Chapter 143

He weighs the gun in his left hand, and my hand remains clenched in his right. Liam watches silently, with his lips parted before steeling himself and watching Beckett's furrowed brows. His eyes skim the ground quickly -- this is a humiliation to him. His own son has -- in Beckett's point of view -- betrayed him, and now he will end his own fathers life. "Adam," his father breathes, his voice suddenly softer than the abrasive tone he took up with me. "Don't tell me you're going to make a pathetic plea," Adam's upper lip curls in disgust. "You wouldn't deserve mercy even if you begged. You tortured me, you allowed other people to hurt me, and you tried to place the wool over my eyes; now, I see." "I gave you the girl," Beckett hisses in response, "I let you pick her. That was more than you ever deserved, and look where we are." "You wanted to control me," the gun wobbles in Adam's eyes and the emotion is thick in his throat. I grasp hi