Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 91

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“Let me?” I repeat, glaring. He sighs dramatically.

“You’re not seriously going to argue are you? It’s not safe here right now, and I don’t think I could standto let you out of my sight. Come stay with me. It doesn’t have to be forever. Just until this is sorted out.”He holds my gaze, pleading in his expression.

“If you don’t come with me I won’t be leaving, and I’ll be keeping Shaun and Aaron here too.” He adds.I roll my eyes.

“That’s just excessive. But I do see your point. I want to be there with you if it will help your feel better,and it will help me feel safe too. But also, my bedroom window is smashed to pieces and my bed is fullof glass.” I

bed is full of glass.” I pause, hesitating.

“What is it?” he prompts. I sigh.

“I’m worried about Maggie and the other people in the building. I know it’s not likely that anyone wouldattack them, but I just can’t help it.” I admit.

“I’ll arrange for a security detail for the building until this is sorted out. They’ll be safe.” He promises. Ismile at him, a weak and sort of pathetic smile, but still a smile.

“Thankyou.”

That settled, Bellamy finally lets me leave the bathroom. Either Shaun or Aaron have used my broomand swept the worst of the glass up to the side of my bed so, with shoes on, the room can be mostly,safely navigated. I shiver as I look around and realise it’s because there is a breeze coming in from my

broken window. I sigh and then go dig through my closet looking for my rarely used gym bag. Ieventually replace it and put it on top of the dresser. I spend a few minutes and pack a few outfits andcomfort items, my phone charger, toothbrush and so on. I glance at the untouched pile of clothes thatBellamy left here. Well that was a waste, he hasn’t even used them and I’m going to stay with him.Then again, it might not be forever. I might still come back here. I can’t help but snort at the thought. Noway, once I live with him I highly doubt Bellamy is going to let me move back here without a fight, and Iam fairly sure he could win it without much difficulty. The place has been feeling more and more lonely

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lately. Still, I need to talk to Maggie, and ugh, pay for the window and I don’t know what else. Alsostaying with Bellamy? Assuming I do end up staying for more than a week or two I need to work outsome kind of agreement for rent. I get the feeling he is going to argue about that too. Ugh, I haven’teven gotten there yet and I’m stressing out about it.

I look around the room for anything I’ve missed. I know I can come back and get more stuff later, but Iwant to make sure I’m okay for at least a few days. I made sure to pack my work clothes and shoes. Ihave regular clothes and pyjamas. My eyes land on my bed and my favourite pillow. It’s silly andunnecessary… But I want it with me. Still, there’s glass everywhere and I don’t know that I should trygoing over there. I think if I were to cut myself again Bellamy might lose it completely. Bellamy noticesmy focus.

“What are you looking for?” he asks. I point at the pillow.

“I want that pillow, but…. The glass…” I trail off, no further explanation needed. Bellamy doesn’trespond, just moves to the bed, crunching over the scattered glass shards and grabs the pillow. Heshakes it and pats it down thoroughly making sure that there is no glass stuck in it anywhere before

bringing it to me. I take it immediately. He zips up my bag and pulls it over his shoulder. It’s a baby pinkcolour and honestly looks a little ridiculous on him. But also sort of adorable? We head out to the livingarea. I feel particularly small and pathetic in my blood smeared pyjamas and unicorn slippers, my hair amess. I must look awful. Shaun is just hanging up the phone as we approach.

“I just spoke to Alex, he’s getting all the security footage from all the cameras together and sendingover a proper investigation team. The damage out front is mostly just typical vandalism and it looks likeit was done before the window was smashed. As for that, we found. this in the bed.” He holds up alarge rock, it looks like one from one of the yards of a neighbour down the street. I see those rocks allthe time while walking to work.

“Also, this was tied to the rock.” he hands Bellamy a crumpled up piece of paper. I recognise the typedout writing from my last letter.

YOU WILL PAY BITCH.

THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING.

BETTER WATCH YOUR HEAD!!!

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Watch your head? Seriously? Who is writing these notes? Do they think they’re funny? I am completelyover this. I was scared, and admittedly, I probably will feel scared again later, but right now? I’m justpissed off. Although maybe not as pissed as Bellamy who looks about ready to strangle someone. Itake his free hand and weave my fingers through his. He hands the note back to Shaun.

“I’m taking Ryann home. Look into this and make sure the security team puts a tarp over that windowor something. Also make sure someone speaks to the landlady in the morning. Tell Alex I need anongoing security detail for the other residents of the building until this issue is resolved.” Shaun nods.

“Yes Alpha Kane.” Something else Shaun said a minute ago registers in my brain.

“Other damage? Did whoever it was do something other than throw the rock and break my window?” Iask. Shaun nods sympathetically but doesn’t say anything, just glances towards the front door. Aarongestures for me to follow him. Still clutching Bellamy’s hand, we head outside and I can see thedamage. My front door is full of gouges, clearly from claws, and almost every inch of door, wall orwindow is covered in red and black spray paint with X marks, insults, and general profanity. I read afew then force myself to look away. It’s too stressful. Bellamy tugs me away and leads me down to hiswaiting car. He opens the door for me and actually buckles me in before dropping my bag in the backseat and heading around to the drivers side. The entire drive back to his home he constantly glancessideways at me, to the point I am actually concerned that he isn’t watching the road enough. He alsoholds. my hand unless he really has to let go to drive. Well, to drive without smashing into a pole orsomething at least.

We make it back to Bellamy’s place in what has to be record time. I was so preoccupied 1 didn’t notice,but there is no way he wasn’t speeding. We got here way too fast. Likewise, he hurries me inside,grabbing my bag and practically dragging me through the front door. He locks it behind him and checksthe door. Twice. Only then is he satisfied. He still doesn’t let go of my hand though. We stand thereawkwardly. I eventually pull away and pick up my bag, if only for something to break the standstill. Theproblem with that is I am just now realising that we didn’t actually discuss sleeping arrangements and Ihave no idea what to do or where

to go.