Chapter 12 Target: Charlotte
~~Chalotte's pov~~
I sucked in the sweet caramel smell of our bedroom as we walked in; tossing my purse to the bed, I slumped into it.
Damien, a smirk on his face and his hand in his pockets, slowly walked towards me, stopping as he finally stood before me. “How do you feel?” He asked.
I nodded, my hand reaching for his belt and hanging onto it. “I'm fine.”
His eyes moved to his belt and then to me. “Stop that,” he chuckled softly, and he spanked my hand off his belt, gently, not enough to hurt me.
But his hand quickly stretched out and grabbed a bun, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean…”
“It's okay…. It didn't just happen to Damien.”
The knot on his shoulders suddenly loosened.
As he gazed into my eyes, his smile suddenly fell, his brow furrowing.
“What is it?” I asked.
He slowly moved away from me, his gaze fixed on mine, and he put his finger over his lips.
My blood tensed up.
Why was he acting like that?
He slowly slid out a drawer and drew out a gun from it. He had the most serious frown on his face, like something was about to go down; he cocked the gun, aiming it at me.
My heart raced. “Damien!” I shouted, but my body slowly relaxed as I noticed his gaze fixed underneath the bed.
“Come out!” he barked, “I said come out!” He barked, and my eyes widened as a girl slipped out from beneath the bed.
She was about my age, with red hair and dressed in all black. “How did you know I was here?” She asked.
Damien’s gaze was cold and fixed on her. Without hesitation, he aimed the gun at her leg and fired. A loud sound of a gunshot erupted through the air.
Both of my hands flung to my ears as a loud buzzing sound rang in it.
She let out a loud cry and dropped to the ground. “Did Lorenzo send you?!” He barked in anger.
Lorenzo?
I quickly slipped out of bed, my legs making a loud thud against the wooden floor as I rushed to stand behind Damien.
The girl screamed in agony against the floor until two of Damien's soldiers rushed in.
“Get her out of here.” Damien instructed, “Kill her and send her dead body back to Lorenzo.”
My head snapped up.
Kill her?
How could such words come out of his mouth with ease? “Who is she? “Don’t kill her.” I quickly stepped in front of Damein.
His hands lay on top of my shoulder. “That is Lorenzo's daughter. Think about what happened between us last time. She's definitely here to cause harm; she needs to be put down as a warning.
The fear that rose within me felt like electricity running through my veins. I slowly turned around, watching as they dragged her out of the place. This was the second time an enemy had broken into our bedroom; if Damien wasn't here, then…. What would have happened?
It's going to keep happening, I know it. More people are going to come for me. I was like a walking red dot, a target if you will.
Damien’s hands wrapped around my waist, laughing, my back against him. “I know you don't want her to die, but it's for the…”
“Let them kill her,” I interrupted.
My brow pinched together, my fingers clenching into a fist by my sides, I felt too comfortable saying that. Let them kill her?
Silence took over the room like a fog before I finally spoke again: “It's for the best; she will just keep coming back if we spare her, right?” As the words came out, it felt like a knife in my throat.
Damien spun me around to face him, his brows furrowed as he gazed at me, the look on his face as if he didn't recognise who was standing before him. “What did you just say?” His voice came out soft, almost above a whisper.
My chest tightened as I spoke, “Let them kill her, Damien.” The words hung in the air.
His fingers brushed my hair off my face and pulled me closer to him. “What have I done to you?”
Yeah.
What has he done to me?
His enemies call him the devil.
Have I become one as well?
“Noting Damien, it's for the best, and you know it.”
My body jerked in shock as I heard the bang of a gunshot, the loud sound echoing in my ears, and my vision blurred for a second. “That was her.” My throat tightened as I spoke, as if there was an invisible grip around it that I wanted to loosen.
My fingers reached for my throat, gently rubbing it, but it didn't ease the discomfort; in fact, I couldn't breathe. I quickly parted my lips to let air in, my chest heaving as loud gasps filled the air.
“Are you okay, love?” Damien asked, his tone laced with urgency.
My face twisted into a stressed frown, my brows knitting together. “I'm okay.” My breathing grew even heavier, and I quickly shook my head. “I'm not…. I don't know what's happening.” I breathed.
“You are hyperventilating.” He quickly moved away from me.
As my knees dropped to the floor, I heard him pull open the refrigerator and then run towards me. “Here,” he took the kid off and handed it to me.
I gulped it down immediately, as my life depended on it. I could feel relief in my throat, which had tightened, but I still couldn't breathe.
“Charlotte, look at me!” Demein cupped both sides of my face in his hand. “Look at me!” he shouted.
I managed to look up at him, his face twisted with concern. “It's okay; it's not your fault. Kate had to die.”
Yeah…Kate, her death is the reason I'm hyperventilating. Should I not have agreed to her death? It's on me; I didn't pull the trigger, but I killed her.
“I'm ... I'm a murderer.” I breathed; it felt as if there was a load on my chest, too heavy for me to carry.
He quickly pulled me into a tight hug. “It's okay…it's okay, love.”
I sat curled up in bed, my mind fixed on Kate.
Damien sits beside me on a phone call, his right hand pressed against my thigh.
“Of course, Don Raphael, this gala will be a good chance to become allies,” he said.
I slowly moved my body closer to his, my head on his chest.
“How are you feeling now, love?” He whispered.
I nodded slowly, no words coming out of my mouth.
He sighed, his fingers moved up to my thighs, curling on my hips, “Don Raphael, I don't think I can make it.”
I looked up at him, my gaze narrowing.
“My wife is a little sick; I want to be here….”
I quickly shook my head before he could finish his sentence. “I think it would be nice for us to go out; I need to get today out of my head,” I whispered.
He pressed his fingers against the back of my head and placed a kiss on my lips. “Okay, Don Raphael, I'll see you tomorrow,” he said and hung up immediately, tossing his phone into the bed.
“You really scared me today, Char.” He wrapped his hands around me. “Don't do that again, please,” he begged.
I forced a smile. “Of course, Damien.”
Lorenzo’s pov
My blood boiled with anger as I watched Kate get shot through the device she had placed in Damien's bedroom.
The last living family, gone because of that devil.
I couldn't shake the feeling when I heard her get shot; everything in me collapsed.
My jaw clenched as I watched him cuddle in bed with his wife; she was his happiness, so I had to take it away as he had taken mine.
“We are going after Charlotte,” I spoke to my boys, my fists clenched tightly by my side.