Chapter 40: Charlotte’s POV
Chapter 40: Charlotte’s POV
I wait patiently to hear back from my mindless henchman – hoping he had already completed his task when I receive a message.
“Task failed. Your beloved showed up. If I go down, you’re going with me.” I shiver as u read the message. Surely, Leo wouldn’t have noticed him as the same man who kidnapped us all those years ago and “crippled “me. If he did, he would’ve said something to me – I’m sure of it.
Although Leo hadn’t returned so how sure could I actually be? I walk out of my room in search of that useless housemaid when I spot her polishing the silverware in the kitchen.
“Where’s Leo?” I ask from behind her. She turns in shock as she didn’t hear me approach.
“Oh, Charlotte. It’s you. I didn’t hear you coming now that you don’t use walker anymore.” She says as she grips her chest in relief.
“Ms. Charlotte. Now where is Leo?” I ask again. I was growing impatient by the
moment.
“I don’t know. He grabbed his jacket and ran out the door without a word. Not even to me.” She says as she returns to the silverware.
I lean against the counter beside her – studying her face and find her even more useless in that moment and turn back to my room.
Once I read my bed, I see I have a message from an unknown number.
“I heard the news. Call me.” I catch my breath as I read it. I begin pacing as the paranoia grows. Had someone figured out my intentions? Had Claire pieced it together? I was so careful.
I pushed those thoughts aside and pick up the phone. I call the number. Maybe money would serve me purpose in this matter. A paid silence is better than an open disclosure.
“Hello?” I wait silently for a response.
“It’s been a while mon Cher.” Only one person had called me that. It couldn’t be?
“Francisco?”
“I’ve missed the way my name rolls off your tongue. How are you?”
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Chapter 40: Charlotte’s POV
“I’m doing fine. It’s a surprise hearing from you.” Francisco and I had a fling back when I was crippled. Seeing as Leo was preoccupied with that peasant – I needed to source my own pleasure.
“I saw that your father was out in jail. Truly a shame. I came back to make sure you’re okay.” Or did he come back for business?
Francisco used to be a mafia leader in these parts. He was both feared and respected. We had met at an illegal poker game where I walked out with over $2 million dollars and some of his men had an issue with that but not Francisco. He was enthralled by the dark nature I hid underneath my face of innocence.
I remember how Francisco followed me home that night and wedged himself into my door before I had made it inside. The hunger and lust in his eyes, starting to swirl like a vortex before I pulled him inside and shut the door. He was a great fill–in for my needs, buy why was he here now?
“It’s all just a misunderstanding.” I lie.
“Mon Cher, meet me for coffee.” He demands.
“Okay.” I hang up and received a message with an address and ready to leave.
