other for such a short time, she kinda believed that they were meant to be. So she patiently waited, holding on to hope that one day it all will be over and that she'll finally get the girl.

"Danny, Danny, Danny...I told you not to fuck up again. The week has passed and what I hear? That you left the town and you're taking your fucking pictures again. So, did I missed something? Because I don't remember hiring a fucking photographer!"

Flannagan was sitting behind his desk and Danny was sure that if it wasn't for that piece of furniture his boss would show him what he thinks, instead of yelling. He straightened and internally sighed wishing that he'd never took the job.

"I kno' bawse, but this time it's diffehent. We've got heah, just let me wohk, will ya?" he was trying not to sound annoyed but as soon as he looked at Bugs face, he knew that he didn't do well. He couldn't help it. Flannagan and his people were too straightforward, while Danny preferred working in slower pace with a bit more subtle methods.

"You're so demanding Danny...did you fucking forget that at the end of the day it's me who decides if you're gonna keep your balls? But okay...I'll let your needy ass work. A word of advice though - you better work fast and don't fucking keep me waiting. And don't forget about my little promise to you."

Danny nodded his head and was about to leave when he heard Flannagan calling his name one more time.

"Your accent gets thicker when you're angry, Danny. If I were you, I'd be careful with that."

"You're such a sap, Mitchel..."

"I am not!"

"You've literally just called me your muse after singing me 'Kiss from a rose'!"

Okay, so maybe Chloe was a little bit right. And okay, maybe Beca did sing her one of the most romantic songs in the world while they were cuddling on the couch. And okay, maybe a word "muse" escaped her mouth - but she didn't intend to say it at all! She just couldn't help it, knowing that thanks to Chloe she made a whole lot of great new mixes. But she wouldn't ever say that out loud to anyone else. Because Beca badass Mitchell won't ever admit that someone can make her feel the way Chloe made her feel. That she even stopped counting the number of times she made her heart skip a bit or her cheeks flushing. Or how easy it was to forget all her trouble and doubts and...oh boy.

Her trouble and doubts.

'So much for forgetting about them.' The DJ thought to herself and sighed, turning her head to the sight.

"Becs, what's wrong?" Chloe asked with concern in her voice.

"What do you mean?" Beca asked, giving her a weak smile.

"Don't play dumb with me. I know that you're barely sleeping...and you eat less and less every day. You're sneaking out in the middle of the night and you're trying to murder that poor punching bag with your fists. So talk to me, what's on your mind?" Chloe reached and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Beca's ear, carefully observing her face. The DJ breathed out and looked at her hands.

"Why did you stay?"

"What?" Chloe looked at her dumbfounded.

"Why did you stay with me? Why didn't you ran away or called the cops or...I don't know... Aubrey was right, you know. I am dangerous. I am a murderer. Even though those people weren't exactly innocent and some of them had killed probably more people than I ever will but still...Why aren't you scared of me...or at least disgusted by my actions?" she spoke quietly, almost not moving and not looking at the redhead. Chloe furrowed her brows and ran her hands through her hair, trying to choose words carefully.

"Becs, we've met not that long ago...but I know you...and I know that there's more to you than just that part of your job. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not encouraging you to kill people or something but...you had your reasons. And just think about those you saved this way. Life isn't just black and white, you know?" Beca looked at her, nodding her head "And I like to think that you're my personal Robin Hood. But please, don't start running around in green tights, cause that would be awful." Chloe joked and the brunette laughed.

"Beale, I'll let you know that I look good in everything. " Chloe smirked and grabbed Beca by her shirt, pulling her closer.

"How about you finally show me how good you look in your birthday suit?" she said, winking at the brunette and wiggling her brows comically.

"Oh my God, that was terrible..." the DJ said chuckling at the redhead's antics.

"Mitchell, my game is on point and you know that" Chloe whispered leaning in to capture the brunette's lips in a long kiss. She moved herself to Beca's lap and tangled her hands in her hair. The brunette immediately put her arms around her, kissing her back. She tugged at her lower lip and Chloe heard herself moaning softly, feeling chills coming through her body. She slipped her hand under Beca's t-shirt and smirked when she felt the other woman shivering under her touch. That was the thing - they may differ from each other in various aspects of life but when it came to physical contact, they both could drive each other insane with a simple touch. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted and broke the kiss to look at Beca

"Baby, but your ribs...?" she asked breathing heavily.

"They're fine..." Beca answered and kissed her again, carrying her to the bedroom.

Beca didn't mean to ask Chloe that question. It just kinda slipped.

The redhead was right. She couldn't sleep at night because her head was buzzing with thoughts all the time. It even started influencing her appetite, something that earlier never happened. But now at stake was also Chloe's life so Beca knew that it was even more important to finally end things with Flannagan.

Beca wanted justice, that part was clear. But how to get justice...that was a whole new problem.

Technically, she could take her people and try to kill Flannagan and his workers. It would take time and she'd lose many of her men. Some of her friends may die too and she didn't want to be responsible for innocent deaths. Besides, maybe even she wouldn't make it and then no one would be there to protect Chloe.

She also could hire someone to do the job for her...but she wasn't sure if anyone would agree to do something that dangerous. Or if they would be good enough to succeed.

She could try to run away and hide for a couple of years. But Beca Mitchell wasn't a coward. And she didn't want to spend her whole life in fear that someone will find her. And Chloe...she couldn't do that to Chloe.

There was one more thing she could do...but she was a bit skeptical about it. The idea itself was very simple but to make it happen...not so much. She'd have to improvise a lot. And a lot could go wrong. But hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

"Boss? Boss?" Ace entered Beca's apartment, calling for her but was met with silence. He looked around and pulled out his phone to call and find her, but the brunette emerged from her bedroom, pulling a t-shirt over her head. Ace smirked at her and raised his eyebrows.

"Did I interrupt you something?" he asked and laughed when the DJ glared at him.

"No. Why're you here?" she said, trying to fix her hair when she thought that he wasn't looking. Ace saw everything and his smirk grew even bigger.

"I've got something for you. Someone mailed it to you today." he came closer to hand her brown envelope. Beca sat at the kitchen table and opened it.

"Pictures..." she mumbled as she slipped her hand inside the envelope and took out its contents.

The first picture showed Robert and his family at the playground. The next one, Fat Amy eating a donut in Starbucks. The third one, Jesse buying a whole bunch of comics. Then Stacie with Aubrey kissing on a park bench. Ace picking up his son from school. Cynthia Rose talking through her phone on the street. She and Chloe in a coffee shop, near the redhead's apartment.

Beca looked at Ace who was staring at the pictures in confusion. She picked last two pictures, the first one showing a middle aged woman taking out the trash, the second some businessman about the same age the woman was, coming out of black SUV. She turned them so that he could see them and noticed that something was written on the back of each photo.

"You can choose who will go first." she read out loud but before she got the chance to say something, Chloe came out of the bedroom and spoke

"Becs...why do you have pictures of my parents?"

Aubrey felt that her hands were shaking. She was once again sitting in Beca's apartment. The DJ called an extraordinary meeting to show them something and that's why the blond found herself staring at a photo of Stacie and her, from one of their dates. Someone was following her. Actually, someone was following all of them, and they didn't realize it. And now that someone was threatening their lives.

"We should show that to police." she finally spoke, making everyone stop their conversations and look at her.

"Ehm, Aubrey I don't think it's a good idea..." Jesse was first to speak but she wouldn't let him finish

"Why?" she asked, raising her brows

"Because Flannagan has his rats in the police." Cynthia Rose spoke.

"Because we're not exactly law-friendly." Stacie said with a smirk.

"Because we'd have to explain why someone's taking those and we don't want our Hobbit arrested." Fat Amy chimed in.

"Yeah, the death penalty doesn't sound appealing" Beca murmured and Aubrey rolled her eyes.

"Well, you don't have to say why you can always pretend that you have no idea why is this happening..."

"Yeah and Flannagan won't take the occasion to play the victim, turn me in, clean his own name and still be free." Beca snorted, shaking her head.

"Aren't lawyers suppose to be smart or something?" Fat Amy stage whispered, earning herself a glare from Aubrey. Chloe, who until now was sitting quietly on the couch, with her head in her hands, suddenly stood up.

"Hold on, death penalty?" she asked, making her way to the brunette.

"Well, yeah, that's the law Chlo..." Beca answered hesitantly "I'm pretty positive that I've done enough to earn it and some people would love to see me dead, so they'd make sure that's the sentence even before the trial."

"Don't pretend like you haven't seen that coming, Mitchell. It was your decision to commit those crimes and you have to live with the consequences." Aubrey said matter of factly "Or die." she then added and for Chloe, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. She turned to face the blond girl and pointed her finger at her.

"You... just shut up. You've got no right to talk to her like this. I know that you're my best friend but she's my girlfriend and I won't let your stupid need of controlling, get her killed or arrested. " the redhead was radiating with anger, so she didn't notice the surprised looks on everyone's faces, Beca including.

"Girlfriend?" 5 voices asked at the same time, and the owners of 4 of them started looking from Chloe to Beca like they were observing tennis match.

"Chlo, we haven't talked about that.. title yet." The DJ said, feeling that she was blushing furiously.

"Well, are you complaining?" Chloe turned and quirked her brow at her, her arms crossed over her chest, the anger still very much visible.

"No, no, I'm good." Beca quickly answered and Chloe turned back to Aubrey.

"So yeah, girlfriend. You're an adult, Bree. If you want to throw the chance to fall in love with someone who finally makes you genuinely happy, then fine, do it, it's your life. But I'm not gonna do this. And you won't take it away from me." the room fell silent, almost everyone looking in the different direction, only Aubrey and Chloe still eying each other. Finally, Stacie cleared her throat and got up.

"I think we should go. Beca, we will call a meeting tomorrow morning to find a plan to put this to an end. Chloe, don't worry about your parents, we've already sent our people to watch them, just in case." the redhead nodded her head and mouthed silent thank you to Stacie. Everyone stood up and started leaving. The last one to enter the elevator was Ace who looked at Beca with a smirk on his face and winking at her, said.

"Now I know why did you smell like sex earlier."

Robert pulled out a prepaid phone and quickly typed some phone number.

"It's me. I think they know something new. Beca's people are following me since this morning. We've got to work faster." He hung up and took out the SIM card, breaking it in half and dumped it to the nearest drain. He did the same thing with the phone, dropping the parts in two different alleys and continued his walk as if nothing ever happened.