The deal had gone horribly wrong, and Jules should have done anything but draw his gun and shoot somebody. It was a reaction of fear, inexperience. The Leclerc instinct in the twenty five-year-old wanting him to do as well as his father.
"They're going to kill me, dad."
Charles knows how cruel this world is. There is no mercy. Charles' eyes glided off to the picture on his desk, of his wife, Joanne, their two sons, Liam and Jules, and their daughter, Teresa. "Then let them come."
A/N: This is Abrade. A sequel to Corrode. Are you ready?
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Corrode - [Charles Leclerc]
Romance𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙩. NO TRANSLATIONS ALLOWED.