“I think a call to Chaos is in order,” Blake said, looking at Cole.Cole nodded, and Beckett smiled. “Thanks,” he said.”

“I don’t have anything to pay you with now,” Blake said, turning toward Chaos. “But just tell me how much, and I’ll make sure this debt is paid.”Chaos shrugged. “Dude, I owe Beckett. Just let him know.”Blake nodded and stood. Of course. Everyone owes Beckett something.”

“Blake and Beckett touched tattoos in greeting. Beckett turned his other arm over to show Blake his bandage. Blake lifted one eyebrow, and Beckett peeled the tape back to reveal his new Sorry tattoo, a perfect replica of his brother’s.“Cole got one too,” Beckett said.Blake looked off in the distance as his eyes filled with emotion.Beckett pulled Blake’s face back to look at him and held it in his hand. “Never alone, bro. You’re never alone as long as I live.”Blake nodded. “Thanks.”

“Beckett's probably the hardest man there is to love," Blake said. "He does life wrong for all the right reasons.”

“After smiling for a family photo with his daughters, John announced, “All right. I talked to the boys. Beckett, you can stay for the reception.” He nodded while he granted the reprieve. “Afterward, we’ll bring you in for questioning.”John turned to leave, but Blake caught his attention. “Sir, thank you. It means the world to me that he’s here.”

“Why aren’t you fighting back?” Blake finally asked one night as Beckett lay on his bed.“I told you not to come the fuck out there, didn’t I?” Beckett hissed.“I like the woods,” Blake said. “I don’t like knowing what he does to you.”