LMDC Chapter Fourteen Update on AO3
LMDC Chapter Fourteen Update on STARS
LMDC Chapter Fourteen Update on FFn
We left Peoria around the time we were supposed to take to
the stage at the Civic Center. We arrived in Chicago a little before nine,
pulling into the W Hotel on Lakeshore Drive. Edward and I weren’t staying there,
but the rest of the crew and the band were going to stay at the hotel. We were
going to be using the week and spending it at a brownstone Edward purchased on
a whim. It was near where he used to live when he was child. With his
strengthening relationship with his biological father, he wanted a place in
Chicago.
However, us staying in the brownstone was a huge point of
contention. There was no protection and extra security measures. I mean, we had
a security system, but it wasn’t as safe as staying in a hotel, with Pandora
roaming the hallways. We did come up with a compromise. Ryan was going to stay
in our guest room and we were going to remain armed, at all times.
Senior was waiting for us at the hotel upon our arrival. He
was concerned, hugging both of us tightly. “I saw your statement. Are you
okay?” he asked me, looking at me with a warmth that I swore I’d never thought
I’d see from Senior. A far cry from the man I met almost six years ago, who
scared the shit out of me when we first met. “Tell me everything.”
“We will, Senior,” Edward said, his arm wrapped around my
waist. “Just in the privacy of our own home.” I went to open my mouth but
Edward shook his head. “No, baby. You’re on complete vocal rest.” I wrinkled my
nose, nodding.
Even though, it was a lie.
With hugs and kisses from Jasper, Emmett, Alice, Nia and
Kellan, we got into the SUV with Senior and Ryan. Senior drove us to the house,
his brows furrowed. “Okay, what’s going on? You said to me that it would take
an act of God to cancel a concert.”
“It was damn close to an act of God,” Edward growled. “There
was a bomb threat at the Peoria Civic Center.”
“What?” Senior barked. “So, Bella is okay? She’s not under a
doctor’s care?”
“I’m fine. I am suffering from vocal fatigue, but it’s
nowhere as severe as Edward’s statement made it out to be,” I answered. “We had
to come up with a valid reason to cancel the concert, but we didn’t want the
public to know the real reason.”
“Please tell me that you have the authorities involved,”
Senior said, looking back at us and giving a side glance to our bodyguard.
“Ryan?”
“The FBI are involved,” Ryan grunted. “And Homeland, too.
The stalker threatened the public. That’s an act of terrorism. Whoever is doing
this is going to get in a shitload of trouble.” He blinked back at us. “Agent
Torres will probably want to talk to you. He’ll be here at some point tomorrow
after he’s had a chance to look at the letter, sending it to forensics.”
“Did they find a bomb?” Senior asked. “In the Civic Center?”
“No, but they’re still searching. They’ve moved to the
convention center,” Edward answered. “It’s a huge facility, Senior.”
“With this threat, could you have even attempted to have
your concert?” Senior whispered, his voice strained. “Edward, you should … this
is getting very, very dangerous. Cancel the rest of the tour?”
“Senior … Dad, we can’t. Twilight Records has put a lot of
money into this tour,” Edward sighed, tugging on his hair. “We’ve got a private
security team. With the threat, local authorities and the FBI have been made
aware of the situation. We’re doing everything in our power to ensure the
safety of our fans, of our family.”
“We’re not going to roll over and cower, Senior,” I said. “I
did that when I was stalked by my ex-boyfriend. I lived in fear and I lost a
good chunk of my life – two years because of my fear of living because of
Jacob’s infatuation with me. I hid behind my fears. Yes, this is on a larger
scale, but I’m not going to hide. We’re not going to hide.”
Edward's Greystone
Inspiration for Breaking Midnight's Photoshoot
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