Chapter 36: Chapter 36



Meg's POV

If I had been asked to describe myself in one word, strong or brave would have been one of them. I had done things and have lived through this rough world with nothing to guide me but myself. So yes, strong was the word I'd use.

But as I sat immobile on the couch with a gun pressed against my temple, I was beginning to doubt my strength. I had been in lots of situations, but nothing as peculiar as this.

Eric slipped his palm, which was situated between us, into mine and squeezed tightly, trying to reassure me or something. At that moment I didn't even know if I should be grateful or angry. A few moments ago we were at each other's throats and now he was squeezing his palms onto mine to show support. It was evident that we had some hot blood between us. Although we wouldn't in our wildest dreams, ever envision being in this position in million years. It remained to be said.

One minute we were watching the News and throwing death glares at each other, the next Charles had run out of the house as if the devil was on his trail. I had been pissed at the thought of why he had run out like that. Of course, Annabelle had to be the reason he got all hot and bothered.

I and Eric had just stood there in awe as we watched him speed out of the house. But that wasn't what had put us in this situation. It was the fact that a few hours after Charles had driven out, Eric was done with my presence and was ready to leave when we heard Charles' father drive-in with a convoy, and at that very moment, Mrs Bola was also stepping down the steps.

I tell you, it had happened so fast we couldn't have reacted. One moment we were making our way to the door and the next we were stopped dead on our tracks by the feeling of something cold and heavy on our heads.

We froze, our backs to our oppressors and our fronts to a calm looking Mrs Bola, who behind her, had her boys pointing their guns at us. We stood frozen like that for what looked like a million tiny seconds. I almost fucking wet my panties. I had never had a gun pointed at me from every direction before and that moment felt like a nightmare.

We were ushered to the couch and asked to sit without a sound. We did as we were told obviously, trying our best to act as cool as possible. Nobody fucking played with hard steel.

"Where the fuck is Charles?" We heard Mr Edward ask his wife Bola, and us in the process.

"How dare you point your fucking toys at me, Edward?" Mrs Bola replied calmly, with an undertone of anger lacing her destructive voice.

"That isn't an answer Bola." Mr Edward said as he moved away from the door and came to sit in front of us. The television was still on behind him and the reporter was still delivering the news.

"You didn't ask a question pimp." She sneered.

As I looked between the couple. I began to realize what was going on. This was a freaking family showdown and we were right in the middle of it.

Mrs Bola continued.

"How could you break your pact? You promised to leave him alone."

Mr Edwards grimaced.

"Leave him alone? You fucking brought him into this you bitch. You should never have double-crossed me. You know I have never been a forgiving man. Your parents can attest to that.

"You bastard. I should have killed you when I had the chance.

"No need crying over spilt milk Bola. You can either tell me where the key is? Or where Charles is. Either way, I need those files Bola, and I wouldn't mind showing you how serious I am by putting bullets into your little toys here."

My heart froze. Fuck no! I wasn't going to be a scapegoat in this fucked up family drama.

"Excuse me?" I whispered.

All eyes turned on me. Even the freaking reporter on TV seemed to notice my stupidity.

"I think I can help you, Mr Edward."

His eyes lighted up with interest.

"You can?" He asked, his lips turning up in a smile. I could feel Mrs Bola stare burn into me from behind but I ignored it. It was time to save my ass.

"Yes, I can," I said, trying to sound confident.

"Pray tell, how can you possibly help me, Ms Megan?" He knew my name. He fucking knew my name.

"If you are looking for Charles, you should use me. He just left here a few minutes ago and I have a pretty good idea where he's headed."

"Interesting." He said, then stood up and went to turn off the TV.

"You did that, didn't you?" I heard Mrs Bola ask from behind me. What the fuck was she doing? Was she trying to change the topic? I was trying to save myself and this bitch was trying to spoil it.

"Of course. You know me, I don't take betrayal well." He said with a smirk.

"I-" Mrs Bola continued, but was stopped by Mr Edward's raised palms on the air.

"So, What do I have to do, to get you to tell me where my son is?" He said as he settled his piercing black eyes on me. They looked just like Charles's.

"Two million dollars and my life," I said boldly. Well, if I was going to give all, I better fucking get all.

"Hmm. What's to say I wouldn't just shoot you the moment you show me where he is?"

"Well, because two million would already be in my account and I would be miles away from your bullets."

He smirked.

"I like her." He said to Bola. "Where did you get her from?" He asked, with amusement shining in his eyes.

"You hurt Charles, and you lose the code." Bola threatened instead.

"Code?" He asked, his brows knotted.

"Shit!" Mrs Bola cursed as she realized her slip up.

"So, the key is in code form? Hmm, " Mr Edward mused, as if in deep thought. "Oh, you sneaky bitch. The tattoo under his armpit. Thank you so much Bola, you have been a darling. All I need now is Charles and all this drama would be over."

Turning to me he said. "Deal baby, what's your acct details?"

"5674114567, Zenith bank," I replied immediately.

With a snap of his fingers, one of his hoodlums picked up an iPad and within minutes there was a ping on my phone. I remained still, not daring to check it out before my movement earned me a bullet.

"Go on, confirm it." He urged.

I quickly grabbed my iPad and checked out my notifications. And there it was, a transfer of two million dollars. "Confirmed," I muttered.

"Good. Let's go." He said, and one of his men grabbed me by the arms and shoved me towards the door. Turning to his men, he said, "Take care of her." Then looking at Eric, he said, "Him too."

I felt guilt wash over me. I had left him there to die.

Fuck! What was a girl to do?

"You bastard! You'll pay for this! I won't go down without a fight!" I heard Mrs Bola scream as I stumbled out the foyer and into the driveway. I was very sure she wouldn't. The woman was way more determined than I ever was.

As we headed for the car, one of his men whispered something into Edwards's ear. We all stopped in our tracks as Edward was handed a phone which he placed on his ear.

"Hello, dad."

We all heard a familiar voice call behind the speakers on his phone.

"My boy!"

Mr Edward said excitedly as If he was really happy to hear from his son. Maybe in his twisted way he was.

"I hear you've been looking for me, "

Charles said, his voice even, controlled.

"Yes Charles, I have. How did you know that?"

Mr Edward asked, brows knotted.

"I was involved in an accident dad. Someone close to me was blown to pieces in front of me. I need you, dad, mum is not picking my calls. Could you come to the roof of our office building?"

"What are you doing there Charles?"

I needed a quiet place to think dad. For the first time in my life, I need you, please.

Charles begged, his voice breaking.

"Okay, son. I'm on my way."

The call disconnected.

Oh, fuck no, this is bad, very very bad. Mr Edward handed the phone over to one of his hoodlums and turned to me.

"It seems I have no use for you anymore young lady." He said slowly, shaking his head from side to side as he collected a gun from one of his men and pointed it at me.

"Goodbye, Megan. Such a waste of real talent.

My eyes as wide as saucers I began, " Please sir, I could still be--"

Bang!

I was hit like a rock.

The last thing I remembered was hitting the ground as the world faded into nothing.