My Bully’s Love

Chapter 113

Plan In Motion

“See you in a few hours, baby, stay safe.” Jace tells me and kisses me on the lips.

“I will, I love you.” | tell him as he hands me the laundry basket.

“Love you, too, Ella.” He calls out as he bounces down the stairs.

Just then and right on time, my phone begins to ring, and I answer it, “Hey Mom, what‘s up?” I give it a few seconds, “No, Jace just left for a meeting at work and I‘m heading down to do laundry. Can I call you back later?” Again, I wait, “Okay, I love you, too, Mom.” | pocket my phone and pretend to notice my old apartment. Placing the basket on one hip, I walk over to the door, and with a racing heart, I knock.

He must have been close because the door opens not even two seconds later and there stands a guy that I have never seen before in my life. He‘s got blonde hair, which I can tell has been dyed, and a pair of brown eyes. He‘s not that bad looking, with a slight build and standing at least five–foot nine, maybe a bit taller.

“Hi! My name is Ella, and I live upstairs. I thought I would stop by and say hello to the new tenant that rented out my old apartment.” I think I might have won an Oscar just now.

“Oh hey,” he looks me up and down with interest, “I‘m David, nice to meet you. I was told that the old tenant still lived here. The manager said that your boyfriend moved in

with you or something.”

“Yeah, Jace.” I smile.

“Why don‘t you come in and put that basket down,” he holds the door open for me, “I was just about to make myself a snack, would you like something?”

“Oh, no thank you. I can‘t stay long. I need to get the laun dry done before Jace comes back home from his work meet ing. He doesn‘t like it when I don‘t follow orders.” I giggle a lit tle.

I notice his eyes light up, “I see.” He says as I walk past him, looking around the bare hallway. I hear him close the door, and faintly hear a lock sliding into place, and now my heart is really racing. I turn around with a smile plastered to my face.

“Do you always lock your doors when you‘re home?” I ask, hoping the guys will understand what I‘m trying to convey to them.

Davis or David or whatever he goes by smirks, “Actually, you‘re the reason for the deadbolts and why I lock the doors when I‘m home.”

My forehead creases, “I am?”

“Well, yeah. The manager said that someone was in this very apartment while you were in here. He said that you show ered and everything and never knew they were here, watching you. God forbid they come back, thinking you still live here.”

Right there, gives him away, and makes me want to vomit. I never told the manager about me showering that night. He

was here, and he was watching me. I‘m trying to keep myself together, but I‘m afraid that I‘m not going to, so I try excusing myself.

Mustering one last fake smile, “Well, I think I had better get going, so I can get my laundry done. It was so nice meet ing you, David. I hope we see each other more often.” I walk to the door and then stop to

wait for him. He walks slowly over to me, and grins, “Can you please unlock the door for me?”

“Nah, I don‘t think so.”

Oh, fucking hell, here we go!

I chuckle, “Oh, stop messing around, David.”

“Do you think now that I have the perfect chance to have you, that I‘m not going to take it?” His tongue licks his lips salaciously.

“Ha ha, you‘re not funny. Please open the door for me.” | plead.

“I don‘t think so. I‘m going to take something important from him now.” He grabs the basket from my hands and throws it to the side.

| barely press the button on my watch when he grabs my wrists and pulls them up over my head, “Be a good girl for me now. I know you can, Precious.”

The doorknob wiggles and then there is banging at the door, before Jace is yelling at Davis to let me go. Davis‘s eyes widen as he stares at the door and then he returns them back to me, “You fucking bitch! You set me up!”

“Please, I‘ve never done anything to you. I just wanted you to leave me alone!”

“I was willing to be nice to you, Ella! I would have treated you like a princess!” He sneers, and raises his voice, “Now I‘m going to fuck you like the whore you really are and leave your pretty skin all marked up. How‘s that?”

He is actually scaring me, “Jace!”

“I‘m coming, Ella!” More banging on the door, and Davis moves both my hands to one of his while he reaches over into the drawer of a table by the door and pulls out a big ass hunt ing knife.

“Jace, he has a knife!” I call out right before he backhands me.

He let‘s go of my hands and I crumple to the floor. My side is achy from him stretching my arms up the way he did, but I try to scoot away as fast as I can.

“Where the fuck do you think you‘re going?” He grabs my ankle and next thing I know he‘s flipping me onto my back, “We can do it two ways, Precious. You can pull those pants down and show me that pretty little pussy yourself, or I will cut them off you and then use this handle to fuck you!”

Tears stream down my face as I gasp when he shows me the thick rippled knife handle. I close my eyes and bring my hands to the waist of my leggings. When I start to pull them down, he chuckles, “I would have thought that slutty cunt would have chosen the handle. Maybe I‘ll use it regardless.”

I stop what I‘m doing and that‘s when I notice that he‘s now standing over me with his legs on each side of mine.

Without giving it anymore thought, I kick my leg up and get him straight in the balls. He grabs himself and drops to his knees just as I scoot away from him.

“You‘re a dead bitch!”

The door finally gets kicked in and both Jace and Jude come walking through it as if they are on a mission. Jude grabs Davis and holds him while Jace gets right up in his face, “Hey fucker, did I give you permission to touch my girl?”

“Fuck you, Jace!” Davis spits at him but misses Jace‘s face.

All of a sudden, Jace‘s fists are flying through the air pum meling Davis‘s face. Kingsly comes in and pulls Jace away from the guy, but then Jude takes over as he holds him by his hair with one hand and punches him in the face continuously. It takes Owen, Malik, and one other guard to pull Jude off of Davis.

“You never touch another man‘s girl, you fuckface!” Jude struggles to get out of their grip, but they hold strong.

I get up and walk over to the beaten man now laying on the floor holding his face, “Tell your little girlfriend that she‘s next!” | lift the side of my shirt up, “Also tell her that she should have ended me, because I‘m coming for her.”

“I don‘t have a fucking girlfriend, you stupid bitch!”

I kick him in the side, “Cindy Titan came after me because she is working for you, and she likes you. She‘s a jealous wom

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“I‘m not working with anybody! I don‘t trust anybody!”

“Hm, whatever. Keep that mindset because you‘re not go ing to be able to trust anybody where you‘re going.” | spit on him and then turn and run towards Jace.

Kingsly lets him go just as I get to him and I fling myself into his arms, not caring about my side at the moment. He wraps me in his arms tightly, apologizing to me over and over again. None of this is his fault, so I don‘t know why he keeps saying it.

“Can we just go home?” I ask completely exhausted.

“Yeah, baby, let‘s go.” He kisses the top of my head and turns us towards the door.