I’m Getting Married 17

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Seduction of my Mafia Stepbrother

Chapter 17 Whispers of Homecoming

I found some apartment. rental ads online and decided to check out a places near the hospital. But man, league.

the prices were way out of my

Even a tiny one–bedroom was going for at least $2000 a month. No way could swing that on my own right now,

And I didn’t know anyone in LA, so finding a place to cinsh or someone split rent with? Yeah, not happening.

is run–down four–story

It was pitch black by the time I was driving through this old neighbord. Finally, I spotted a neon sign on this building that said, “TOR RENT.”

1 parked and thought, what the hell, might as well give it a shot.

As I got closer. I saw the walls were peeling like crazy. Under the dim streetlights, the yellowish walls looked nasty. I walked in and found the reception room, where this fat dude was munching on chips and watching TV.

“Excuse me, do you happen to have any vacant apartments available for rent?” I asked politely.

“Only got a basement unit. Utilities included, no internet or TV.”

“How big? How much?”

500 square feet, one bed, one bath, $800 a month.”

Was it under a grand? That was the cheapest deal I had seen all

all night.

It was a basement, though… no sunlight ever. But hey, I would be at the hospital all day anyway. 500 square feet, that was enough space.

And it was just a 15–minute drive to the hospital. My heart raced; it was perfect.

Finally, I wouldn’t have to crash in my car or a shelter tonight. No more dealing with Julia’s scowling face.

So I made the quick decision. “Alright, I’ll take it! Let’s sign the lease.”

After lugging all my stuff into this so–called apartinent, my mood tanked.

The place was still super dark even with the lights on. Everything was my,

, and th

the old wooden furniture smelled damp and rotten.

I sighed, sat on a chair, and put my hand on the table in front of me, but the table wobbled and tilted. One of the legs was broken and held together with tape.

The mattress was filthy and smelled awful. I reluctantly lay down but fet super uncomfortable. What the bell did the last person do on this mattress?!

I tried to cheer myself up, thinking. “It’s okay, in a few months, when I have some extra cash, I’ll get a new mattress! And a nice floor lamp, and some cool curtains.”

Even though the only window faced the street. No view at all.

I wanted a hot shower to relax, but there was no hot water.

went to find the fat dude on the first floor, and he just said, “Call the plumber tomorrow. No hot water tonight.”

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Chapter 17 Whispers of Homecoming

So I had to wash my face and bhish my teeth with cold water, I was so red, I crashed on the lumpy mattress.

In the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of hurried footsteps and loud fighting outside the window. I heard walls and screams

100.

When I listened closely and realized what might be going down on the reel, I was terrified. Trembling, I clutched the blanket tightly, listening to the streams that were so close.

The footsteps eventually faded, but the wailing kept going. Was someone hurt? I cautiously crept to the window, thinking about peeking out, but then a gunshot rang out, I jumped and scrambled back to bed.

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With trembling hands, I called the fat man. His number was on the lease. He picked up sounding groggy, clearly just woken up.

“Um, did you hear all that commotion and gunfire outside too? Should we call the cops?” I asked.

“Miss, I wasn’t woken up by the gunshots, but by your call! And trust my calling the cops is a bad idea; it’ll keep us up all night. You sure you wanna do that?” the gay suggested

“But, but I’m pretty sure someone out there is hurt and needs help. We should call 911.” I wanted to call 911, but didn’t even know the exact address of this place.

“Miss, don’t you know where you are? We’re in East LA” And with that, he hung up

East LA, the crime capital of LA, according to the news.

Oh, great, just my luck.

I lay back down, telling myself over and over. This is just temporary. I can save up for a better place. For now, I just need a place to crash,

ven if it’s Last LA.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt surprisingly energetic. Despite the crappy apartment, I was in high spirits because it was Sunday!

Tomorrow was my first day at work. I was stoked.

I opened the curtains, but it didn’t make a difference since it was a basement. I smiled wryly, wishing I lived somewhere I could see the

sunrise.

I whipped up a simple breakfast and then headed out to buy some essentials and food.

As I stepped out, the bright sunlight hit me, and my vision went white. Once I adjusted, I took a good look at the street. It was rundown, dirty, and chaotic. A few shops were opening up, looking like grocery stores or laundromats

A few guys walked by, giving me lewd looks.

I quickly put on my sunglasses and a baseball cap.

Suddenly, I remembered the terrifying sounds from last night and instinctively walked to the street in front of the building to check it

There were shards of glass and pieces of clothing on the ground, along with a pool of blood.

The blood had turned black, almost blending with the dark road. Next to it, drops of blood trailed off into the distance, like breadcrumbs left by a lost child. The trail disappeared about 150 feet away.