Brendon sat in his office, searching the internet for Richard. He was determined to find him and teach him a lesson, but he knew it would take some time to find his information.
He put his glasses on, then hit the 'search' button, watching as all these pictures of men named Richard pop up.
Brendon rolled his eyes, his leg bouncing up and down as he grew anxious. He was going to find this man, even if it was the last thing he would ever do. Not to mention, Ella was his.
Brendon had stated that multiple times. Just as he began to lose hope, a picture of the boy he saw in the hall popped up. A smirk tugged at his lips as he clicked on the picture.
The picture link took Brendon to a professional website, giving Richard's full name and other facts about him. Brendon sat up, then cleared his throat.
"Richard Daley is the new CEO of the Michigan Casino." Brendon rolled his eyes and sighed, remembering the talk he had with Ella.
"He's a fucking rich bitch, Ella. He's gonna tear you to pieces." His mind went right back to Ella and the night they had just spent together.
She had matured and didn't try to push him away, which made Brendon happy. It was almost as if she had forgotten everything, except she hadn't.
Then again, Ella did have that pure heart of gold, as Brendon would call it. He continued to scroll through the website, reading every little piece of information about Richard.
It was an understatement to say that he was disgusted by every fact that was in there. Even the picture made Brendon get mad.
Oh, how he wanted to punch those pearly, white teeth of his out of his mouth and beat the man to a pulp. What Brendon didn't know, though, was that Ricahrd wasn't like the other men.
Brendon continued looking, hoping for some kind of address of where he could find him. At the very bottom of the page, when Brendon got to that point, he noticed that the website was published by the casino Richard worked at.
As much as he wanted to face Richard, Brendon wasn't going to do it at the casino. That would just be too obvious and he would be caught in a matter of seconds.
That's when Brendon came up with a plan. A devious smirk played at his lips as he picked up his phone, quickly texting Spencer.
When he was done, he leaned back in his chair, thinking about what he was about to do. "We're gonna have some fun, Richard. It might not be fun for you, but it will be for me."
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My Doll
Fanfiction~Sequel to Doll Maker~ It has been two years since Brendon was sent to jail, and Ella couldn't be happier. She had forgotten about the whole situation until one day. With just a simple news report, everything in Ella's world can be sucked right back...
