The Good, The Bad and The Gorgeous- One Direction

Chapter One- Charlotte

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Charlotte's POV

I stood outside the wharehouse in the cold, waiting. For the next life we would be ruining.  The freezing wind hitting my face as it whistled carelessly. The flickering lights, only slightly shining on the road ahead. My long, curly brown hair flew back in the wind and my fringe parted in the middle. My regulation black clothing and long coat framed my tall, toned body and my bright blue eyes searched the road ahead for sign of the next ruined life.

The regular black van pulled up quickly and out popped the man i called my father followed by some of his men. They pulled a scared young girl out of the back followed by bags of money. It was a bank robbery tonight, and the girl must have been a worker that had stayed to lock up. She didnt deserve to be taken she was younger than me, I was 18 and she looked about 17.

"Hey Charlotte! Look how much we got, and we got this" My dad yelled as he threw the girl to me. "Take her down to the holding cells, we'll decide what to do with her in the morning"

I did as I was told, taking her round the back of the wharehouse and down hundreds of stairs. We got to the cells and i found the most comfortable and clean one to put her in. She cowered in the corner, keeping a big distance between me and her.

"I promise, I wont hurt you. Whats your name?" I whispered quietly.

"Delilah" She murmured

"My name is Charlotte, Im so sorry Delilah, but do what everyone says and you should be fine ok?" I stated. She nodded, so i walked back out. Locked the door and made my ascent to the top of the stairs.

Once i reached the top, my father was still unloading the money from the back of the Van, there was so much there that it seemed never ending. Because of his passion for crime, I got almost everything I wanted. I had a car, a flat, computers,laptops, phones and televisions. Some people would say I had a great life if they didnt know the circumstances. They would think, I had a great dad who provided for me and was always there for me, a great house and car and a well paid job. No one would think about how bad this is for me.

I dont have alot of friends, the only ones i have are in the criminal business, so they think im great. They suck up to me because my dad is in charge, and they are always asking for something bigger and better. Ultimately its not up to me what happens to them, Its up to my father.

I made my way over to my father to help him unload the last of the money out of the van. He looked at me and smiled.

"Im so proud of you Charlotte." He whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. That was the first time he ever said something like that. He was proud of me. I smiled and hugged him quickly. He seemed shocked and tensed up abit. I let go but he pulled me back in for a hug again. He was finally starting to act like a dad again.

"Anyway, enough mushy stuff. Meeting in 10 minutes in my office." He barked, I laughed and walked away.

I made my way to the kitchen, which i found completely empty. Perfect. I grabbed sandwhich ingrediets, a coke, some crisps and a bar of chocolate and indulged in a late night snack. Exactly 8 minutes later, I was finished so i put the evidence in the bin and made my way to my Dad's office.

"So, Everyone. You are probably wondering why you are here? Yes?" My dad asked, There was a chorus of yes's. So he continued.

"Well I have a plan." He smirked evily.

"Which is....?" I urged

"There are a certain five boys that when kidnapped would earn us alot of money, in ransom fee's. I have planned this to a tee and this will take place on Friday. Since its Tuesday that gives us 3 days to prepare. Everyone ok with this? Yes? Good. Now GET OUT" He yelled, I hung back.

"Im going to go back to my flat, Is that OK?" I said

He nodded, so i made my way back to my flat. It was large and spacious, with blue leather everywhere. The walls are plain white with some inspirational phrases written on them. It has two bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom and a kitchen. They are all decorated the same because that is the way i like it.

I slumped down on the couch in the middle and flicked on the TV. Hopefully watching some hopeless singers might take my mind off the next big kidnap. The next few lives to be ruined.

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