Wild ||Edward Nygma|| [2]

Chapter Seventeen || Freak

"When a flower doesn't bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower."

- Alexander Den Heijer

"Be careful with that blonde one," the man who was dragging Charlotte warned as he passed her on to another one of his partners. "She just killed Peter".

Gabe sighed and Charlotte glared at him hatefully. "It's his own fault. I warned him to be careful with her. She's a fighter that one".

The other four men laughed. "We'll take our time with that bitch then," one of them said. They all laughed again and Charlotte was tied to a chair along with Ivy, right beside Oswald who stared daggers at Gabbe. Then one of the men started taking pictures of Oswald. The flash hurt Oswald's eyes and he closed them for a moment.

"Make sure you get him from all sides," Gabe ordered. "Potential bidders need to know that he's alive and well. Once we get these delivered, the auction can begin".

Hate was too much of a nice word to describe what Charlotte was feeling for the man standing in front of her. She wanted to rip out his entrails and choke his friends with them. There was no way she would let anyone hurt Oswald or Ivy. She had to think of something.

One of the guys had left the house and returned with a pink box in his hands. "Forgot these in the car. Cannolis from Alberto's, boss".

"Thank God. I'm starved," Gabe smiled. "Alberto's are my favorite".

Ivy turned to Oswald with a bored expression. "Looks like you got yourself into quite the pickle".

He made a face at her, confused out of his mind by her need to mock him when she was in the same situation he was. "You're sitting right next to me. I think our fates are somewhat intertwined".

"Oh, no. Charlotte and I will be fine," Ivy stated confidently. Charlotte looked at her hopefully. It seemed like Ivy had already concocted some sort of plan to free them.

Oswald looked between Charlotte and Ivy even more confused than before. "What? What are you talking about?"

Ivy refused to tell him. "Totally fine".

"If you have a plan, tell me. Tell me". Ivy ignored him. "What? You want me to beg? Is that it?"

"I want you to be nice to me!" She snapped at him.

The crease in his forehead deepened. "Nice to you?"

"Yes! Is that so much to ask?" She shouted frustratedly.

Oswald sighed but tried his best to smile convincingly at the redhead. "No. No, it's not. Okay, I'll be nice. I promise. Now, what is your plan? Lay it on me".

Ivy looked at him with an emotionless expression. "Watch and learn". Then she turned to the men eating the canolli. "Oh, yoo-hoo. Canolli guy". The man who brought the canolli looked back. "Hey, quick question". He walked away from the others and approached Ivy. "If I had information, like, really good information that would get you a ton more money for Penguin, would you let me and Charlotte go?"