Charlotte’s POV"Mr. Gallagher, she's not the girl I've been talking about—" He stopped Amanda from talking, and his cold eyes were on me. He looked at me from head to toe and asked, "Why is this woman running away from you?" “She’s the newbie here, Mr. Gallagher. Her father sold her to work in this club…” When I heard Amanda say that I was being sold by my father to work in this filthy club, I pulled my lips into a tight purse and narrowed my eyes in anger. I felt like I needed to protect myself. I stifled a gasp, fighting back tears as best I could in front of them. I tried to look up and sniffle even though tears streamed from my eyes. I must muster up my strength because I won't have anyone to save me tonight. There’s a silence between us, and from the moment he saw that I had trouble with myself already, he asked Amanda in curiosity. “So this woman is working for you now?” Amanda nodded her head, and I rolled my eyes annoyedly. I exclaimed angrily, “I did not accept this fi
Charlotte’s POVHe grips my legs tightly, and I can’t move it because of his grip. I was still looking at him; he leaned forward and pulled me closer to him. My body pressed against his warm body; he gulped softly and said, “Why did you kick me? That’s so disrespectful.” He moved his body closer to me until I could feel his chest on my torso. After that, he moved his body even closer to me. "And now...you're spreading your legs to me as if you're ready to take me," I jerkily try to free myself from his hold, but he doesn't let me get away. Instead, he just stared at me for a few minutes until I finally gave up and leaned down with my back against the couch. His palm slowly stroked my legs, and I trembled at his touch. I have never been touched by a man like this. I bit my lower lip, and his eyes landed on my lips, he leaned closer, and I could feel his warm minty breath, he asked softly. “How old are you?” My voice cracked as I replied, “N-Nineteen…S-Sir.” When our eyes met, I p
Charlotte's POVWe went to the parking lot, and my cold sweat ran down to my temple as I kept looking around in fear. “Call me Logan, my name is Logan.” He said as he pushed me inside his car. “But…I don’t want to go with you.” I grip my hand tightly. He took a glance at me, “Do you want to stay out there? My men is planning to rape you tonight, do you want that to happen to you?!” I shook my head.“Then that’s good. It’s already 2 am, and I need to sleep, and don’t be noisy.” We got to his house in the woods at 3 a.m., and I couldn't stop yawning, and my legs were already getting cold. I'm so tired that I can't keep my eyes open and want to sleep on the floor. But seeing a bloody man on the floor earlier didn't go away, and it kept coming back to me in my thoughts. I was scared when Logan carried me inside and saw that my hands were shaking. He set me down, and I saw a couch. I closed my eyes, laid down on it, and moaned softly in relief.I wish I could forget about everything t
Charlotte’s POVI curled my toes under and stood up, shaking my knees in terror. Immediately after that, I scooped up all of my clothes and left the man sitting on the sofa with a look of surprise. He was at a loss for words and could not communicate with me in any way. I got dressed and then marched out the door without looking where I was going, even though the center part of my body hurt very badly. Then I saw him following me in the dark. He was chasing me. “Miss….wait…” I was afraid he would catch and hurt me, so I ran as fast as possible until I lost my balance and fell. My head hit a branch of a tree, and darkness greeted me when I tried to open my eyes. I couldn't open my eyes, and his warm arms wrapped around me until I passed out. *********It was already in the morning when I finally woke up with a headache, and a bandage on my head. Then I heard two guys talking inside my room. One was Logan and another was the man named Ricardo. Logan said, “I don’t even know what
Charlotte’s POV“Y-Yeah…..B-But I-I don’t w-want to stay h-here….” He handed me my things and said, "I feel so bad about what happened to you and about you having to live with an awful father, so I'll be the one to get you away from him. You can leave now and don't come back to that club ever again." My lips quivered as I rose and smiled weakly; I knew I couldn't return to my old house. So where am I going now? I can't be with Casey. Also, if I stay in her place, her family won't like it, and I don't want to be a burden.Feeling like there was no hope, I sighed and got my things and bag together. I didn't realize he was still there until I looked up and saw him staring at me intensely. "So you paid my father to get me away from him?"“Let’s just say that I have given you what you want because I caused you pain last night….” I closed my eyes tightly, and lowered my head, “Yeah, about last night….” “If you are not comfortable talking about it, just don’t talk.” I quickly looked at
Charlotte’s POVI woke up the following day with a headache, and now I don't know what to do. I got up to try to remember what happened the other day. I rubbed the back of my head a little and then had a flashback of what had happened before.I looked around and said, "And this isn't my apartment..." I took a deep breath and said with a sour smile, "Oh, I don't have a place to live anymore...but whose apartment is this?I was startled in nervousness when someone knocked on the door. I start to move slowly backward while holding my breath and looking for a way out. Damn, it could be the mob boss who kidnapped me, but why is he wasting his time just to have me with him? I thought it was all over already? Then I opened the window and gasped in amazement when I saw how I could jump from the top of Los Angeles's tallest building. What am I doing here in L.A.? I gulped as someone slowly opened the door. When I heard a creaking sound, I shut my eyes tightly, and a familiar voice asked, "
Charlotte’s POV“Get ready…we are going to a funeral.” I stopped what I was doing and looked at him perplexed, wondering why he felt the need to drag me to a funeral when I didn't know any other people there. My lips formed a thin line as I tried to calm myself down and refrain from saying anything to him.The crease in his forehead deepened as he questioned, "Why are you still standing right there?" "Y-Yes," I bowed my head and headed to the closet to find a black dress to wear, but I had nothing to put on. Then, as I turned back, I noticed him holding a bag of dresses, and he said, "For you." After which he closed the door; he had been waiting for me outside the room for more than ten minutes. As soon as I opened the door, he took in my entire appearance, from my head to my toes, and then gave a satisfied nod before saying, "You look amazing, we need to go now." As we left, he held my hand, and all the guys in the corner looked at me like it was the first time they had ever seen
Charlotte’s POVHe left me at the mall with his security. He sent his secretary to meet me there and buy everything I wanted and needed. But I didn't care about anything; my body hurt, and I was too tired to care. “I have to use the restroom,” I said. Kira smiled at me, “Miss Charlotte—” I glanced at the secretary and sighed, “Miss Kira, I’m fine, you don’t need to accompany me inside, I’m not a child.” She nodded her head and smiled at me, then she said, “Okay, we will be waiting for you here.” I go to the women's room and think about what I need to do. I have to stay away from this man from now on, and I don't want to stay with him and be his "things" and a toy that he can play with whenever he's bored. I won't put myself in that kind of position ever again. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror for a while. Then I decided to open the toilet door and saw a bag inside. I was excited to open it and find out what was inside. I saw some pants, a white long-sleeved sh