Somewhere at a hotel in the city, a dark-haired man sat at his desk by the window of his hotel room. Wearing the black gloves that help erase any trace of evidence, he grabbed the pen beside him, and a clean white piece of paper. On it he wrote a message that would shake them to their core.
If you think you can keep me away from her, you’re wrong.
You’ll be seeing me again real soon bandit.
Sincerely,
A.G
He smirked to himself, and folded the paper; stuffing it into a white envelope. He had planned this for years and knew every step he was going to take to make sure things go as planned. Grinning to himself at the chaos that will erupt once he arrives, he exits the hotel room and makes his second trip to the Bandit home.
He was going to wreak havoc on their lives.
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The dark-haired man hid behind the bushes in the garden on the Bandit property. He watched as Mr. Bandit paced back and forth in front of his office window. He enjoyed seeing the man scared. He was painted as a criminal when he tried to do what he thought was best. Ben Bandit turned his wife against him and ruined him. His whole life fell apart because of Ben Bandit.“This is only the beginning ben,” the man growled to himself. “You will regret the day you were born.”The dark-haired man was ready to serve justice. For he felt he deserved it, and more.-----A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading my book! Hope you checked out my other book "Finding True Love" and I hope you enjoyed it as well! I will still be uploading chapters for "Speak To Me" on Tuesdays and Thursdays Hawaii Standard Time. Lately I've been uploading everyday, so forgive me if I miss a day. I want to t
John Bandit P.O.V“Her – her father?” I stuttered in shock.Horrification filled my body. From how my father portrays Chasity’s father, he sounds like a dangerous man. He was able to come and go undetected many times and this was the first time he allowed himself to be seen.Key word: Allowed. Andy Giles was toying with us. Showing us time after time that he was there and that he is watching. That at any moment he could break the peace that filled our lives. Envelopes being sent to our house with personal pictures, and now a visit to our house?“How dare he,” my father repeatedly sneered. He scoffed and pulled at the tie that hug around his neck. Fuming and growled, “He will not be getting away this time.” He paced back and forth in front of his office window.I was perplexed. “This time?” I repeated. I stepped closer to my father, who had yet to turn arou
There once was a beautiful woman,who owned the heart of the man she loved.Together they had a beautiful daughter,a child they dearly beloved.When tragedy stuck,the magical tower they lived in fell.The man turned to darkness,but his wife’s pregnant belly grew well.He swore one day that everything will be better,He’d make her smile and write love letters.That however did not come true.For he fell into villainhood and became one too. The first crime he was tasked, was not a success.Because it involved killing a rich man, and then his young wife next.---A/N: *Gasp* So what do you think this poem was trying to say? *Wink Wink* Tell me what you think down in the comments below! Thank you so much for reading and supporting me. I freaking love you guys. You're all awesome!
Ben Bandit P.O.V(Flashback)“Congratulations Mr. & Mrs. Bandit! It’s a boy!” beamed the doctor.We were both at Belle’s doctor’s appointment and today was the day her doctor told us what the gender of our baby was. We didn’t care what gender our child was. All we wished was for our baby to be born a healthy baby, and if complications came; we’d still love them and shower them with bountiful amounts of affection. We love this child very much even though he hasn’t been born yet.A tear slipped out my eye as we saw the doctor point to our baby on the ultrasound. Hearing the heartbeat made everything the more emotional. We made another human being out of love. A child that will be born with a piece of my wife and I. It was still mind-blowing to think that I’m a father now.At first when Belle told me, she and I were both nervous. We both knew we were going to be
Ben Bandit P.O.VWhen the car slammed into our car, they ran into Belle’s side of the car. We were hit so hard; our car ran into a grocery store. Our heads slamming into the car window and momentarily knocking us out.I didn’t wake up until I saw Sam’s face in front of me. He was saying something, but I couldn’t hear him. My ears were ringing and all I could see was his mouth moving. Then like the quietness fading, I finally came too.“Sir! We have to go!” he shouted louder, already unbuckling my seatbelt.I groaned in pain, my whole body felt weak and extremely in pain. I turned to my side and belle was knocked out. My heart dropped and I immediately thought the worse.“Belle,” I called her, my voice horse and body aching from pain.She didn’t respond and tears were pouring out of my eyes.“Belle!” I shouted, trying to wake her up.Her eyes flut
Ben Bandit P.O.V“Belle we need to go.” I exclaimed, grabbing my wife and pulling her away from Annie.Belle looked extremely confused, “What’s wrong?” Annie’s face matched hers and looked confused at my actions as well.I looked at Annie with hate and suspicion in my eyes, “No wonder why the driver of the vehicle looked familiar.” Pushing Belle behind me, “That was her husband, Andrew Dawson. The man that was shooting at us.”Belle’s hand flew to her mouth as she gasped in horror and backed away from Annie. As if the touch of her would burn us.Annie shot up from her seat fiercely shook her head in denial, “Impossible! Okay yes, my husband has changed ever since he lost his job, but he would never do something like killing another person!” She repeated herself, “He would never do that!”I shook my head, still not
Ben Bandit P.O.VWe fought for what felt like forever. I guess that’s how it feels when you’re fighting for your life. When I was able to get the gun out of Andrews hand, he kicked it out of my reach. Annie still watching the quarrel between her husband and I ran for the gun. I turned to see her holding it to us, and Andrew takes that moment of distraction to put me in a guillotine choke hold.“Andrew, we don’t need the money!” cried Annie.“Yes, we do,” he fired back. “I already signed a contract to kill, and if I back out now, bad men will come after us.”“Oh my gosh,” Annie cried in emotional pain.I felt bad for her, but didn’t dwell on that, because I was too busy fighting for my life.“Annie shoot him now!” Andrew screamed to his wife.“We can run away!” Annie pleaded.“They will find us Annie.” And
Joe Bandit P.O.VI let out a breath of air in shock, feeling like I’ve just gotten off an emotional rollercoaster ride. “That’s insane,” I shook my head back and forth at the drama. “She shot him?” I asked, referring to Mrs. Dawson shooting her own husband to save my father.My father nodded, as if the thought still surprised him to this day.“She did it to save an innocent man.” He said in a thankful tone. “If it wasn’t for her, I would be dead. Then who knows how you and your mother would have ended up.”This made me love Mrs. Dawson all the more. Thankful for her sparing my father and letting him live. I can imagine the pain she must have felt, after she shot her husband. When I thought back to the picture that Chasity showed me, you can tell she was genuinely in love with her husband. So to kill the man that you live, for someone else to live because you k