Billionaire Bachelors 6 ; Runaway Heiress(13)

"Over my dead body," Bree shouted.

"You're not going to be acting so tough when some maniac knocks you over the head and drags you away," Charlie said, speaking up for the first time in a while.




 

 

"That's not going to happen. You all need to settle down. I've agreed to let Chad stick around, so cool your jets."

"Your stubbornness is going to get you in too much trouble one of these times," Max stated.

"I'm trying to have a normal life. I don't think I'm asking for too much. Give me a chance to live a little, then I'll be the good little girl and come home. I will make sure to get nice and pregnant, run around the house barefoot and serve you all," Bree said with sarcasm, but real pain was in her voice too. She needed them to trust her  –  to let her live.

Max was the first to cave. He couldn't stand seeing his sister hurting. He got up from the table and pulled her from the chair so he could hug her.

"You know we just love you too much to ever let anything bad happen to you, right?"

"I know," she conceded.

"Since you've agreed to let Chad stick around, we'll back off. But, we would all feel much better if you'd just come home. I promise to even back off if you do."

"I know you'd try, but it would be impossible for you. Just give me a little while to see what it's like to make it on my own. I promise if the situation takes a change for the worse, or if I really do feel threatened, I'll come home. I barely got here, though. I need more time." Bree didn't want to upset her family so she was willing to make some concessions, especially when they were being reasonable instead of threatening or trying to exert their will on her.

"I don't like it, but I'll agree. We all love you, and you know there isn't anything we won't do for you," Trenton spoke up. "We'll take off for now, but remember, we're only a phone call away. You know, barefoot and serving me drinks is good enough. There's no need to get pregnant," he finished in an attempt to make her smile. It worked, as he knew it would. Her brother was one of the good guys, he just had to learn she was grown-up, not the little five year old sister in pigtails, anymore.

"I thought the plan was to drag her back, even if she was kicking and screaming," Charlie protested. Chad shot him a glare.

"Bree's an adult. I think she made a valid point," Chad said.

"We'll let Dad know you're all right," Max said.

"I'll try to keep him from camping on your doorstep," Trenton added.

"Jessica said you can stay at our place anytime. She also told me to tell you that she'd keep all of us ridiculously over-zealous guys away from you. Her words, not mine," Alex stated with a sheepish smile.

"Tell Jessica I'll think about that. Now, get out of here. I love you all," she said, relaxing since she knew she'd won a small victory. She also knew it wouldn't last. They'd go home and immediately begin worrying over the break-in, then they'd be back again, trying to get her home. She should get at least a week or two of peace, though. 

Chapter Four

Chad paced the small house from one side to the other but felt like punching out a window instead. He only made it about six steps before he reached one end and had to turn around again.

Bree's family had left a couple hours ago and she was still hiding in her room, where she'd rushed as soon as the front door had closed.

He didn't want to pressure her but he knew she needed to talk. They hadn't had a chance to discuss the kiss that had almost gotten out of hand. They also needed to discuss the living situation. He didn't like the poor security of her house and felt he could do a much better job of protecting her in a more secure location. She was too easily ambushed where she lived but convincing her to leave wasn't going to be an easy task.

He approached her door and listened, feeling like a peeping-tom. Finally, he knocked but there wasn't an answer. He started to worry so he opened the door and peeked his head in, knowing she'd be furious with him, but willing to take the risk. Seeing her sitting on the bed with her head in her hands, looking defeated wasn't what he wanted. The creaking of the door hinges quickly brought her head up and she composed her face, but it was too late, he'd seen the grief, and he wanted to make it right.

"I told you I need to be alone for a while," she snapped.

He took a relaxing breath before stepping inside her tiny space. He tried to avoid the fact that they were alone in her small room. She looked so enticing sitting on top of her purple bedspread.

She tried to keep her glare centered on him but he could see the fear behind her bravado. She was frustrated and didn't want to run home, but her family had brought more worry to the forefront of her mind. He sat down to comfort her. She flinched when he reached his hand out.