Bound Together - Charles Whiteman x OC

Chapter Nine

We eventually arrived back in Whitechapel. Charles drove the three of us to his flat. He insisted that I stayed with him till this entire thing blew over, plus we had some thinking to do. We parked up and went inside, Charles carryed the young girl and placed her down his living room couch. As I stood in his flat taking the place in, I felt my stomach rumble. I realised I hadn't eaten since breakfast. Charles took off his waistcoat and shirt and was left in just his tank top. I took this as a sign to take off my jacket and I placed It over the sleeping girls body and headed over to the small kitchenette. 

"Come on lets make some food before she wakes up." Charles sighed. 

As I was chopping the vegtables for the borscht. The phone began ringing. Charles stood away from the counter and made his way toward it. 

"Well?" The women asked. 

"Its done." Charles said.

"You sure?" The women questioned. 

"What do you want, her fսckng heart? Go dig her up, cut it out yourself. We're finished. Understand?" Charles spat and yanked the cord from the wall. He came back over to the counter and continued chopping the vegtables until we heard slight movement from behind us. 

"Good. You're awake." Charles remarked as he spun to face her while holding a sharp knife. The girl looked terrified. I caught on and took the knife from Charles' hand and put it on the chopping board.

"Oh you're all right don't be afraid, we're in Whitechapel, we're in his home. " I said gently. 

"You hungry? We've made borscht. It's my secret recipe. Your money's there, all of it. You want to blackmail me, kid, that's fine, but we were being followed. I was told I had to kill you. We needed to make it look like we did." Charles reasoned.

"Now they think you're dead, you're safe." I said in an attempt to comfort her.

"For the time being." Charles remarked as he brought the borscht to the table. The girl dashed from the couch to the cooker and grabbed the gun off the hob and pointed it at Charles and I. 

"All right. All right." Charles said. 

"Please don't point that at us, we just as scared as you are right now and I'd really appreciate if you'd just hand over the gun to me." I pleaded.

"The borscht is nice and hot. So, come on. Let's do something civilized. Put down the gun before you blow your toes off." Charles asked as he walked toward the girl. The girl was shaking with fear and pulled the trigger. I flinched I thought it'd be a blood bath but Charles had thought ahead as he usually does and had removed th bullets from the chamber of the weapon.

"Nice idea though." Charles said as the girl attempted to scarper off. He grabbed the girl and put his hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming bloody murder.

"Shh! Shut up and listen, you little brat. You think I want this? You're the one who's got us up to our necks in this shit! You think I want to hide some kid in my flat who tried to rip me off, pointed my own gun at me, eh? You better pray they think you're dead. They're probably watching the house now. If they hear you scream, they'll kill us all. Get it? Nod your head if you understand." Charles muttered to the girl. 

"Come on, lets eat before it gets cold." I say while sitting down at the small table. We all gather around these and Charles dishes out the borscht. 

"Good?" Charles asks the girl.

"Tastes like rat's piss." The girl mumbled. I bit back a laugh. 

"It's my secret ingredient. You got a great palate." Charles replied. 

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A/N

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