CHARLIE
Thirty minutes earlier
A series of scorching, shallow breaths scratched my throat and windpipe, barely touching my lungs. I definitely wasn't as strong as Kastor said I was. I felt as if I could break apart at any second, and it apparently didn't take much to break me. Leaving me alone, chained to the bed for hours, was more than enough for panic to burst out. I couldn't stand waiting for the unknown, waiting to be raped, beaten, strangled, or God knew what else with no way to defend myself, no way to escape...
My mouth was dry, and my stomach growled. The adrenaline kept my system satiated, but now even the hormones weren't enough to restrain my body's natural needs. I was so damn tired and terrified, I could imagine myself begging to be freed. The helplessness I felt was able to easily drive me to insanity.
The brief relief that came with Kastor leaving the room just after Christopher's corpse had been removed was long gone. Now I kept staring a
Six months later I shifted slightly and felt the pair of strong arms tighten around me. A smile formed on my lips, and I debated whether or not I should open my eyes. A gentle kiss caressed the nape of my neck, and another landed on the side, an inch away from my pulse. A pleasant shiver coursed through my body, and my smile widened. The plush lips moved lower, leaving a searing trail leading to the crook of my neck. I gasped and heard the deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. I would never get tired of this. It was my favorite way to wake up. Twisting my body slowly, I turned around without freeing myself from Aiden's embrace until I could dive into the perfect blue of his irises. "I love you," I whispered. His lips were on mine in less than a second. His tongue darted out, expertly entering me with lush licks. He pushed me to my back, knocking the air out of my lungs as he moved on top of me. "You wear too many clothes," he grunted, breaking the kiss. I raised a brow. "I wear a nig
Countless all-nighters spent by the books, countless hours spent on learning law, economy, and politics, and here I was—sitting on a freaking tree in the middle of the night. After years of dreaming of becoming an investigative journalist, I—Charlotte Madison—was now forced to turn into a pervert while hunting for scandalous pictures of the new-rising actress Angelica Butterfly. She was suspected of dating congressmen, and getting a picture of her and any known politician was my current assignment. It was the hot stuff that my editor-in-chief would kill for, and he would definitely kill me if I didn't get him what he wanted. Certainly, this so-called assignment was wrong in more ways than I could count, not to mention that I was violating close to a dozen legal rules. Unfortunately, for my bosses at the Bombshell News—one of the worst New York tabloids—the law was meaningless while sales meant everything. Since I sucked at invading other people's privacy, this crappy task was my fina
I didn't remember driving back to New York City's Washington Heights until I found myself opening the door to the apartment I rented with my bestie, Emily. She leaped to the corridor as soon as I turned on the lights, and I saw her welcoming grin slowly fading as she scanned my most likely translucent face. She was wearing a pink tee and shorts—her favorite pajama-like outfit. She had her blond curls tied in a messy bun on top of her head. It was obvious that she stayed up late waiting for me. Usually, I would tell her everything the second I opened the door, but right now, I couldn't find my voice. I stared at her silently for a while, most likely increasing her concern beyond bearable limits. Question marks painted her expression. "Did you get caught?" I shoved off my sneakers and shook my head. She stepped closer, her eyes squinting at me. "Did the bitch show up?" I nodded, slowly pulling the hoodie over my head. "Was she alone?" She rubbed her hands together, awaiting an enter
Naturally, we weren't invited to the funeral reception. Instead, we planned a little reception for the three of us in my and Emily's apartment. We sat on the carpet, drinking wine, eating pizza and snacks, and reminiscing about Julienne. She should have been here with us. This wasn't supposed to be like this. Julienne wanted to be a respectful businesswoman; I was supposed to work hard to get my Pulitzer Prize; and Bastian... Well, he was the only one on the right track to make his dreams come true. Who would have thought that this skinny guy with always ruffled dark-blond hair and stormy-gray eyes would one day become a fine man? I couldn't help but stare at his bulging biceps as he folded his arms while talking to Emily. His shoulders grew broad and strong, and I could only imagine what the rest of his body under that tight black shirt looked like. Damn. I needed to snap out of it before the combination of wine and hormones made me do something incredibly stupid. "I can't believe t
I certainly did not want to see Aiden Hart again. Ever again, if possible. Men like him meant trouble, and my heart and mind—and unsatisfied lady parts—were not immune to such a high level of devilishness. Well, I was a girl with a few serious issues. The fact that the last time I had sex was four years ago, and the last time I had good sex was... never, wasn't helping. I developed a chronic state of horniness—a lethal disease I invented—and I could feel that I didn't have much time left before ending my life with a grand explosion. Meeting Aiden Hart up close might have sped up the whole process by ten thousand folds, meaning I could die standing in front of him. "Relax! I was joking!" Emily patted my tensed shoulder. "As far as I know, Aiden doesn't even work in New York City." I rubbed my chest, calming my frantically throbbing heart. "Don't scare me like this!" I groaned. Thankfully, the boss I would work for was old, intelligent, and respectful. I would never have agreed to this
While Bastian and Emily worked on my perfect job application, I studied everything related to Hart Global Corporation. As soon as I finished that part, I had to work on making my undercover identity reliable… "Law sucks!" I groaned, tossing one of Emily's old books as if I were trying to chase away a bad omen. "Do you actually understand any of it?" I asked her, and she laughed. "These are the basic paragraphs you learn during the first year. It's for you to memorize, not to understand," she explained. "You're kidding, right?" Bastian and I turned out to be quite unanimous in that matter. She snorted. "Hey, don't give me that look as if I murdered a puppy. It only makes sense once you memorize enough of them." I glared at her. "Are you trying to tell me that I will have to memorize your entire studies just to build myself a believable cover?!" She shrugged. "Your fake diploma doesn't say that you graduated with honors. If you don't know something, you can always laugh and tell th
My request forced me to tell Bastian most of the details of the night when I sat on the tree, stalking Angelica Butterfly. I cautiously entered the quietest corner of the corridor I could find and described my unfortunate situation. Certainly, I told Bastian that it wasn't my idea in the first place and that I was only doing it for the sake of keeping my lousy job… which I eventually failed to keep anyway. "Fine, I get it," he said once I finished explaining, "but are you fucking crazy?!" I frowned, feeling that I needed to, even if he couldn't see it through the phone. "Did you miss the part where I said that it wasn't my idea?!" He groaned. "Did you have to stalk the son of the guy you are going to work for?!" "I didn't stalk him!" I snapped… and quickly realized that I was drawing too much attention from employees who passed by the area where I stood. "I couldn't possibly predict any of this, so back off," I grunted, lowering my voice. Bastian sighed. "Charlie, promise me that
My next day's preparation for work began at five o'clock in the morning. It didn't bother me; I couldn't sleep anyway. After filling my stomach with an extreme amount of caffeine, I was ready to begin my first-ever undercover assignment… or so I thought. I hated skirts. Why did I have to wear a skirt to work? I also hated wearing heels, but these three-inch monsters were currently bending my inexperienced feet at awkward and uncomfortable angles. My fisted-into-balls hands were hidden in the long sleeves of my well-tailored navy blazer, which also wasn't something I usually wore. My back had never been more straightened, nor had my chin been raised higher. Without a doubt, if stiffness had been a sport, I would have set a new world record with every step I took. A few rushed heartbeats later, I stood in front of one of the most impressive New York City skyscrapers, questioning my sanity, but it was too late to change my mind. I inched to the side and looked at my reflection in the mi
Six months later I shifted slightly and felt the pair of strong arms tighten around me. A smile formed on my lips, and I debated whether or not I should open my eyes. A gentle kiss caressed the nape of my neck, and another landed on the side, an inch away from my pulse. A pleasant shiver coursed through my body, and my smile widened. The plush lips moved lower, leaving a searing trail leading to the crook of my neck. I gasped and heard the deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. I would never get tired of this. It was my favorite way to wake up. Twisting my body slowly, I turned around without freeing myself from Aiden's embrace until I could dive into the perfect blue of his irises. "I love you," I whispered. His lips were on mine in less than a second. His tongue darted out, expertly entering me with lush licks. He pushed me to my back, knocking the air out of my lungs as he moved on top of me. "You wear too many clothes," he grunted, breaking the kiss. I raised a brow. "I wear a nig
CHARLIEThirty minutes earlierA series of scorching, shallow breaths scratched my throat and windpipe, barely touching my lungs. I definitely wasn't as strong as Kastor said I was. I felt as if I could break apart at any second, and it apparently didn't take much to break me. Leaving me alone, chained to the bed for hours, was more than enough for panic to burst out. I couldn't stand waiting for the unknown, waiting to be raped, beaten, strangled, or God knew what else with no way to defend myself, no way to escape...My mouth was dry, and my stomach growled. The adrenaline kept my system satiated, but now even the hormones weren't enough to restrain my body's natural needs. I was so damn tired and terrified, I could imagine myself begging to be freed. The helplessness I felt was able to easily drive me to insanity.The brief relief that came with Kastor leaving the room just after Christopher's corpse had been removed was long gone. Now I kept staring a
AIDENMy father had another stroke. He heard about Christopher's betrayal and his crimes. It surely must have been a massive blow for him. My mother spent most of the time by his bed, and for the first time, I regretted that I couldn't be there too, but there were other, important issues I needed to take care of first.Hart Global Corporation was going down. The news about our warehouses being basically robbed and the frequent shipment to the sponsoring terrorism countries spread faster than a bolt of lightning. The bankruptcy was unavoidable, but I had no time to explain to the shareholders why my half-brother decided to screw them all over and disappear. The fact that people expected me to stand before them and apologize seriously pissed me off, but as the still-acting CEO of the dying company, I was obligated to make an official statement.I should have been elsewhere. I should have been looking for Charlie, but currently, I was about to become a source of entertainment for a large
I spent several hours alone in that windowless room, chained to the wall. Perhaps it was nighttime, but since I had no way to check, I could only judge by the fewer sounds coming through the steel door. Dominique's body had been taken away, but the sickening puddle of his blood on the concrete remained. I could only see the place where I was locked properly once Landon was gone, and even if this place was terrifying, I was relieved when everyone left, locking me in here alone. My prison was a hall, resembling the middle-sized space of an empty warehouse. Since everything inside smelled like a decaying basement, I guessed I had to be somewhere underground. My disgusting space was illuminated by several loosely hanging lightbulbs, giving merely a dim light in a few seemingly random parts of the room, leaving more than a couple of square feet sunk in the darkness. It didn't take long for my mind to craft all kinds of horrifying scenarios as I imagined what or who could be lur
*TRIGGER WARNING* The final paragraphs of this chapter contain a description of violence and physical torture.CHARLIEMy head hurt so much that I was afraid that if I opened my eyes, it might explode. My consciousness returned slowly, and a new wave of different pain reached me just several heartbeats later. I was lying on something hard. There were rough and heavy cuffs around my wrists and ankles. My feet were bare, and I was shivering from the cold. As I inhaled through my nose, I sensed something moist and rotting in the air, which made me scared to open my eyes even more.A not-so-distant rustling sound signaled someone's presence. Someone was watching me. I squeezed in a breath that came out more audible than I expected and opened my eyes. The dark, rusty-metal-like ceiling was the first thing I saw. My "bed" was made of wooden boxes that formed a row next to a dirty, black wall. The thick cuffs on my wrists and ankles were chained to a large ring, sticking out a few inches abo
AIDEN I was making my fourth mental note to punch that Murray fucker as soon as this was all over. He insisted on keeping my detainee status, so I was currently cuffed and sitting in the backseat of his car instead of driving mine at full speed. "You're OK in there?" Murray asked, and I could clearly see the smug smirk in the rearview mirror. Deller was sitting in the front passenger's seat, and, fortunately, he turned out to be more rational than his asshole partner. "Not OK at all," I hissed. "You're too slow, and perhaps you're still not aware, but there are lives on the line!" "We're doing our best, Mr. Hart." Deller glanced at me, twisting his head over his shoulder. "We still need to follow the rules, and we can't just—" "Screw the rules!" I snapped. "Those people we're against follow no rules except for the ones they create! If something happened to Charlie because we were too slow, then I swear to God—" "Shut your mouth, Hart!" Murray roared. "Don't you dare say a word ab
CHARLIESixty minutes earlierI forced myself to stop crying. I had no time to shed more tears. I needed to focus. Forcing air into my lungs, I stretched my tightened ribcage. Every inch of my insides burned, but I ground my teeth and willed my hand to lower over Kevin's cold body.I closed his lifeless eyes. It might have been the hardest thing I had ever done, but I had to. I felt like he died because of me. I brought this upon him. I pulled him into this mess. He agreed to be a part of it, but he didn't have to. It was my war, and this time I couldn't save him. I wasn't his super-girl; I was the one who had come too late and let him die.I sucked another breath that seemed too shallow and groaned. "Focus, Charlie, focus!" I pulled the phone out of my jeans pocket and cursed. The battery died. I was too absorbed in everything that had happened to notice it...I looked around and saw Kevin's cell phone lying on the floor. Faint slivers of rationality seeped through, causing me to be
AIDEN I had spent three hours in custody before that asshole, Murray, decided to bring me into the interrogation room. My hands were cuffed, and I was left in those cute bracelets for another hour before my lawyer showed up and demanded to take them off my hands. For the next fifteen or more minutes, Chandler and I were left in that room alone. Fuckers. So much for client-lawyer confidentiality. Luckily, I had nothing to hide, well, almost nothing to hide. Chandler scanned the room, a displeased grimace forming on his mouth. I couldn't blame him. Two cameras were hanging from the ceiling, gaping at us from two opposite corners with their red lights. The large one-way mirror also carried the promise of no privacy. "If anything you did is questionably legal, I suggest you keep your mouth shut," he grunted. I gave him a look. "If you want to know whether you're about to defend a guilty man, then my answer is no. Truthfully, I have no idea what the FBI was looking for or why. And yes,
CHARLIE Feeling a little paranoid, I hid in the toilet until the truck was gone, as if the driver could recognize me and drag me back into that box with machine guns. As soon as I assured myself that the coast was clear, I began to analyze my situation. I was at the gas station right outside Greenwich, Connecticut. My phone was dead—not like battery-dead but literally dead-gone-dead. It seemed like all its circuits had burned out, just like it had happened to my earpiece. Luckily, my wallet didn't suffer, and my credit cards were still in place. I drew a deep breath and stared at the mirror. I looked like I had run a marathon on heels during a desert storm. It took me fifteen or more minutes before I resembled a human being. I washed the dirt off my face and combed my hair using my fingers. I still looked like shit, but I had more urgent matters than improving my looks. I asked the clerk at the station if I could use his phone and called Kevin. He didn't answer. My stomach twisted s