Lavender love | BxB Romance

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Night from October 13th to 14th

For the first time in his life, Charlie was grateful to his parents for their pedantic adherence to a daily routine. Since his father didn't need to go anywhere in the evenings, and his mother spent most of the day at home, their dinner was always at eight o'clock. Everything was strictly according to schedule: all the household members were present, sitting at the table, communicating, and eating delicious food. In normal families it's called a family dinner. For the Rights it was more like forced team building headed by Harriet.

After reporting on the latest news and the work he had received, Charlie patiently listened to his mother's complaints about responsibility and how they needed to check out this Raine Morgan before letting work for him. Father didn't express much enthusiasm but also didn't say anything to make Charlie worry. Rather, he gave the expected reaction about how work ennobles, instills discipline, and makes a real man. Raine's offer to talk to Charlie's parents came in very handy. It was disappointing and frustrating to realize that anyone's authority would be higher than his in father's eyes.

Charlie had a mixed feelings about them. But he saw no point in delving deep into them. Now he had a new shrine, much more significant and grand. And he was quite good at pretending to be a good boy when necessary. Years of living with his father hadn't taught him true nobility or humility, but they had instilled other, more useful skills. Wright knew how to lie outrageously when it was convenient. He knew how to wriggle out of situations and pretend without a guilty conscience. He could run away from home in various ways, hide things so that no one could find them. And even when caught, no punishment could erase these skills, could not make him change his mind. Lies had become a part of his life and a part of himself.

He pondered these thoughts on his way to his destination, after quietly escaping through his bedroom window. He had everything he needed to fit into the criminal underworld, and he even regretted not doing it sooner. Just out of spite for his father, so he could see who he had raised and maybe have a heart attack from rage and disappointment. And even dying in some kind of scuffle wouldn't be scary. What was scary was that he wouldn't have met Evan.

Evan... The only person he could never lie to. He wouldn't dare betray his trust. He would keep quiet, not say anything about what he had planned. But if Evan asks directly, his silence would probably not last long. He couldn't choose between him and even the biggest money in the world... for some reason, Charlie was firmly convinced of this. No amount of money in the world could replace Evan's presence in his life.

But money was no less important in their shared future than feelings. He needed Evan. And his lover would never want for anything.

The destination at Synhead Road turned out to be a cemetery. Charlie, unable to believe his eyes, croaked in surprise when he saw tombstones behind a low stone wall. On the one hand, it was even funny. But it involuntarily led to the thought that a cemetery was the last place where they would look for a body if something went wrong. Charlie didn't have time to look at the monuments and crypts. Darren was already there, standing on the corner in the shadow of a tree. Noticing him, Charlie approached.

"Seriously, a cemetery?" he asked instead of a greeting, "Couldn't you think of anything more original?"

"What is wrong?" Darren left his goofiness and carelessness at home and was unusually serious.

"Such a fucking unsuspicious place. Especially at ten PM."

"We probably should have met right at the police station, like, the best place to hide is in plain sight? No one gives a shit what's going on here. We didn't come here to dig up graves."