Page 32 of B.D.E: Falling Hard For A BBW

Ghost

I hadn’t been back to the safe house since the night I held Specs in my arms while she slept.

That was two days ago. She was probably wondering where the hell I was, but I couldn’t think about her right now.

I couldn’t risk bringing death to her doorstep again.

I was in kill mode and every second I stayed away was a move closer to tying off the last loose end… Gideon.

It all made sense now. When I slipped into Gideon’s estate earlier that morning, I’d already mapped out his security rotations.

I’d taken my time, memorized every creak on the floor, every blind spot on the cameras.

I came for blood, but curiosity led me to his office first and that’s when I saw it.

A thick, leather-bound folder sitting inside his desk drawer, locked but not enough to keep me out.

Inside were records… prison files, DNA matches, crime scene photos.

My father’s name scribbled across a murder report I’d never seen before.

And on the victim line? Isabella Delano. His wife. Marcus’s mother.

The date matched the robbery that ruined Gideon’s life.

The twist was that my old man’s DNA had just been linked to it last year.

It took decades and a covid death to get that final confirmation, but Gideon had waited, then plotted and let that rage fester.

He couldn’t get to my father, so he came for me.

Blamed me for sins I didn’t commit like I wasn’t just a fucking kid when it happened.

None of that mattered to him, though. He raised me…

only to set me up to die. So yeah, I’d planned this shit out carefully.

Right down to the bottle of twenty-year-old bourbon he loved to pour at sunset.

I slipped a slow-acting poison into it while he was out at some business lunch.

I knew he wouldn’t notice, not when he sipped the same drink every damn evening like clockwork.

I stepped out of the tree line; silencer already fitted on the barrel.

There were three guards posted around the front and back of the estate.

I took each one out with quiet, practiced precision.

One behind the greenhouse. One on the back porch.

One near the garage lighting a cigarette that he never got the chance to finish.

By the time I reached the main door, I’d already used Gideon’s phone to text Marcus.

Get here. Now . It wouldn’t raise suspicion.

That nigga would come running, still chasing his father’s approval, desperate for crumbs of attention.

Inside the house, I moved quick. I knew the layout, hell, I helped him remodel half this damn compound. I kicked his office door open, gun drawn, aiming straight at the back of his fucking head.

He turned slow, like he couldn’t believe it. “Ghost.”

“You look surprised,” I said, stepping inside, door clicking shut behind me. “Didn’t think I’d survive the second hit?”

His face tightened. “So, you know.”

“I know everything,” I murmured. “I saw the file on my father. The shit he did to your wife… the DNA match to prove it… and how you plotted revenge on me for it.”

“You’re just like him,” Gideon snapped. “A coldblooded killer without conscience.”

I took a step closer. “I ain’t shit like that muthafucka! I was loyal to you, nigga. I would’ve died for you, and you fed me to the wolves without blinking.”

Just then, the door behind me opened.

“Dad? You texted—” Marcus froze in the doorway, seeing my gun, the tension thick in the air. “What the fuck is going on?”

I kept my aim steady, didn’t flinch. “That wasn’t your dad texting you. It was me.”

“Yo, what the fuck?!” Marcus looked from me to Gideon, eyes narrowing. “Why?”

I aimed the gun square at his head.

“Close the door,” I said.

He followed my instructions, then turned to look at me. “Ghost, what the hell is going on?”

“Ask your father.”

Marcus looked between us. “Dad?”

“He didn’t know, Ghost,” Gideon said suddenly, his voice thinner now. “He had nothing to do with it.”

I didn’t lower the gun.

“I didn’t!” Marcus added quickly. “I didn’t know none of this shit until yesterday when he told me about your father killing my mother. Is that what this is about?”

I gave him a menacing chuckle. “Nah, it’s more to it than that playboy Yo bitch ass daddy tried to have me killed.”

“I swear on everything. I ain’t know about no setup. You think I’d cosign some shit like that?”

Gideon groaned, shifting in his chair. His body was catching up to the poison now.

“I told you,” he muttered, “he wasn’t part of it.”

Marcus stared at him, wide-eyed. “You tried to have Ghost killed?”

Gideon didn’t answer, his coward ass had guilt written all over his face and we both stared, waiting for him to tell us the answer we both already knew.

Marcus shook his head. “For what? Cause’ of some shit his daddy did? Ghost was a kid when she was killed just like me. Not to mention, you raised him. Dad!”

Gideon choked out a bitter laugh. “And look where that got me.”

“Aye, Marcus, I’m letting you know now, I’m killing ya pops. Matter of fact, he dying as we fucking speak, so you got two options. You can stay and die with him, or you can walk the fuck out and plan his funeral. Choice is yours,” I shrugged.

We stared at each other for a long moment.

I could see the conflict on his face. That’s his blood, but even he couldn’t stomach what Gideon had done.

He looked at his father one last time, then turned and walked out.

It was just me and Gideon now. He coughed hard as blood painted the corner of his lips.

His body jerked against the chair, weak and fading.

“You know that little nerdy bitch of yours? She won’t stay… not once she sees what you really are, a fucking monster. She’ll run just like everyone else,” he laughed.

I clenched my jaw.

“You done?” I asked.

He nodded faintly.

“Good.”

I stepped closer, crouched beside the chair so he could see my eyes. “After everything I’ve done for you, just know you made it end like this,” I spat.

Gideon’s body became weaker by the moment until he finally inhaled and exhaled, taking his last breath.

“Rest in piss, bitch.”

One tear slipped from my eye as I walked out. Shit hurt more than I ever expected to see the man that raised me take his finally breath, but it had to be done, and it had to be me. I guess it was always destined to end this way.

Specs was asleep when I got back. Her curls were spread across the pillow; face soft and peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen in days.

I missed the way her skin felt in my hands.

The was she smelled, tasted… how she moaned and cried out my name when I was deep inside her.

She’d been here, waiting patiently for me to come back to her, but I knew it wouldn’t happen.

Gideon was right. I was a monster and even though I was falling for her, I didn’t know if I could change.

Would her love ever be strong enough to make me want to give up the only life I’ve ever known?

Truth is, I didn’t even know who I was outside of this shit, and I knew she didn’t deserve to sit around, hoping I’d figure it out.

I sat down at the small desk in the corner, grabbed a pen and wrote her a letter.

Specs, I’m setting you free.

Go home.

Live your life.

Forget about me…

I left it on the pillow beside her, brushed her hair back one last time, and walked out before the sun came up.