“It belonged to Betty Beckett. Turns out, she was having an affair with Lionel Sunder.” I glance at Scar. “Who, as we know, was one of the founding families of The Society.”
“So that would have been my great-great-grandfather or something?”
“Couple greats. Not sure how many. I’m not sure of all the details on what happened, but a couple days ago, I was reading through her final entry and this is what she said.” I turn to the last page and begin…
Dear Diary,
It’s getting worse. The war that has been waged over the land is turning deadly. I fear I will not make it out of this alive. Lionel is changing day by day. His commitment to The Blue Bloods has become obsessive, even frightening, at times. He’s growing cold and angry and his frustrations are being taken out on me. What started as an affair full of love is turning to one of hate. Yesterday, I found him leaving the cabin with my late husband George’s deed to the property. When I tried to take it back, he claimed it was no longer mine.
I’m powerless against him. Lionel took my heart to break and used my body for sex in his quest to gain control over our land.
If someone shall ever find this, and I’ve gone missing, it was at the hands of Lionel Sunder, a Blue Blood. Make them pay. Take back what is ours. Honor George’s legacy.
Wear a mask if you shall, but whatever you do, inflict pain among them. Do not let my death be in vain. Use them if needed. Take their women and plant your seed inside them, forcing them to bear a child of half-breed. Destroy their bloodlines and never stop until we get back what is ours.
All for one, and one for all.
Signed,
Betty Beckett
“Oh my god,” Scar bellows. “It all makes sense now.” She jumps off Crew’s lap. The chills down her arm apparent. “My mom said she’s convinced Jeremy Beckett killed her former roommate Kenna only days after she gave birth. What if…” I can see the wheels turning in her head, but I know exactly where she’s going with this. Her eyes land on mine. “What if he used her body and impregnated her with a son, and once he got what he wanted, he killed her?”
Riley stands up, nodding in agreement. “He created a half-breed with not only a member, but a Guardian.”
“A Guardian?” I question Riley’s accusation.
“Yeah. Kenna Mitchell was a Guardian. About eighteen years ago, mid-school year, at The Academy, she vanished. Around seven months later, her family was notified that she committed suicide, but that was the Blue Blood way of upholding their reputation. We all know she was murdered.”
Neo, who looks bored as fuck, opens one eye. “Where’s her half-bred son at then?”
“No clue. I never saw anything about him in my findings.”
Neo finally drags his ass up into a sitting position. His head rests back, and he closes his eyes again. “We find the son, we find the fucking creeper.”
“I think Neo’s right,” I chime in. “It has to be Jude Beckett.”
Scar sits back down on Crew’s lap, looking from person to person. “But without a picture or any info, how do we find him?”
“I guess we up our game. We watch, we wait, and we attack.”
“Or,” Neo begins, “we toss out that slutty bitch Melody as bait. Let him get a bite out of her before we reel him in.”
I shrug my shoulders, not opposed to the idea. No one argues it, so I toss the diary onto the coffee table and get up. “Sounds like we’ve got a plan.”
Riley yawns, stretching her arms in the air. “Can I get a ride home from one of you kind and generous guys?” Her mocking tone is evident.
I raise my hand, offering up my kind and generous services because I know no one else will. “I’ll give you a ride. Lemme grab my coat and keys.”
I’m at the top of the stairs when Scar comes jogging up. “That was really nice of you to offer her a ride.”
I brush her hair away from her face and give her a kiss. “Do I get a reward for being so kind and generous?”
“Maybe.” She smirks. “How about if I’m waiting for you in your bed tonight.”
I quirk a brow. “You wanna stay the night in my room?”
When she nods,I kiss her again. “I’d say I’ve never been more excited to sleep.”