Charlotte’s POVYesterday, I bought a new safe house and just got there now. I put all the money my grandmother gave me in a secure box that only I could open. Then Liam came over and looked at all the guns I had bought very carefully. He asked, "Are you....Do you really want to do this, Charlotte? You want to be one of the mafia bosses?" I nod my head, "Yes, you want a connection, right? Do you want justice and be the best investigator in your team? Then all you need is me. I can take all the information to you, and together, we will all bring them down secretly." “But I’m worried about your safety….” “Do you have any news about how the killer knows where Arman is?”He leaned at the kitchen sink, and said, “I’m trying to gather some information yet, and yet the case hasn't been solved. I felt like a useless brother….” "No, you're not," I told him by tapping him on the shoulder. "You're trying your best, or you need to be extra careful if someone is trying to ruin our plan. These
Logan’s POV“Where the fuck is she is right now? I’ve been trying to call her phone, and everything but still I haven’t got a clue where she is.” I said through clenched teeth. Charlotte must be up to something crazy and stupid again, I couldn't help but think. I don't know how to keep this stubborn woman from hurting herself. During the whole thing, I look at the screen and think about where my wife is. Until one of my guards outside called to tell me that the woman I'd been thinking about all along had arrived. While I sighed, I went outside and saw her walking. She had her eyes on her phone, looking through something. After that, I walked over to her and took her phone without saying a word. "What are you doing, Logan?!" she asked me with wide eyes. "Hello, wife! "I've been calling for you for hours and hours, but you haven't even picked up". I said it in a cool voice and looked through her phone. I couldn't find my call logs or contacts. "Did you just block me?!" I glared at he
Charlotte’s POVIt's been an hour, and we've been fighting like cats and dogs in here, and I can feel the sweat dripping down my temple. Everything in the room and on all the tables has already been broken, but none of us is giving up on the game. Whenever he smiled at me, I put on a fake smile, raised my arms, and showed him my bloody fists. He said, "I guess Liam taught you a lot of karate moves and how to fight. Isn't he a great teacher?" "Well, hell yeah!" I replied. "He's a great teacher..." That's when the curtain flew in my face. When I tried to grab it, Logan moved right in front of me and grabbed me. We both fell onto the bed, and I had my legs around his waist while he was on top of me. Then he whispered, “Well, I’m a great fucker too.” then he tore my dress, and said, “Enough with the fight, Charlotte. I’m not stopping you anymore for the fight tomorrow night, just give me what I want right now….” I whispered back in his ear, “Then what do you want, Logan?” "I want you
Charlotte’s POVAfter our wet sex, I woke up feeling tired, and Logan was hugging me like a precious stone. I couldn't move. I reached for his arm and started to pull away, but he grabbed hold of me and held me close, asking, "Where are you going?" "Go back to sleep." Afterward, he shut his eyes once more, and I got up, put on my dress, and gathered my things from the side table. Before I left the Villa that night, I planted a kiss on his forehead. I headed for the garage, worried that he'd be able to watch my movements if I used the car he'd undoubtedly installed a tracker in so I stepped back, and used the backyard for an escape so that no one would see me living tonight.I was walking in the street, trying to contact Liam. Luckily, he answered my call, and I said, "Please, come and get me; I don't have a car. I don't use the car in the Villa because I know Logan has already put a tracker on in any car in the Villa." Liam replied, "So, where are you right now? Can you go to the mi
Charlotte’s POVFinally, I've made it into the building where the High Table meets, and the other members of the High Table have arrived just in time. Now, they're making their way up to the roof of the building with the highest point so they can witness the fight between Luca and me. I look at myself in the mirror as I put a black band around my knuckles. I look at the scar on my body from the two bullets that almost killed me a year ago. I got angry, and I couldn't calm down while looking in the mirror. I finally broke the mirror with a punch, which made my bloody knuckles bleed again. “What’s happening here—” A strange woman asked. I glanced at her, and she didn’t dare to ask anymore. I cleaned my wounds with hot water, and she said, “So your name is Charlotte, right?” I nod my head. “We’ve been talking about you….a lot.” she said. I asked, “Why?” "Because you are too brave to ask for a match like this," she answered. "You don't want to be hurt as a woman, but here you are
Charlotte’s POVLuca was shocked and stood up with a shocked look on his face. He thought I didn't know anything, so this time he wasn't ready for all of my kicks and punches. After taking a long breath, he blankly stared at me, and he had no defense against my strikes.Now, bruises covered his face, and blood flowed freely from his nostrils. His nose was bleeding, yet he stood there in his expensive suit and roared, "You dare to take the position away from me?! WHY?!" I smirked at him, “Because you don’t deserve it.” He sarcastically asked, “And who deserved it, YOU?” I nod my head, “Yes.” He drew his gun from his pocket and pointed it at me with his eyes shrieking in fury, “But before you can do that, you have to escape from my bullet!” Jokingly, I asked him, "Luca, are you only good with guns? You're pointing your gun at me like I'm going to die right now? Seriously? You don't even have the balls to fight a woman on stage! Well, look, Someone shot me twice in the chest a year
Charlotte’s POVLogan took me to the classiest place I've ever been to. He booked a table for us, and I think this is the first time we'll have time to spend together after a long day of stress. When he gave me that charming grin, I realized I married a very gorgeous man.Everyone in the restaurant kept looking at my husband. If I were a nervous wife, I would think they were crazy because they were looking at him, but I don't care; I can display his face in front of their house, too. I smiled at myself, and he asked, "Are you okay?" "No, I'm...I'm okay...it's just I have been thinking a lot." I am proud of him, not just because he looks good, but also because he is very helpful and damn good at everything. But sometimes, when I'm mad, I forget how I hate him so much, and now that I'm okay, I keep thinking about him even though he's right there sitting in front of me. I smiled softly, and when our food was already served. I said, “Oh, don’t eat yet.” He looked at me with confusion
Charlotte’s POV“Elliot?!” I remembered that he was the person who followed me up to the 104th floor a year ago and tried to get me to stop looking for more proof of everything. After all, how could I stop if that's how my dad died? Exactly how my mother died fourteen years ago. Then I softly shook my head and wiped the tears that were running down my face. "Why are you doing this to me?!" "Why do you ask me a question to which you already know the answer?" Elliot asked. Then he pulled out his gun and smiled at me, saying, "I think you need to sleep." He then hit me on the forehead with the gun, which numbed my whole body, and I passed out right away. In the dark, empty room where I woke up, my body was tied to a chair, and my mouth was taped back on. Fear and worry made me cry. I thought that if I didn't get away soon, it might be the end of me. I looked up when I realized there was no other way out of this empty room. Elliot opened the door and turned on the light. He smiled at