Bumping Accident | Englot

Chapter 40

Charlotte's POV

I watch Pichy take a seat on the couch while Engfa stands next to her. She looks at us for a moment before turning around and heading into the kitchen. A few seconds later, she returns with a bottle of what looks like scotch and a red plastic cup. I've noticed that the only reason she has alcohol in her house is because of her friends.

"You're gonna need this," she says, opening the bottle and pouring me a drink.

"Why did you only bring one cup?" I ask, eyeing Pichy. Obviously, Isabella can't drink, and I know Engfa doesn't drink, so Pichy is the only one left.

"I don't drink. I've been sober for almost six years," Pichy says.

I look over at Engfa, confused. She also mentioned not drinking for the past five years. I make a mental note to ask her about this later.

"Isabella, are you comfortable? Do you need me to get you anything?" Engfa asks.

"No, everything is good, Eng," she answers, and Engfa nods.

"Where's the puppy?" I question.

Engfa points to the bottom of the stairs where the puppy is sleeping, curled up into a ball. Silence falls around us. Isabella and I are sitting next to each other, while Pichy and Engfa are also seated next to each other, opposite us.

"Okay, I'm just gonna say it to get it over with, and then I'll give you a backstory, and you can ask any questions you want," Engfa breaks the silence. I nod and wait.

She glances at Pichy and then at Isabella. They both nod, and she takes a deep breath. "Pichyisamafialeader."

"What?" I didn't hear a single thing she just said because of how quietly she spoke.

"Pichy is amafialeader."

"Pichy is a what? I can't hear you."

"Oh, for the love of God, it's not that hard to say. My wife is a mafia boss," Isabella says, and I suck in a breath. Did she just say mafia? I look at Engfa, and you can clearly see how terrified she is of my reaction.

"Like an actual m-mafia leader?" I ask, cursing myself for stuttering. I make eye contact with Pichy, and she gives me a warm smile.

"She's not a bad person. It's not like the bad type of mafia. We help people," Engfa quickly says.

"We? What's your connection to this?" I question, surprised.

"The law firm that Chompu was talking about is Engfa's. Pichy sold it to her when they first met," Isabella informs me, squeezing my knee gently.

"That doesn't answer my question," I mumble, looking at Engfa.

"I run the law firm, and, umm, the law firm is kind of like a cover-up for Pichy. Through the law firm, she can do anything she wants without anyone being suspicious. I'm her right-hand person. Basically second in command," she whispers the last part, but I still hear it.

I reach over, grab the plastic cup, down the scotch in one breath, and pour myself more. I make eye contact with Engfa, and there's concern written all over her face.

"How did all of you guys meet?"

"Engfa and I met at a bar. My dad had passed away and left everything to me, so I was drinking my sorrows away when Engfa walked in and sat next to me," Pichy says, looking at Engfa.

"We got talking, and for some reason, I felt like telling her about my actual business, so I did, and she took it better than I thought. I decided to sell the law firm to her, and she used the money her grandpa left her to buy it," Pichy adds.