Chapter 113

Caleb

Upon finishing my shower do I quickly move to throw on a pair of black shorts and white muscle tee. A pair of silk boxers also being added as I move to exit the room. My eyes now back on Ella who was currently sleeping.

My eyes soon on my clock as I move to see it read 10:30 am. Perfect. Plenty of time to go downstairs and make some food for Ella and myself. My hand quick to grab my phone from the bedside table before moving to kiss Ella goodbye.

A soft sigh rising past her lips as she moves to snuggle back into the blankets. The outside a gray and gloomy day. And while the seasons were constantly changing I on the other hand wasn’t planning on leaving the house.

With phone in hand do I carefully move to stand back up. Careful not to disturb Ella as she slept. Wanting her to sleep for however long she needed. My other hand careful when closing the door behind me before moving to head downstairs. The house quiet.

The staff currently on leave until Reece and Dylan returned. Not wanting them to bother Ella while they’re gone. My fingers quick to pull up Reece’s number. My thumb quick to press the call key as I move to lift the phone towards my ear. Reece quick to answer on the second ring.

“Talk to me”

“What the fuck is going on over there? Where’s Dylan?”

“He’s currently still passed out within his hotel room, why?”

“Passed out? What the fuck Reece?”

“Look, calm down Caleb. Dylan’s fine”

“No Reece, I won’t calm down. Fucking Hannah or whoever was with her began sending text messages to Ella’s phone. Including pictures of Dylan whose fucking passed out upon his bed. I even have proof that Hannah’s fucking kissing him. How the fuck did she even get there to begin with?”

“Hannah? Wait, what? Slow down”

“Oh for the love of GOD Reece. Listen to me. Hannah was with Dylan last night. Ella has proof of it upon her phone. And because of it, Ella thinks Dylan lied to her and is cheating on her with Hannah. He needs to defend himself otherwise I don’t think she’ll want him anymore.”

“Christ” growls Reece, clearly unaware that Hannah had been present after going their separate ways.

“Wait, are you telling me that you didn’t know?” I ask, quick to piece things together.

“Fuck no. Why would I? Dylan and I both have different rooms. Look, last night was rough. Dylan and I both had a couple of drinks after closing our deal and so decided to celebrate. But when we left he seemed just fine to me” explains Reece.

“And what about now?”

“He’s still passed out. I was actually on my way to see him now” answers Reece. Reece heading for Dylan’s room. Unaware that once he got there that he’d be in a shock of his life.

Reece soon making it to Dylan’s room in which he moves to knock. Reece still on the phone with me. “Dylan? Yo, are you up yet? We need to talk” I hear as Reece moves to knock again. Reece now waiting patiently for an answer.

“Did he answer yet?” I ask, unsure what was going on since I wasn’t currently present.

“No. Look, let me call you back Caleb. For now, try and keep Ella busy and off her phone. I’ll try and figure out what’s happening with Dylan and get back to you as soon as I can” offers Reece.

“Okay. Good luck. Keep me posted”

“Will do”

“Bye” is all I manage to get out before Reece moves to hang up the phone. My mind now hoping that Dylan was okay. My mind quick to remember what I read upon Ella’s phone.

Each message like a taunt. Each message basically rubbing it in Ella’s face that she was stuck here at home while Hannah somehow managed to find Dylan. Annoyance beginning to rise within me as I move to make breakfast or in this case brunch as it was now 11 am which meant breakfast was technically over, but it was still to early for lunch, so brunch was the next best thing.

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Reece

After hanging up the phone with Caleb do I move to focus on the task at hand, Dylan. A part of me trying to figure out just how Hannah even knew about our little business trip in the first place.

My mind quick to assume the worse. Fuck. We had a mole within our mists. For someone knew exactly where we were and what we were doing, the only thing left was who? Who was the one to tip Hannah off?

Shaking my head, I move to knock again. A frown rising along my face when Dylan still doesn’t answer me. My hand now reaching for the handle of his room in which I notice is open.

Dylan never one to lock his door at home because of Ella but normally would when we’re on business because you could never be to careful when traveling alone. Now quick to shove those thoughts away do I carefully move to enter the room. My eyes instantly seeing red at what I was seeing before me.

“What the fuck? Get away from him you fucking psycho!”

With that said do I move to march myself towards the bed. My hand quick to yank Hannah’s hair as I attempt to pull her away from Dylan. Dylan currently tied to the bed with a gag around his mouth. His shirt currently undone as well as his pants. Hannah having been trying to pleasure him while tied to the bed.

“REECE! LET GO OF ME!” cries Hannah as I continue to hold her by the hair.

“NO!” I yell. “I told you multiple times to stay the FUCK away from me and my family. Now I find you raping my brother? And for what? To hurt Ella?” I say, rage filling me as I move to speak my mind.

“Who cares about the bitch? She belongs to Nicholas anyways. Besides, Dylan’s mine and always will be.”

“Like hell he is and that goes for Ella too, she’ll never belong to Nicholas or to James”

With rage soon burning holes within me do I finally move to drag her towards the door. My free hand quick to open the door in which I move to throw her out. My eyes quick to watch her stumble in an attempt to regain her balance. My voice now laced with venom.

“Leave. Now Hannah. Or else the next time you might just find a bullet within your fucking skull” I warn. Not one to threaten people with death but when your uncle was the head of the Irish Mob anything was possible, especially when it involved family.

And Hannah, well let’s just say she overstayed her welcome. Her eyes now wide by what I said. A piece of me no longer caring as I move to slam the door directly in front of her face. My mind now hoping and praying that Hannah would just leave once and for all.