Hateful obsession

Chapter 3

Charlotte
"Beg me if you need me."

I opened my mouth, or rather my jaw just fell to the floor. It seems I forgot how to breathe, but I want to erase his grin, preferably with a knife cut.
"Excuse me?" I cleared my throat.
"I want you, Melissa." He said calmly.

"It's worse for you because now I'm Charlotte." I snorted.
"Boring, obedient wife Charlotte." His eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't you yourself miss the top shooter Melissa Kirillova?"
"No." I lied. Did John and Lizzie drown in the toilet or what?

"I like it when you lie." His voice became even darker. "But now listen." He became tougher and all the tension of passion was replaced only by hatred. "I need your help and you will help me."
"Let me think..." I theatrically tapped my chin with my index finger. "Kiss my ass and go to hell."

"Yours? With pleasure." Cade grinned evilly. "But you must help me find and kill the traitor."
«Oh, someone wrapped you around their finger and now you want my help?"
"You wrapped me first."
"I did it better."
"True."

"Even you can admit that I beat you at your own game called our marriage."
"We never got divorced." He shrugged. "So it's still not clear who won and who lost."
"You lost me."
"But again you are in my hands."

I swallowed and felt the same knot in my stomach like 6 years ago when my mother told me to marry this man. I never would have thought that it would end like this. With a broken heart. Hatred. And blood on my hands.

"Tell me more about what happened." The dark side of me took over my curiosity.
He leaned back imposingly, stretching out his black jacket. Cade's movements were so confident with the precision of a beast that knows exactly how to keep me interested.

"For several months now, someone has been transferring money from the Russian Mafia to their accounts, we tried to find out this from a distance, but in the end I had to change the name and buy the company with my own money in order to identify this person. And kill for sure."

"Why do you need me?"
"It all started when you ran away." I felt a chill on my skin when his harsh and hateful voice reached my ears.
"What?"

Apparently this man needed to get rid of me. Thoughts were scattered in different directions and somewhere the pieces began to connect into a single puzzle. If this is so, was it really a setup that caused me to run away 10 months ago?

"Yes, someone was clearly inside our circle. And disappeared." He tilted his head to the side. "The traitor knew that as long as you were next to me, it was pointless to do anything."
"Was that a compliment?" I opened my eyes wider in surprise.
"Why are you so surprised? You are smart, beautiful and incredibly cunning, and you also wield a knife and any weapon better than many men. When you were by my side, we were the invincible king and queen."

"And then the king knelt without his queen." I gave him a grin. "Insanely adorable."
"Shut your mouth, krasavica." His jaw was clenched so tightly that I could even see his jaw. "That's why I'm here. I need you to carry out my plan."

"We'll talk about this when you get on your knees and maybe then I'll listen to your plan." I slowly stood up from the table without taking my eyes off him. "If my husband comes looking for me, tell him that I went outside to get some air." Before I left, I had one last thing to say. "Oh and yes. When people ask for help they say the word "please" and don't think that I knelt down just because you found me."

"Take at least a step..." I immediately stopped when I heard him. "And we'll start a dangerous game, sweetheart."
I knew what he meant, but my pride did not allow me to leave without consequences. Because the problems from my decisions are my second skin.