Fabian’s POVThe storm was heavily pouring, and lots of cars were stuck in the traffic because of the big floods in the street. I sighed as I stared at my phone because there was no signal, I wanted to call my wife and my daughter just to tell them I was okay and there was nothing to worry about me, but I thought I had to sigh and wait for the traffic to move. The traffic finally moved, and my driver breathed a sigh of relief. He then took the fastest route to get to the street in Manhattan. I had a house in the Billionaire's Row residential area. I have a lot of plans for Abby and Charlotte, including living with them in the simplest way possible to make them feel safe since I'm going to end my job as the mafia boss, and I hate being away from them. I don't want to put the lives of my family members at risk. I opened my bag and pulled out a little teddy bear for Charlotte, and I smiled because she would love this.Then all of a sudden my phone began to ring, I smiled as I knew it co

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 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 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 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