Chapter 26 A couple more days passed by and I didn't see Marco again, as I wasn't allowed too. I was given the permission to run some errands like get some groceries and some other items but my mother still kept a close eye on me. She calculated the time I went out and came back, she didn't leave me for a second. Marco didn't try to contact me, neither he came to my house again. I believed he was busy. My lips were still bruised and chapped from the steamy make out I had with Sabrina, I didn't regret it all, it was something new and I liked it. "Why are you so happy?" Bruce asked as he noticed me smiling on Marco's thoughts. I couldn't help but smile, last weekend was great, I wanted him to come and meet me again but Bruce never left me alone. He clung to me hardly even when my parents were out. I had forgiven him for the mistake he supposedly did but I didn't forget it. I rolled my eyes at him and said, "I don't know, why do you care?" I was making pancakes for myself and Bruce, my parents were at work and Bella was at school. Alex was going to arrive anytime soon back from his vacation. I stopped sharing anything with Bruce, I didn't even tell him what happened last weekend because he would definitely go back to my parents and repeat the mistake again. He was jealous of me and Marco together and I understood that. "I care, Wendy." He stated, he was bend down the kitchen table. I placed a plate of his pancakes in front of him and mines beside him. At least, I had someone to talk to. "You shouldn't," I replied, angrily. The door bell rang and Bruce hurried towards it. I walked behind him to make sure it wasn't Marco or anyone else. I wanted to know who was ringing the bell early in the morning. It was the postman. He dropped off a letter that Bruce grabbed, the letter was for me and family but Bruce was the one who read it loud. There was no name or address on it so we assumed it was someone anonymous. To Bella and her family. The disrespect has been too much, Bella. I didn't expect that from you at least. This isn't a sweet letter to you, it's actually to your precious family who you love so much. Our paths were different until you came to Vegas. What your friend did was evil and this is a payback letter. One bullet is going down your mother and another one down your father, if you can save them then please do but remember how strong I am and what I am capable to do. This is revenge sweetie, also don't ask the police for help, they won't do s**t. Wait for my return! Bye. Bruce read it out loud, when he was done, my mouth gasped open in shock. "And you thought he loved you?" Bruce threw the letter on my face. There was no initials or address of the person who send this letter. "I don't know who it is?!" I exclaimed. "Wendy, of course, it is your f*****g Marco Black. Who else would send these threats?" Bruce yelled, slapping his hands on the counter. "He wouldn't, why would he?" I asked. Marco didn't seem like that guy and he did forgive me and my father for that night. Why would he possibly write a threat? "I need to go see him, now." I said. Bruce sighed and nodded his head. He waited for the pancakes to be finished, I went up and got dressed. I wasn't excited to meet Marco, I was more disappointed. Why would he send that letter? What was the purpose of it? Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ƒindNoᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Bruce removed his bike from the garage and waited for me to hop on, as soon as I did, he started driving on the roads. "Do you know where he will be right now?" I questioned Bruce. "Yes," he replied. Bruce stopped in front of a very large building, everything was blue and made out of raw glass. My reflection reflected on the glass. As we stepped inside, a woman greeted us. "Yes, how may I help you?" She questioned. "Where is Marco right now?" Bruce asked the lady in a threatening tone. He was more angry than I was. "Mr. Black is in a meeting right now, please wait and I will let you know when it's finished." The woman replied. I groaned and rushed myself towards the couch, I wasn't going to wait. He threatened my family and what did he expect from it? Anger was lacing around me, the frustration grew by every second. I wanted to rip his hair out. I waited patiently for something to happen but the woman never called us again. Minutes passed by and my anger just grew. I kept on re-reading the letter to cancel out of the boredom. Finally, out of anger I jumped out of the lobby and into the elevator. "Wendy," Bruce called my name out as the elevator closed, behind Bruce the woman ran. "Ma'am, you cannot go right now." She said as she tried to stop the lift. but it didn't stop and I successfully went up to the highest floor. There weren't many people around the building, it was packed but not extremely packed. Some people were even smoking blunts in the office. When I reached the last floor, I asked someone about Marco and they told me that he was in an important meeting. They also dropped me off to the door where the meeting was held. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to bust in and confront him or wait for him to get done with but either way, I choose my anger. I slammed the door open with the letter clutched into my hands. Everyone began to stare at me and then I noticed Marco standing in the corner. It wasn't a meeting, they were all smoking and so was he. The full room was packed up with clouds of smoke. Woman and men of all ages were sitting down and smoking. I took a step inside the gigantic room. "Wendy," Marco said in surprise. He was probably more shocked to see me here. I ran to him and pushed his back to the wall, "How could you possibly threat me and my family when I did whatever you said." I yelled at him. He was calm. He didn't turn anger neither his facial expression changed. I wanted a response from him but he didn't give any. "You need to leave, princess." He whispered to me and then grabbed my hand to take me out of the door. I pulled my hand away from his wrath and looked at him with fury. "f**k you!" I screamed, I had other things in mind to say but someone stopped me from behind. Another old aged man turned me around and slapped me. It was painful, definitely a lot painful. My cheeks were stinging from the slap, worse my eyes started to tear up but then I remembered that no one is allowed to slap me apart from my parents. "How f*****g dare you slap me, you f*****g old hag!" I screamed, clawing my nails at him. "Where the f**k are you manners?" The old person said again, this time it got more dirty. He slammed me to the wall and grabbed my face, without a second thought I accidentally spat on his face. "In my f*****g ass," I regretted everything that came out of my mouth. I wasn't someone like that, I didn't disrespect elders ever but this man made me want to disrespect him. I struggled to get out of his hold but he slapped me again, this time with much pressure. I fell down on the floor with a thud, my lips began to bleed and pulsate horribly. He wiped his face off with his shirt and then he pulled out a gun at me. "Jesus, father stop." Marco said. He kneeled down and covered me from him. It hit me like a million buses, the old hag was his father? I still couldn't swallow the information in. Marco looked at me with surprise, like this all wasn't going to happen when he send the threat to me. "f*****g control your w****s or next time I won't be so grateful," The old hag said as he placed the gun back in his shirt. Everyone was staring at me carefully, they were studying my rotten state. "Leave," Marco ordered everyone and they all stood up and left the room. I watched his father walking past me, he was about to leave. I jumped up to spit on him again but Marco pushed me back into the wall. The old hag glanced at me once again before leaving the room. "What is wrong with you?" Marco asked, he grabbed my hair and looked at me angrily. "Leave my hair," I said. His grip around my hair was hurting, it felt like my hair was going to rip off anytime. He just pulled my hair harder when I told him not to. A scream escaped my lips and I wrapped my fingers around his hand, trying my best to push it away. I should be the mad one here, not him. "Stop," I cried out when I couldn't take it anymore. There was blood oozing out of my bruised lips, this was the second time my lips were bleeding in this week. He finally let go of my hair. The muscles around his face loosened up, he looked at me with pity rather than anger. I pushed him aside but he pulled my closer. "Leave me," I said while looking away from him. "Calm down," he whispered to me before pulling me into an unwanted hug. Numerous times I tried my best to get away from his grasp but he didn't let me go. "You are so f*****g bitchy," I gritted my teeth together and said to Marco. "I am bitchy? You disrespected me and my father in front of a whole crowd, I swear if it wasn't you and if it was someone else, I would have killed her instantly." He said calmly. "I didn't knew he was your father," I looked down. "He was the one butting in, he slapped me first and then I did something." I continued, half of it wasn't even my fault, who said the father to put his dirty hands in my business. I as talking to Marco not his father but he had to step in and slap me. "Okay, I apologize from his side. Fine?" Marco said. I nodded my head as a tear slipped out of my eyes. He cupped my face with his hands and wiped the blood off my lips. "And also, the letter?" I said while looking around for the letter. It was crumbled in the corner of the room. Marco stood up and picked it up from the floor, he opened it and read it like it was his first time reading it. Wasn't he the one who wrote it? He turned around and laughed at me. "You think I send you this?" 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