"What?" I said staring at Bell. "You heard me, I'm going after him. Garret is behind this. He almost killed Logan. " He said loading up his gun. "So you're just going up there and going on a suicide mission" I stared hard at him.
"HE ALMOST KILLED MY BROTHER PENELOPE"
"YEAH ALMOST. HE'S NOT DEAD! HE'S STILL HERE, So whose the revenge for? You? Or Him?"I watched him. " Violence can be good for something's but it doesn't solve all your problems Bellamy. You can't just  kill or hit people whenever you have a problem! "
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm tired being so scared of him" He said softly. "I have so much to loose"
My heart faltered, I went behind him and hugged him tight. "We aren't going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere. I love you"
He turned around and hoisted me up on the table and kissed me. He kissed me as if he needed me. His very existence is in desperation for my very presence. He pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine , our breath becoming one. "I- I can't lose you" He said softly. I raised his face to mine. "I'm here" I kissed him putting his hand under my shirt. He softly touched my skin making me shiver. He growled in response and pulled on my shirt.

"Are you sure about this?" Bellamy whispered as he climbed on top of me. "Take your revenge out on me, Take every piece of me." I said pulling him into me panting. He groaned in ecstasy, "Penelope!" I closed my eyes in bliss. I hugged him tight leaving marks on his back. "I love you Bellamy" I whispered.
The quiet rumbling of thunder intruded on my slumber. The memories of yesterday brought flames to my cheeks. I felt his breath on my neck as he softly snored.  "Nothing will ever happen to you" I said as I softly brushed his hair. I kissed his forehead and fell back to sleep.

I stared out the kitchen and sighed, It was weird. This sensation I was feeling, it brought me excitement and expecting of something. Arms wrapped around my torso and a kiss behind my ear,"And what is racking in that beautiful head of yours " His voice said in a gravelly voice. I shrugged and leaned against his chest, hm. The calm before the storm. "He's not gonna stop is he?" I asked softly watching the raindrops race each other.
His chest became tense, "No. He won't until he sees blood"
I snorted,"Whose, his or yours" I tried to analyze this whole thing, what the hell does He want?
"-I gotta pack" He finished.
"What? Why? Where you going?"
"I gotta end this Pen, I started this and I have to end this. If I want you in my future Safe and sound" He started at me hard"I gotta"
Again with this macho bullshit! What is it with guys always sacrificing their balls like they have a few to spare. If looks could kill I was  murdering him 65,000 ways all a bit more intense than the last.
"Okay. I understand His father killed your mother and the chip of the old  block tried to kill Logan,BUT BELL! You have to stop beating yourself up for it. He kidnapped you-"
"PENELOPE" He raised his voice and walked away from me,"NO ONE PUT A GUN TO MY HEAD WHEN I TOOK THAT GUY OUT WHEN I WAS 14, NO ONE TWISTED MY ARM WHEN I ACCEPTED HIS OFFER. NO ONE HAD A KNIFE TO MY NECK WHEN I BLASTED THE OLD MAN" I stared at him. What the hell? He never told me this. "Bell-"
"I made my bed Pen, I have to lie in it. Or have it remade, and I'm damn sure am not gonna lie in a bloody bed"
'God' I ran a hand through my hair,'I need a drink'
The house phone rang disrupting the mood of the house,
"Hello?"
"Pen! DON'T TELL HIM ANY-" My aunt screamed through the receiver.
"AUNT TINY, YOU OKAY. WHERE ARE YOU?! AUNT TINY-"
"Guess who" My back filled with goosebumps.
"Son of a bitch, where's my Aunt" Bell looked at me and stared hard.
"Now, Now sweetheart that's no mouth for a lady. And don't worry I'll take good care of your Aunt. Maybe" He chuckled.
My heart dropped to my stomach, He's got her. The phone was snatched out of my hand, "Son of a bitch, couldn't handle things on your own. Had to take hostages, kinda bitchy don't you think. If I didn't know any better, I would think you were in love with me" He smirked.
My Aunt is in the hands of a bloodthirsty psychopath and he's cracking jokes, Do I still think he's a catch. That's debatable.
"Fine. Meet me here in 30 minutes and I swear Garret. One scratch on her and I'll rip your intestines out and use them as a rope to hang you with"
He stared at me, "Pen" I raised my hand.
"When we get my aunt back alive and unharmed then we'll talk about us. But for now. Don't touch me. Now come on. We have company coming."

The clock stroke three,I stared at the jerk in front of me. There was cleaning his stupid shiny gun,son of a bitch. I took my glass full of whiskey and downed it. "Enough, no more" He said not even looking up at me.
"Don't even start giving out damn ultimatums, Son of a bitch"I slurred,I'm either really pissed or really drunk.
He smiled," That's my girl "
"Your mo-" He looked up at me, his eyes carrying no emotion. 'That was a dick move Pen! Stay off the juice!'I mentally slapped myself,I'm a dick.
"So"
"So"
A knock interrupted us as it swung open.
"Knock knock" Garrett chuckled darkly, "I've come to accept your invitation, which little brother wasn't so very nice" He smiled as he sat down and lit a cigarette. Two men came behind him, their very presence made the air chilly with fear
I watched his every move as he strike his match to light up, hate radiated throughout my entire body.
"Garrett" I hissed, "Where the fuck is she"
He looked at me and got up,"Yew ahnd  that focken mout"His accent thickened when he slapped me. The action took me by surprised, I looked at Bellamy who stood still his hands turned into white knuckled fists.
"Garret" His voice filled with hate, anger boiled in his name. "Don't fucking touch her or I will kill you"
He looked at me and blew his smoke in my face while laughing, "Hahah this fatass isn't worth to even breathe" He said sitting down. I looked straight at him and tried to disassociate myself in this situation.
We're not gonna get outta this one alive.
"So" He said as he put his shoes on the table and started to play with his pack a cards looking at each of us. "Who wants to make a deal"