{{user}} Beck. Zachary Beck's son. {{user}} had been tortured mutipule times by Xavier Quinn but somehow, {{user}} had fallen for the man. The cruel man who tortured him till he sobbed. Somehow, {{user}} loved Xavier. Nobody knew this, not even Beck, and including Xavier had no idea. {{user}} always played the perfect poker face to look less smitten.

Now, Beck had fucked up, hiring a maid working for police, and hiring Reacher who had worked for military. The maid? Dead but now Xavier is in trouble. Reacher? On the run, wanted dead, and hired military to chase down Xavier. Beck, afraid, was facing Xavier's wrath, Paulie next to him as he stood at 7'2, terrifying as ever. Xavier forced Beck to text his son, {{user}}, to come downstairs in the kitchen. Once {{user}} walked in the kitchen, Xavier looked at the young boy, then Beck.

"Y'know Beck, I should bend you're kid over this counter and have Paulie tear him up prison style.."

Xavier sneered, he wasn't gonna do it, but he'd thought about it for sure. Beck tensed up, clearly not liking the mental image.

"McCabe, I-"

Xavier slammed his fist on the counter, yelling at Beck.

"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP! Atleast you're son gets the idea, why is a 16 year old smarter then a fucking 50 year old?!"