65. Rough Punishment

Charlotte’s POV

“Charlotte….where the fuck you going?” he asked as I tried to get away from him.

Thinking that the man I married killed a lot of people made me feel disgusted, and scared about him.

“I’m going somewhere, somewhere away from you.” I was panting when he grabbed both of my hands, and pulled me closer to him.

“Tell me, Charlotte? Do I look like a bad guy to you just because I killed those people who did dirty to me?!”

I didn’t answer.

“They turned the brothels dirty against me, I told them no minors, don’t force anyone if they don’t want to work. Only those people who can work if they need a job! So why are you so mad with me?!”

"I'm not mad at you...You really killed people, and that makes me mad. I thought you were kidding the whole time, but everything you said to me was true!" I tried to calm down, but he cupped my face and said, "Hey, look at me. I may be a killer, but I'm doing this for the organization. I can't have a traitor on my team, Charlotte."

“Then why