Liam
"I'm sorry sir." Giving Jameson a pointed look as I sit out on the balcony sipping my tea. Not as good as mother's but it will do. "Liam, sorry." Waving it off but I hate the formalities, always have. "It's like he is a ghost. There are no records of him anywhere."
He couldn't have appeared out of thin air.
"I'll check into more resources, but it seems like he doesn't want to be found."
Davis who the hell are you?
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Davis
I don't know what got into me that day at the club. Letting my guard down like that with Liam. God! Even thinking his name has my lips tingling, it like I can still feel his lips on mine. It's been a damn month and he is constantly on my mind.
Carefree. Like I want to be.
Charismatic. Something I lack of.
That smile, his touch. The list goes on and on
Fucking stop it!
Pulling at my hair, the frustration takes over me. This is ridiculous I only knew him for a few hours. I need to forget about it... about him.
"Munch!" Just leave me the fuck alone! "Get in here now!" I want it all to go away now. Walking into Tony's office it is no surprise that he cleaning his gun. To bad it's not loaded right now or I would tell him to shoot me dead. "Montes is on my ass to get more merchandise."
Great so I get to do the dirty work once again. "What do you need me to do?" Showing no emotions works best when I'm around anyone from here.
"There is a shipment going out tonight." Bile rises in my throat but I will not show my any weakness. Poor kids though. This should not be happening at all! "So we need new merchandise plus new product." So, now we need to get more kids, but either drugs or weapons. This gets better by the fucking minute. "Get out there and bring back some good quality. We have a meeting tonight as well with some new clients as well."
I do not like that look on his face at all "Sure thing." Turning on my heels I head out. Maybe death is not so bad at all. At least I met an angel before my time is up. Liam sure as hell as close to one as I will ever meet.
Walking the streets of Las Vegas I take in everything in, ready to find my escape if I ever can. I know Everytime I've tried it never worked out well. They wouldn't kill me quickly. I would be tortured for days, possibly weeks if not more.
Snatching a mans wallet from his pocket is second nature to me. Taking the cash out and slipping the wallet back without anyone noticing. Maybe if I can save enough I can save enough to disappear for good. Then I can truly become Davis. No more Carl, no more Munch just who I want to be, even if I do not know who that is.
Oh shit! Is that?...
"Hey! What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Fuck. Double fuck! "I'm going to fucking kill you!"
You have to catch me first, asshole. I'm fast. The fat fucker looks like he is going to have a heart attack. Smirking that I got away but being cocky can trip you up literally. Now is not the time to be clumsy, but of course I trip over my own feet.
"Well look who I have here. I have been wanting for you to screw shit up."
"Who the fuck are you?"
Flashing a badge, I bang my head against the concrete before being hauled up to my feet.
"You're under arrest."
"Really, I just thought you were a kinky bitch."
That earned me a shove against the hood of a nearby car.
"You don't know how long I have waited for one of you fuckers to slip up. Who would have thought it would be for lifting wallets."
I've done a lot worse and if I knew this wouldn't land me on the FBI's most wanted list, you would be good as dead.
"I have no idea what you're talking about man." Even if I do I'm not telling you shit!
I'm not fucking stupid.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used in a court of law."
"This is bullshit!"
"You have the right to an attorney." You're funny asshole. Tightening the cuffs on my wrist. Fuck! This is not good. Tony is going to kill me.
My head shoots up as I see a striking pair of blue eyes starting right back at me. No! You were never to see me like this. I was different with you
Getting shoved into the backseat of the car I can't stop staring at him.
A single tear falls down my face as we drive away. It would have never worked no matter what. I'm just a slave to this cruel world.
"Lets go, we're here."
I'm going to trade one prison for another.
Getting pushed through the doors along the musty corridor into a dim lit room.
"Enjoy your stay."
Fuck you!
The door slams shut which echoes through the room and in my head. If the light switches off it will be as if I was locked in that closet for the hundredth time. Closing my eyes I can still see the worry etched into his eyes. It's for the best. I'm not good and never will be.
It must be hours later because I have been in here for so long. I'm dead as soon as Tony finds out. The door creaks open but I do not lift my head off from the cold steel table.
"Hello John Doe." When I don't move, a folder slams down next to my face. "Or should I say Wyatt Carlson."
My head snaps up at that name. "That's not my name." Shaking my head as I can hear that name in the back of my head.
"That is your name but you have gone by Carl for God knows how long."
"Wyatt!" Looking around like I might see the man to that voice. I haven't heard it in so long not even when I killed the bastard. "You good for nothing little shit!" I did nothing to you I was just a little boy!
"Wyatt Carlson, son of Daryl and Lydia Carlson. Some rotten people if you ask me."
Covering my ears as I'm thrown back to being that little kid again.
"Stop it!"
"How did it feel to be a part in drugs, murder and child trafficking?"
"I don't have parents."
"If you don't get that boy to stop his fucking crying. I will tear is flesh off from his bones."
"Stop it!" My whole body shakes. I don't want to remember any of it. "Make it stop...please."
The pictures shoved in front of me should make sick. How they found them is beyond me.
"You will be in prison for a very long time. That is if they do not get to you first."
I'll be dead no matter what.
"Who the fuck are you?"
In less than ten minutes this fucker has made me break. I swore never to let this happen to me again. I'm fucking weak.
"The name is Eric Adler with the FBI and I'm here to make a deal with you."
I've heard that before and nothing pans out. They all end up dead. I'm cursed.
When I don't say anything, he just gives me a concern look.
"If you help us take down Montes. I will promise you that you can finally be free."
YOU ARE READING
My Prince Charming
General Fiction"I can't be with you." I won't let them take the one good thing in my life. "Yes, you can Davis." Just one touch from him and it feels like anything can happen. I can be anyone, but that's not reality. If I get too close to him they could hurt him...
