Nick Nelson And Charlie Novels & Stories

“Have you asked her what she wants? Maybe she likes it here.” He shakes his head. “You know how women are. They might think they know what’s good for them, but really, they need someone to show them.” What the fuck was Charlie thinking, getting engaged to a guy like this? “I disagree. And I have a feeling this friend is much better off here than in New York with you.” “H-how do you—who are you?” I smile pleasantly just to piss him off. I extend my hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Owen Dawson. And Charlie and I are back together.”

"She’ll come for Vincenzo. For Mei. For me. She already pointed a gun at my child. I won’t give her another chance." Charlie studied him for a long time, then finally nodded. "Alright. The warrant will go out in forty-eight hours. She won’t see it coming." Noel’s jaw tensed. "Good." Charlie stood. "You did what most people couldn’t…you took down your own blood to protect everyone else." Noel looked down. "That’s not strength. That’s necessity." Charlie tapped the window once and the driver opened the door. Before stepping out, he paused. "Tell Vincenzo he married a lion."

“Mister, we’ve picked up Mr. Jackson. We’re on our way back.” By 4 a.m., dawn was breaking. The cars pulled into Vanclyn. Kyle was “escorted” into a hotel suite. Charlie sat on the sofa, a laptop resting on his knees. “I stayed up all night because of you,” he said, still typing, not even lifting his head. Kyle sneered. “Oh? Then you must really care about me.” Charlie closed the laptop. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and set them aside. Looking up, his gaze was cool, like he was staring at a hopeless fool. “Kyle, I thought you wanted to be my ally. But now, you look more like a spy sent by the enemy.”