enemies | rc

vingt-neuf

charlotte's point of view
warning; very slight nsfw

if my parents and uncle didn't support me, then i would have to get to the bottom of this by myself. someone could just walk up to me and kill me. my life would end in seconds.

although i do have richard on my side... no. i couldn't trust him yet.

i really was on my own this time. no liz, no chris.

i have to stop running away from home in unpractical attires. last time i had a short ass sundress, this time i have thigh high boots that had the tallest heels i owned. although it barely hurt by now, walking in heels for a prolonged amount of time was the worst torture i could put my injury through.

i was almost limping by the time i actually stopped walking. i realized i was standing in front of the movie theatre. i had to take a deep breath as i gripped my thigh to stop the pain from coming back.

"babe! thank god you finally arrived." a deep voice said as they wrapped their arm around my waist and pulled me to walk beside them. "we're going to be late for the movie."

of fucking course. who else could it had been? it was none other than richard who was pulling me inside.

"don't fight me, please." he whispered in my ear. "i saw two men following you, i couldn't leave you alone."

i pressed my lips together. i didn't know if he was telling the truth, but if he was and i walked out right now i didn't know if i could handle them by myself. i was actually glad i was with richard. i had missed him, even though we had seen each other in the morning.

"we might as well see the movie." i smiled and grabbed his hand to pull him inside. he smiled back at me.

there was something about richard that kept pulling me towards him. the more i tried to stay away, the more he managed to be with me. i couldn't help but take a good look at his face once we were at our seats. this didn't go unnoticed by him, who turned to look at me with a smirk on his lips. i looked down, my cheeks began to heat up.

he placed his hand on my thigh, but he didn't move it higher like he does all the time. disappointed? i am. i had to resist the urge to grab it myself and move it up my skirt. i almost gasped out loud when he finally moved his hand, but only to place it on top of my bandaged wound and slowly rub circles on it with his thumb.

"i should've protected you." he murmured and i felt him look at me. "i'm sorry."

i looked up to meet his eyes. why was he apologizing? he couldn't have done anything to prevent me from getting shot. twice. while he was nearby.

...am i sure he's not the one getting me shot?

i reached for his face. his eyes never left mine. i hesitated as my hand hovered over his cheek. i moved it downwards and finally placed it behind his neck so i could pull him towards me and press my lips against his.

i felt him sigh against my lips. his hand's grip on my thigh slightly tightened, which made me wince. he smiled and apologized before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me towards him so i could straddle him. he gripped my hips. i felt his semi erection on my inner thigh.

i suddenly pulled away from him. i had to find who was trying to kill me, not make out with richard in a bloody movie theatre.

"i have to go." i murmured and tried to stand up, but richard held my hips to keep me in place.

"you're not safe." he tried to reason with me.

"i'm not safe anywhere." i bit my lip. "i have to go. christopher knows who you really are. if he sees us together, he'll tell everyone. they'll think i'm
betraying them."

"but you'd be betraying your heart if you left me."

i closed my eyes. "i have to go." i repeated.

i felt his lips on mine again. i placed my hands on each side of his head to stop him, but then i relaxed into the kiss. i unconsciously bucked my hips and he groaned against my lips. i smirked and pulled away from him.

"i'm serious. i have to go."

"princess..." he insisted. "you have to let me tell you what i know."

i bit my bottom lip. he placed a hand on my thigh and i winced, he placed it right where i was injured. i immediately got up and tried to walk away, so he followed me.

"charlotte, i'm fucking serious too. someone out there is out to kill you and i have the slightest idea of who it may be."

i stopped abruptly, making him collide with me. "who is it?"

"nobody. it's literally nobody– don't look at me like that i'm being serious." he frowned. "that's the name the police gave him. he's been killing the head of powerful families for a couple of years now. he killed an european spy leader a little over six months ago, and now he's out to get you. his past crimes make me think he's our guy," richard cut himself off. he scratched the back of his neck nervously. "but, uhh, i have no real evidence that could link him to you."

"obviously, he can't be working alone." i said after letting all this information sink in. "but then again, this is all circumstantial. what if you're wrong? he can be a suspect, but without concrete evidence i can't report this to my un– boss."

"i know your 'boss' is your uncle, charlotte. i also know you are supposed to be in his place, you're the head of your family, not him!"

"neither of us would be in that place if your father hadn't tried to kill my parents!"