Free Web NovelChapter 107: Who shot him?
He turned and headed to the kitchen. "Follow me," he ordered as he walked away.
"Why are you going there?" I asked, running after him. He didn’t respond until we reached the kitchen.
He sat down on one of the kitchen stools. "You said you didn’t have breakfast; eat."
"No, I can’t eat this late. I’ll go to bed for now and eat later."
"Are you sure you don’t want to eat?"
"I want to eat, but it’s late."
"Then eat."
"Should I?"
"You won’t be comfortable if you go to bed on an empty stomach."
"You’re right, I’ll call one of the maids and..." I started to leave, but he stopped me.
"Do not disturb the workers. You can make cereal, have a cup of milk, or something quick and light." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"Oh, you’re right, I should do that." I smiled and returned to the kitchen.
I made a warm cup of milk and had it with two slices of bread. After I finished, we went upstairs.
"Take care of yourself. Goodnight," I said politely once we were near my room. He didn’t say a word and only watched as I left for my room.
I got to my room, went straight to bed, and fell asleep. I woke up when I felt movement beside me. Opening my eyes, I saw who it was.
"Cooper," I flinched and moved back. What is he doing in my room? Why is he on my bed?
"Cooper," I called again, whispering, but he didn’t respond and only continued sleeping.
He reeks of alcohol. When did he get home?
"Cooper," I gently tapped him.
"Cooper, wake up," I said, continuing to call him until he stirred.
"Amera?" He called, groaning as he forced his eyes open.
"Cooper, what are you doing here?" I asked, sitting up in bed.
"Where?" he asked.
"You’re in my room. When did you get in?"
"In your room?" He frowned and slowly sat up. He looked around, and after confirming it was my room, he facepalmed.
"I must have missed my way because I missed you," he sighed.
"When did you get home last night?"
"I can’t remember, but I left the club at dawn," he said.
"You were at the club all night?"
"Yeah."
"You don’t know about Bryce’s condition?"
"What condition?"
"He was shot."
"What?" he exclaimed.
"He was shot," I repeated. "He returned early and also called the doctor to the house. I met him."
"When did this happen?"
"I don’t know the exact time, but I got home around 7:00 pm and met the doctor."
"Oh, I need to see him," he said, getting to his feet.
"So, you don’t know anything about it?"
"I don’t. He might have texted, but..." He reached into his pockets and retrieved his phone. After scrolling through it, he exhaled. "He didn’t text. I’ll go to him and find out what happened."
"Will you tell me after you find out?" I asked.
"What?"
"Bryce won’t tell me; he’s keeping his mouth shut. Can you tell me? I’m curious to know what happened to him," I begged.
"He must have a reason for keeping it from you. Stay out of it."
"I’m responsible for you guys, though," I muttered.
"You?" He chuckled.
"Is it funny? I’m responsible for you."
He drew closer and ruffled my hair. "Get dressed and come down for breakfast," he said with a smirk, then left the room.
Why is he treating me like a baby? I did not lie. I am responsible for them. All of them.
I got off the bed, went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and left. I went down to the dining room, and from the entrance, I saw Parker and Gavin. Bryce and Cooper were nowhere to be found. They must be in Bryce’s room.
I’ll find out. I turned and went upstairs. I ran straight to Bryce’s room, and from the door, I listened to their conversation.
"He must be out of his mind. How dare he?" Cooper’s furious voice came through.
"Do you plan to leave him? Shouldn’t you teach him a lesson?" Cooper groaned, sounding very frustrated.
"He’s just a kid. What does he know? He should be begging to learn from you."
He groaned. "I am so pissed. Are you sure you won’t do anything to him? Is it appropriate to let him do this?"
What is Cooper talking about? Who is he talking about? I leaned closer to the door.
"Brown, come on. Neither of us has stabbed each other in the back so far. Doesn’t he know the rules? Didn’t the bastard read the code and conduct book?"
"He’s not a bastard; he’s your brother," Bryce’s voice came in.
"I don’t care who he is. He just stabbed us in the back."
"He didn’t undergo training with us. Did you forget?"
"Is that why you let him shoot you? You can be very annoying at times, annoying and stupid."
"Cooper!" Bryce called, his voice full of warning.
"I’m out. Do whatever you wish. Let him duck your head into the ocean and drown you. I don’t care," Cooper growled, stamping his feet. The sound of something shattering followed, startling me.
Footsteps drew closer to the door, and it opened. Cooper stood before me, anger evident in his eyes, but his expression softened a moment later.
He closed the door behind him and came closer. "Were you eavesdropping?" he murmured.
"No, I came to check up on him. I didn’t see you guys in the dining room and thought I’d come here."
"So you were listening to our conversation?"
"I wasn’t."
"You were," he argued. I pressed my lips together.
"Yeah, you’re right, but I didn’t understand a thing you said. I heard a few things, but I can’t put the pieces together; I’m as confused as ever. Why don’t you explain it to me?"
He smirked. "Let’s just go down, eat, and go to school."
"What about Bryce?" I asked.
"He will not be joining us today; he’s tired."
"Oh, but can I see him?"
"No, not now. Go to him later. Let’s go." He held my hand and led me away.
On our way, I felt tempted to ask about the sound I heard earlier, but I bit my lips and held back.
He doesn’t want me to see Bryce. Why? freewebnσvel.cøm
What went on? What were they arguing about? Wait, I think I know. They were arguing about a boy who shot Bryce.
According to Cooper, Bryce let the guy shoot him. But why? Does he not value his life?
I support Cooper. Bryce can be annoying and stupid at times.
But who was the guy who shot him, though? Too many questions, and no one to answer them.
We arrived at the dining room, and breakfast was served. We ate in silence, and after breakfast, I returned to Bryce’s room.
I got to his door and knocked.
"Come in, Amera," he called. I twisted the doorknob and went in.
"How did you know it was me?" I asked.
"You’re the only one who knocks," he answered.
The others don’t knock?
"What are you doing?" I asked as I watched him dress his wound. Why is he dressing it himself? Shouldn’t a qualified doctor do this? And isn’t it too early?
Bryce didn’t respond; he kept dressing his wound until he was done.
"Does it hurt?" I murmured.
Bryce rose to his feet and went to his bed. He lay down. "Have you ever been shot?" he asked.
"Shot? No."
"Find out about receiving a bullet," he groaned. I frowned.
Is it too difficult to admit that it hurts? He can be annoying most of the time.
I sat on the sofa and fixed my gaze on him.
"Don’t you have classes to attend today?"
"I do, but I’m more concerned about you."
"You don’t need to be. I told you, I’m used to this."
"Just because you asked doesn’t mean I’ll listen; I can’t control how I feel," I murmured.
He closed his eyes and relaxed on his bed.
"It’s my first time seeing you home on a workday," I chuckled.
"I’d rather be at work," he sighed.
"So, why are you here?"
"They didn’t let me go."
"They didn’t? Who?"
"Your mates," he revealed.
My mates? Is he referring to his brothers? They didn’t let him go to his office? Strange.
"When did my mates start controlling you?" I huffed.
"Tell me about it."
"Wait, are you serious? The others didn’t let you leave the house?"
"Hmm."
Interesting. I didn’t know that Bryce could also be controlled. This is very interesting.
I suppressed my laugh. "Alright, you’re now a stay-at-home mom. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day." I smiled and stood up.
"I’ll dress up and head to school now," I said, walking to the door. "Before I leave, is there anything you need to say?" I asked.
He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Is everything okay at school?"
"School?" I frowned. Why is he asking about school? Does he know something?
"School... Everything... Everything is fine. Why do you ask?" I stammered, nervous. I don’t want him to find out about Ryan. He cannot.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I am sure; why do you ask?"
"If you need help, you can tell me, and I’ll take action."
"He’ll take action?"
"No... Thank you for your offer, but I don’t need it. I’ll solve my problems myself. You don’t have to concern yourself with it."
"If you say so," he said, closing his eyes.
"I’ll take my leave now." I closed the door and began to head to my room, but halfway, I changed my mind and went back to his room.
"I need your help," I said.
