Thomas's DarkSkin Girlfriend!

The Devil's Gift!

After the door closes, Hoyt and Malika are alone. Malika turns and sits on the couch, gesturing for Hoyt to join her. He sits down, knowing it's best to avoid confrontation. He recognizes her true strength as a mercenary and can only imagine what she is capable of.

The air in the room feels thick and oppressive as if it were infused with unspoken words and unresolved tension, almost palpable enough to slice through. Hoyt can sense the electricity between them, a mixture of frustration and anticipation. It's Malika, who finally shatters the stillness, her voice cutting through the atmosphere like a knife.

"You're going to help me, Charlie. I need you to be vigilant, keeping a keen eye on the movements throughout the town, and listen intently to the radio for any chatter that might surface. It would also be extremely useful if you could gather details from the surrounding cities; any piece of information could be valuable." It wasn't a request, but, an order from Malika, who eyed Hoyt/Charlie with a professional demeanour.

"What exactly are you searching for?" Hoyt/Charlie narrowed his eyes at her, a mix of suspicion and wariness reflected in his expression as he leaned slightly back, assessing her intent.

"It's better for you not to know all the details, Hoyt." Malika's face is neutral. "I just need you to keep me updated on any communications from the police, medical teams, and the military!" Yet, the intensity of her gaze sharpens as she speaks. "Those conversations could be crucial, " she says, emphasizing the gravity of her request.

"What's in it for me and my family?" Hoyt/Charlie's voice drops to a low murmur, the undercurrent of anxiety is evident as he grapples with the implications of her proposal.

"Firstly, it means ensuring you don't end up on my bad side. That's a fate I wouldn't wish upon anyone. Secondly, I have powerful connections—people who owe me significant favors. I could easily persuade them to augment the security of your farm; just imagine the peace of mind you'd feel knowing your family is shielded from any threat lurking on the horizon." Despite the clear yet subtle threat to his livelihood, Malika's offer of making a fortress of the Hewitt family home was a tempting idea to Hoyt/Charlie!

"I don't want any strangers in my home!" Hoyt/Charlie's voice rises, filled with indignation and concern as the Hewitt kept the pieces of evidence of their murders within the household! It would mean more power to Malika if she were to find out!

"You seem to be hiding something, don't you? It's quite obvious. But worry not! Those men I can bring in wouldn't dare share a whisper of what they see. I've got their loyalty, which is more than what you might have." A smirk curls Malika's lips as she leans in slightly, clearly enjoying his discomfort. She was one step ahead in the game and Hoyt/Charlie knew it!

"What makes you so sure of that?!" Hoyt/Charlie locks eyes with her, his stare is unwavering and challenging, demanding an explanation as he tries to uncover her true motives.

"As I told you earlier, they are deeply indebted to me. Their loyalty is rooted in a sense of obligation; they would go to great lengths to repay those debts." A sinister smile spreads across her face, the glint in her eyes hinting at a calculated, almost predatory nature that makes it clear she knows how to wield her power.

Hoyt felt a cold shiver run down his spine, an involuntary reaction to the chilling presence before him. Malika's icy eyes pierced through him, conveying a sense of danger. Her voice, devoid of warmth, and her neutral expression were eerily reminiscent of that one unsettling night when she had confided that she couldn't sleep and decided to go for a ride in the darkness. At that moment, he realized he was grappling with the truth: she was the one responsible for the death of that unknown man found in the depths of the forest. It was becoming painfully clear to him that she was not someone to be trifled with.