Charlie's

Chater 42

BPOV

I wasn't sure where I was gonna go, I knew I was being followed as I got to my car in the parking lot. I'd deal with that soon, I just had to get to my house and pack a bag and moved like the fucking wind before he came after me. I could lose the boys soon enough..my father taught me how to lose a tail years ago...for a reason similar to this I suppose, I thought sarcastically.

Pulling up in front of my apartment, I switched off the engine and run for my door. I packed a bag as fast as I could. How I managed I didn't know...I was a panting mess ready to pass out at any minute. I chucked some random clothes in a duffel bag I found in the back of my closet, running to the bathroom I grabbed shampoo, toothpaste and my toothbrush. I had my bag in the car with my purse in it..I could buy whatever I needed when I got to where I was going.

After grabbing everything I needed, that I couldn't buy whenever I there, I was off.

Running back to my car, I started it up and shot out the parking lot like my ass was on fire, I saw the black Sedan following me in the rear view mirror...fuck...Time to lose the boys.

Taking the back streets, I took as many left and rights as I could, I tried to lose them at every turn I I thought I'd lost them, I'd let out a breath only to see they'd reappeared in the rear view again...for fuck sake..of course they've been trained too. I thought fuck it as I drove into the middle of the night's traffic and headed to the 101, I was hoping I could lose them on there.

My heart was slamming against my fucking rib cage, I had sweaty hands and they were gripping the steering wheel with all the strength I had left...and it weren't much I assure you.

Pulling onto the 101..I looked back and saw nothing...did I lose them? I drove another few miles, seeing no sign of them and let out a deep breath.

I was starting to feel sorry for the fuckers that deal with Edward on a daily basis..being on the bad side of Edward...it wasn't much fun.

For the next 3 and a half hours while I was driving I was thinking about what he told me...which was a lot..my brain was a scrambled mess. What I'd been told was like information overload and my brain was trying to process it it wasn't making much sense even to me at the minute.

My dad was in the mob...my fucking dad, I loved him with everything in me...was someone I really didn't know at all and that hurt a lot more than Edward having me by the throat.

I was trying to think…..How the fuck I'd managed to miss it all? Was I really that naive? I always saw myself as the perceptive sort of person I mean I noticed a lot that others would probably miss. So how did I miss something so important? I mean he had a whole other life that I didn't know about, well if what Edward said was true.

Then there's the fact that the man I despised more than any other was actually related to and had my father killed. And for what? Did he really have to kill him? I bet that sick fuck did that shit just for the hell of it...from what I've been told about him so far it was more than likely just a sick game he was playing.

Now I had to watch my back more than ever cos although he was after me before...for making him look like the tool when he was in front of the people at the funeral..he actually had something to lose now. Or so he thinks.

Did I wanna take over when Aro was out the way? That would be a big job and it's not like I knew what I was doing, is it? But maybe I could learn, I'd seen a few things over the last few weeks. My father died trying to reclaim his spot and save his family's name. Do I try and finish what he started?

I know I'm pissed and hurt by all the lies, but he was still my dad at the end of the day.

I was trying to come up with all these plans and make sense of everything but I guess it really was a moot point because if I ever came out the woodwork Edward was more likely to kill me anyway..for nearly getting his parents killed.