Playing with The Devil *Book 2*

*Like Father Like Daughter*

Charlie's POV

   "You have got to be fucking kidding me." I spoke my thoughts.

   "Hello Charlotte." He spoke. Ben excused himself from the room, obviously feeling the tension building.

    "What the fuck are you doing here and how the hell did you find me?" I snapped.

    "Can't a father visit his daughter?" He said crossing his arms and leaning back in the leather chair. I scowled at him.

   "You lost the right to call me your daughter the moment you first laid your hands on me." I said, my stance instantly growing even more stiff. He simply shrugged and took a sip of his drink. 

    "How's your mother?" He asked, a look of pure curiosity sat on his face. My scowl dropped and my blood ran cold. 

   "She died five years ago." I spoke with a cold tone. Sadness flashed across his features but he quickly masked it with a plain expression.

   "Sad. How did she die?" He asked. I scowled at him.

   "Breast Cancer." I gritted. He hummed softly and nodded off to himself.

   "Why didn't I hear of her ever getting cancer?" He questioned looking back at me. 

   "If you are here to pester me about my dead mother then get the fuck out of my house." I snapped at him and glared. He chuckled softly.

   "That is not why I am here Charlotte." He said trailing off at the end. 

   "Then why are you here?" I questioned. He stood up and took a step towards me. I instantly took one back. He turned his head slightly before chuckling. 

   "I see somethings never change." He spoke chuckling more. 

  ~Flashback~

   "How dare you disrespect me! I told you to do something simple yet you couldn't get it through your fucking head." Papa said slamming his belt down onto my back. 

   "Ow! Papa I'm sorry! I won't  do it again!" I had just turned ten the other day. Papa told me to wash the dishes before he got home but I had been to busy playing with my dolls to notice what he said. I should know better. 

   "You are a worthless child you know. You can't do anything right." He said with one last hit before dropping the belt and walking away. 

  ~Flashback Over~

 A few years after that is when he had walked away from our family. Mother didn't know about the beatings I had taken until two years after he left and I finally spoke up. 

   "Let's go on a walk." He said putting his coat on. I grabbed my out of my bag and slid it on, making sure to keep my distance from the man. We left my house in silence, even a pin drop could be heard.

   "How is your family?" I asked breaking the silence.

   "They are lovely. My oldest, Carol had a beautiful baby girl last year." He said. He spoke so highly of them and they aren't even his blood related kids.

   "Did you hit them too?" I bit out. He looked over to me and sighed.

   "No, I have never hit them." He said before looking forward.

   "So why are you here? To make my life worse?" I asked stopping and turning to him. He stopped as well and looked at me. 

   "I heard you've become quite powerful in the Mafia world."  I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

   "Where did you hear that?" I asked with a bored expression.

   "I have my ways. I also know that you used to be quite close to the Mafia king himself. Do you still talk to him?" He questioned.

   "Why does it fucking matter." I grumbled.

   "Because he took something from me that I want back. He needs to pay for what he has taken. So tell me, do you still hold contact with him?" He pushed. 

   "No I don't. We stopped having all contact five years ago." I lied. He raised an eyebrow at me.

   "You better not be lying to me." He paused before his hand shot out and gripped my elbow.

   "Because I hate liars." He spoke calmly. I pulled my elbow out of his grip and scowled at him further. 

   "Maybe you should just mind your own fucking business and stay the hell out of mine." I said stepping back, creating some distance between us. He just watched my actions with a raised eyebrow.

   "You are stubborn. You get that from me. You know the saying, 'Like father, like daughter.'" He said tapping his chin softly, like he was thinking. 

   "Don't call me your daughter. You may be my biological parent but you sure as hell aren't my dad. Go back to where ever the hell you came from and never show your face to me again or I swear to god I will kill you." I spoke with venom. He stepped back and raised his hands in surrender. 

    "I will be on my way now Charlotte, but I promise you, this will not be the last time you see me." He said before glancing at me one more time before turning around and began walking down the empty street. With a huff I turned around and started my walk back to my house. 

   When I got home Ben was in the kitchen cooking something random, trying to seem busy. I walked further into the kitchen and sat on one of the stools. My head instantly dropped my into my arms and I just shut my eyes. He has no right to come here after so long and still think he can call me his daughter. Not after all that he had done to our family. 

  The noise of a plate being sat down made my head leave my arms. A plate of strawberry pancakes with a cosmic brownie sat in front of me. I looked up at Ben and gave him a sad smile, which he returned. I mumbled a quick thank you before digging into the food. 

    "Do you want to talk about it?" Ben asked. After we had ate we walked into the Livingroom where him and I both sat in the large chair. I sat in his lap and he played with my hair softly. He knew I was conflicted after seeing my dad and he knew I just needed comfort, but I knew the question would arise eventually. 

   "He asked me if I still had contact with Jacob." I mumbled out playing with my fingers. 

   "Why would he want to know that?" He questioned slightly surprised.

   "He said Jacob stole something from him and he wanted it back. He also said how Jacob needs to pay for what he did. He wasn't very specific about what he had taken though." I said looking up at Ben. He gave a thoughtful look before shrugging.

   "Well did you tell him that you have seen him?" Ben asked. I shook my head.

   "I said I haven't spoke to him in five years." I said. He gave me a nod.

   "I told him when he got here that you were at Kat's who had been staying a few hours away. He seemed to believe it." Ben said. I smiled thankfully at him.

   I wonder what would of happened if I had told my father that I had been keeping in contact with Jacob. I wonder if he would of tried to use me to get to him. No I don't think so because I could say we aren't that close. 

   "Disney movies?" Ben asked bringing me out of my thoughts. I smiled and moved off of Ben's lap and sat down next to him. He grabbed my legs and propped them against his lap as he put Moana on the TV. 

    I guess a good Disney movie should make me feel better. Or at least I hope it does. But the lingering question remained in my head. What did Jacob take from my father that he wanted back?