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“I told you, this is it.” Ella looks smug as she points at the house that has a dark blue Kia Rio in front of the garage. She looks at me over the rim of her glasses. “That’s the one. Gosh, he must love mowing the grass,” she mutters and I hear Mason huff. “I guess he’s got nothing else to do, since he got the sack.”
The red curtains are drawn closed and from our position we can see the glow of lights from the living room. The Vito pulls up in front of us and I watch both Harry and Samuel getting out.
“You’re staying here,” I instruct Ella, and before she can complain, I close the door. I tap at Ruby’s window and she rolls it down. “Turn the car around and make sure you’re right out front.”
“Sure thing.” She refuses to look at me.
Once the four of us are standing against the car, I tell them, “This is just a friendly visit, so we'll be going through the front door. There’s no need to get dirty, unless he pisses us off.” Mason and Harry grin and start walking toward the front door, but Samuel taps me gently on the shoulder.
“Boss, can I—” His dark eyes are darker than usual.
I nod. “You can take the lead on this one. But don’t hurt him. Not unless he really deserves it.”
Samuel’s lips curl into a wicked smile. “I would never.”
We follow the other two and once more, I find myself being surprised to find my bodyguard so sure, so professional. His back’s straight and he saunters toward the door with a smooth, confident step. So different from when he needs to be social. It’s the second time he has given me this unfamiliar feeling of being at home. Is that what accepting him into my inner circle means? Food for thought, but not now.
He rings the bell and we wait for over a minute in silence. Right when Mason’s hand lingers on the doorbell again, we hear shuffling feet at the other side of the door. My men regroup on instinct and shield me, as they would with any Donnelly. The lock turns from the inside, then we hear the creak of the opening door. Then Charlie stands in front of us, and the look of curiosity on his young face soon turns into one of fear and hesitation as he realizes what’s coming at him.
Before he can as much as open his mouth, let alone smash the door closed, Mason puts his foot in the doorway.
“Good evening, Charlie,” I croon and without hesitation, I push forward, pulling the other men further toward the open door. “We were nearby and thought of paying you a short visit. After yesterday’s events and all,” I taunt, revealing a shiny Glock around my belt. “May we come in, please?”
Charlie’s jaw drops at the sight and he looks unsure as he eyes all my men. His gaze lingers on Samuel and his cheeks flush. It’s no secret that they all know each other, but this isinteresting.
Charlie shakes his head. “I’d rather not—”
“Mason,now.”
Mason nods. “Careful.” I move aside, allowing my bodyguard to push his full weight against the front door which now slams against the wall. Charlie lets out a muffled cry as he jumps back. I make a bit of a drama out of pretending to wipe imaginary dust from my jacket, ignoring Harry’s snorts, and give Charlie a dazzling smile while I enter.
My gaze roams around. “You sure have a nice house.” He doesn’t have a lot of furniture, most likely because he doesn’t have a lot of money. It looks pretty fucking depressing. I turn back to Charlie, who still looks as pale as a tablecloth. “Samuel, he’s all yours. Mason and Harry, stay at the door.”
“Uh, what do you want?“ Charlie utters, confusion still plastered on his face. He takes a step back when Samuel approaches him.
“Like the boss said, we were in the area and just needed a minute of your time.” His voice is hoarse, his pupils are dilated, making his dark eyes pitch black and his mouth is curled into a wolfish smile. I let them enjoy the show while I check out the living room.
“I thought we discussed everything there was to discuss yesterday?” I hear Charlie say. “Or did you perhaps ch-change your mind?”
“Sit down.” With a bump I hear Charlie sitting down on the kitchen chair and when I turn to look, I smirk. Samuel’s looming over him, his finger curled under Charlie’s chin. I glance back at the cupboard and find what I’m looking for. Paper and pen.
“Nah, we haven’t changed our minds. We really just wanted to check with you.” The conversation in the kitchen continues. “You wouldn’t do anything silly, would you? Try to changemymind?”
I walk toward them and my smirk turns into a grin. Never knew that Samuel could be such a son of a bitch.
Charlie's eyes bulge. “S-silly? N-no.”
Samuel moves his lips to Charlie’s ear, finger still under his chin. “You know what people like me do to people who do silly things, don’t you?”
Charlie nods fiercely. “Yes, Samuel.”
“Good. That’s settled.” He gestures to me and nods. I hand him over the pen and paper and he puts them in front of Charlie’s face. “One last thing. Why don’t you write me something, pretty boy?” I laugh and shake my head. Motherfucker.
Charlie licks his lips, but doesn’t refuse. Instead, he takes the equipment in hand and starts writing. “There.”
Samuel beams at the words and shakes his head when our eyes meet. It’s not the same handwriting. He ruffles Charlie's hair and pats his cheek lightly. “I’ll put your love letter under my pillow tonight.”
We head out to where the cars are waiting right on the curb. “I didn’t know you could be so sweet, Sammy boy.” Samuel shrugs, but doesn’t comment. Instead, he tips his head and follows Harry into the Vito.
