A/U- Here is chapter NINE! hope you all like how this story is going. Its a slow build up, Yeah I know. But I promise some yummy lemony goodness will be coming up soon-ish. As for my time scheduled for posting and updating- I don't really have one. Its just whenever iv got a new chapter edited and can post it on here. My process is to write out chapters on my laptop when my creativeness sparks my fancy, then once I have the time Ill edit a chapter then post it on here. Some days I may post multiple chapters and other times I may only post one for the week.

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CHAPTER 9

Bellas p.o.v

The room looked exactly the same from when I was here last. Paul and one other big guy had met me on the second floor when the elevator stopped and dinged open. At first I was surprised; Paul was carrying both our duffel bags, one slung over each shoulder while the guy behind him was carrying the rest of our stuff. Right at that point my arms had given out and Paul swiftly caught my baby brother in his arms. He ended up carrying Lucas the rest of the way to the room for me. I was so exhausted I could carry him any longer. Paul placed Lucas on the bed that I had woken up in the last time I was here. I went to lay with him, I crawled in close to my baby brother. Snuggling and breathing in his sweet scent.

I heard rather then watched as Paul walked out of the room of our room after setting our things down next to the dresser. I also heard him locking the door from the outside. This made me frown and worry my lips. I got up and walked over to test the door, just to be sure. Yep. locked inside once more. I sighed loudly and turned around to face the bed, I moved to slid my back against the wall and slumped down to the ground, staring at the bed and the little human that lay under the warm cozy covers.

"I'm so sorry. I'm not doing a very good job at taking care of us am I?" I don't know who I was apologizing to really. Maybe a combination of Lucas, my parents, Angela and myself. I knew it would be difficult. I knew we would struggle. But I never; in my wildest fucking dreams could imagine the situation I found myself in right now.

A knock on the door brought me out of my inner thoughts. Startling, I scramble off and away from the wall crawling half way to get closer to the bed then lunging myself to stand up. Why do they even bother with knocking when it is locked from the outside? It's not like I can open it for them. Dumb asses. I rolled my eyes.

"Its Paul. May I come in?" My eyes roll on their own volition. How ludicrous, again it's not like I really have a choice! but I sigh and answer anyway.

"Yeah, come in." Paul pokes his head in before entering the room fully, two trays of food in his hands.

"Sam thought you would be hungry. Lucas too, when he wakes up." He set the trays on the foot of the big bed then does an about face and saunters out the door. Truth is, I was starved. I hadn't eaten since the day before. Angela had been making dinner while I was showering and then they came in and knocked her and Lucas out. Fatigue overtook my body at that moment; the day's events finally taking its emotional and physical toll on me, I slowly crawled over to my tray and lifted the lid. A humorless laugh escapes my lips when I see two Turkey and cheese Sandwiches; Grapes, apple slices and some plain kettle chips accompanied them.

Being as gentle as possible I sat next to Lucas, looking over his peaceful sleeping face. He had no idea what was going on and I was going to try and keep it that way. I didn't want him knowing we were being held here against our will. Maybe if I made a deal with Sam; to do whatever he wanted, willingly, that he would treat Lucas good and promise that nothing would be done to him that was inappropriate or harmful. I didn't want Lucas damaged, emotionally or physically. I was working hard to keep his innocence intact.

As if no cue, Lucas starts to stir. A small smile of relief crosses my features. I was starting to get worried with how long he had been out cold.

"Lucas, wake up kiddo, dinner is ready." I talk softly as I run my fingers through his hair gently. He really needed a haircut. Maybe there is a pair of cheers in the bathroom I can use to cut his hair. I had been cutting Lucas's and dad's hair since before I can remember.

"Bella?" His voice sounded so fragile and a little dry. His eyes flutter open looking up at me, then starts to look around. I can see the panic start to form in his eyes, waking up in a totally different place than our safe living room back home.

"Hey, Hey hey. It's ok baby. Look at me." I scoop him up into my arms; holding him tight, swaying back and forth while kissing his head. "It's ok baby, I'm right here. We are staying with some friends. We may be here for awhile hun,

Okay. So I want you to be a good little man ok." I lean back to see what his face looks like.

"Where is Angie, Bella?" Crap, I didn't even think about how I would explain where she was. I brush the hair off his forehead and help him move off my lap to sit next to me.

"Angie is watching over the house for us. LuLu, we may end up staying here for a long long time so I asked Angie to take care of momma and daddys house while we lived somewhere else, ok." I say, pulling the tray of food in between us. I pick a grape up and pop it in my mouth. Smiling down at him, chewing. I wish I could tell him the truth but that was never going to happen. I wouldn't let this ruin his young life.

He seems to agree with what I told him and accepted our situation. We eat in silence. I still leave my sandwich untouched. Smirking at it, just knowing it would piss Sam off even more.

"So do I get my own room? I want one with a big window with lots of super heroes flying around and lots of stars on the ceiling." He says, taking a big bite out of his sandwich, as he looks up at me with happiness and hope in them. A sad smile curves my mouth. I want to tell him that I can't decide that. But I don't. Instead, I shrug teasingly and pick up the bag of chips opening them and tossing one back to munch away on. It surprised me that they had my favorite type of chips and fruit, also come to think of it, Turkey sandwiches were my fav too.

And all the suggestions as a replacement for being "allergic" were all my favorites as well. This was really weird. Had Sam known that or was it just a coincidence. Maybe he or his men had been stalking me far longer than I had originally figured.

Once I had my fill of chips and fruit, and Lucas had sat back with a sigh and holding his juice box sipping it contentedly. I chuckle and get up slowly. Lucas looks up at me.

"Come on kiddo I wanna show you something." I say, grabbing his hand and scooting him off the bed. We walk over to the sliding glass door to the balcony. The fresh air is crisp and refreshing as we step outside.

"Woah!" He's eyes grow big and light up like it was Christmas day. His clever eyes scanned over the large forest rolling and flowing, then he turned to the left and noticed the little creek and bridge.

"Can we build a fort over there Bella." He asks pointing to the big tree next to the bubbling creek. It was definitely big enough to build a nice sized tree-house on the top of the branches that hung over the water. I smiled. He was starting to bounce up and down in excitement and I laughed a little at him. But before I can respond, a deep voice cuts me off.

"Actually, we have a tree house already built. If you would like, my friend Paul can take you to check it out?" My head snapped to see Sam casually leaning on the jam of the sliding glass door watching us, Paul a little behind him smirking. It kinda ticked me off at how smug they looked at my startled expanse.

Lucas, also getting startled (the sudden appearance of two really huge grown men would scare any little kid) step behind me; His little arms wrapped tightly around one of my upper thighs and squeezed as tightly to me as he could-almost burrowing his face in my butt. If he wasn't my little baby brother I would have felt weird by it but it was just his way of feeling secure and safe. Instinct typically tells us to hide in or under their mother for protection and that is just what LuLu was doing. I shifted a little from one foot to the other then moved my hand behind me to lay it on gently behind his head. I started to softly scratch my nails through his hair lightly, hoping it comforts him. But he still just pressed his face further into my lower back/jean clad bottom. I let out a little chuckle and shrugged up at the two men.

"I would like to talk to you alone, please." Say's Sam while he looks from Lucas to me. His words were not a question or statement, but more of a demand. Has he come to discuss with me what exactly my role was here and what I supposed to be doing or why the fuck he did all this to began with? A shudder runs through me as to what that all entails, but I know whatever it is I will do any of it all for Lucas's safety.

"Promise to keep him safe." I demand. Looking past Sam and at Paul, directing my statement to him and he nods his head to my request.

"He will come back to me once I get back." It was also a statement not a question and I aimed it right at Sam.

"As soon as we are done talking he'll come running right back into your arms. That is, if Paul can pull him out of that tree fort out back I mentioned." He chuckles at his own joke. I tried to hide how nice his laugh sounded, how it made me flush with warmth and settle in my lower belly. Sighing, I look down, lifting my arm up and twisting my upper torso to look down at Lucas. I contemplated things a little then pulled him a little out so I could squat down to his level and gauge his reactions.

"Do you want to do some exploring and see the tree-fort, yeah?" He gives me a shy smile and nods his head, I smile. "Then go ahead and have a fun time baby. They're not gonna hurt ya kiddo. I promise.'' I threw a look over my shoulder as I spoke to Paul that said, If Lucas comes back to me with one hair out of place or unaccounted for scratch, I would make it so he never was able to have any offspring).

Based on how big Paul's eyes got and the audible swallowing sound he made, my point was met. Sam laughed out loud but quickly covered it with a cough behind his fist. I glare up at him. Then turn back to my little brother.

"I bet if you asked Mr. Paul he would be willing to race you down to the elevators and down out to the back yard." I whisper in his ear. A wide smile spread on Lucas's face and I knew that had done the trick. Once racing got involved he was totally up for anything. Lucas looked up at Paul speculatively then back down to me, still sitting in front of him, then right back over to Paul. He turns and cups his hand around my left ear and whispers. "He looks like he'd lose to a turtle."

I can't help the laugh that erupts from my mouth. I was so caught off guard by my little brothers comment. It was cute and totally ridiculous to think my little 40 pound baby brother was trying to intimidate Paul, who was probably over 260 pounds and well over 6 foot tall. A more joyful laugh roared up and burst through my mouth once more. I couldn't help it. I ruffle Luke's hair and stand back up.

When Paul loudly snorts and Sam starts to laugh a rich belly laugh. I jump, forgetting they were there for a split second. I eyed them suspiciously. They couldn't have heard Luke whisper to me from all the way over here, could they?

Lucas walks over to Paul, giving me one last wave then reaches up and tugs Paul's shirt, indicating to wanting Paul to squat. Paul obliges him and leans down, his eyes widen then gasped. And whispers back into Lucas's ear earning a giggle from my brother. Paul rises up and goes into an instant 'waiting and ready' stance then starts to count to three and Lucas takes off like a rocket. Paul looks over at Sam then me and shakes his head, trotting after my brother. I stare wide eyed in shock. Paul looked totally at ease with my baby brother. Id even venture a guess and say he was actually enjoying spending time with the little guy.

When my brain starts working again I shout out to Luke "behave LuLu, watch where you're going." I'm rewarded with a yelled back "Okay." causing a lighthearted laugh to come from me.

Sam didn't take his eyes off me as we stood silently until the door to the elevators dinged and then closed behind them. With each passing minute my heart beat a little faster and louder. Slowly Sam started to take slow cautious steps toward me, like he was approaching a starved, aggressive stray dog. His eyes held mine and soon we were standing close, chest's almost touching.

Can he hear my heart beating out of my chest? Does he know that he affects me so strongly and that I'm really scared because of those strong feelings. I flinch a little when he raises his hand and runs his thumb across my cheek. I can see the hurt flash in his eyes at my reaction, but I couldn't help it. The man kidnapped me for fuck sake. It would stupid not to anticipate physical retaliation. I was just preparing myself for the blows.

"Kitten, I'd never hurt you. I physically can't. So please don't ever flinch away from me." His eyes hold mine. I can see the pleading in them for me to understand what he says.

"Whatever you want, I'll do. Just leave Lucas out of it. Please don't let him see any of the beatings or inappropriate stuff ok. Please just let me give him a good normal life and I'll do whatever you want." I say. My voice wobbles a little but overall I say it with absolute resolve. Tears flowing down my cheeks.

"I just want you, Kitten." His hand on my cheek and eyes boring into mine.