Chapter 82
CHARLOTTE’S POV
“I can’t help you two again! All I have ever done is hurt people since I decided to do your bid… You told me Chase will be mine if I get rid of her, it’s 4 years already. Chase isn’t even looking at my side!” I yelled.
“Because you’re not trying” He chuckles and smirk at me.
I stared at it and push my tears back. This can’t be happening to me.
It’s been four years and I have swore not to visit him again, but I’m here again. Because everything he told me was a lie.
“I am! I have been trying but everything you said was a lie. You made me stain my hand with blood!”
“You really don’t have to act like that over such little thing” he said to me and chuckle again.
I watched him light up his cigarette and take the smoke then pull out his phone and stare at it.
He suddenly laughs! “Great news!” He said and look at me.
I glared at him and finally sits down cleaning my tears. I’m already tired and sick of everything.
Despite all my sacrifice, Chase doesn’t seem to even realize the fact that I have always been waiting for him.
“What do you want?” I asked him and he smirk.
He stood up and walk to me, he stopped in front of me and touch the stride of my hair.
“You won’t have to do dirty things now. I just want you to bring someone to me and all my games with you is over” he smiled.
I glare at him again and looks away. “Who is it?”
He chuckles and sat down. “The girl with Chase, I want you to bring her to me”
“You mean Calista..? Why?” I asked him.
He didn’t say a word for while as he just smokes, then he looks at me and leaning closer to me… He muttered.
“Cause she’s special. All Mafias will haunt her now! Everyone wants her… Cause she’s special, I need her first!… Get her for me or I’ll have your dirty tricks revealed”
I swallowed and stare at him, with his words on my mind.
“Everyone wants her… All Mafias will haunt her now, cause she’s special”
“I won’t do that. She’s not someone to mess with, not when she’s under Chase’s protection so snap it out!”
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“Chase, the last meal you made for me was too salty and I almost die. Just let me fix the meal and stop being hard” Calista said and Chase turn to look at her.
“What? Are you making fun of me now?”
Calista smile and shake her head negatively. Despite arguing and cussing Chase everyday, he always run back to being nice to her.
Guess he just can’t stay away neither can he keep his word.
“Let me make the breakfast okay?” Chase finally nods and stepped back , giving room for Calista to go over to the counter.
When she was backing him and trying to reach out to the pan on the top shelf but couldn’t reach it, Chase smiled.
He walk and stand behind her, then help her bring the pan down.
Calista turn to look at him and then gave him a wren smile.
“Thank you ”
She turns her back at him again to cook but this time, Chase wrapped his hand around her waist and smell her hair.
Calista swallowed.
He had actually made it clear and gave her reason why he can’t be with her, is he going to keep playing with her feelings everyday?
“I’m trying to cook” Calista said, with her voice cracking.
Chase didn’t say a word but instead he kissed her neck and Calista shivered as she bite her lower lips not to moan.
Just having his mouth on her skin was already making her wet.
Chase sure knew the best way to tease her and he doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop it anytime soon.
She forced her self to push Chase away and then turn her face towards him, but Chase cupped her face and claimed her lips.
Calista didn’t know the best way to react, The fact that Chase is doing all this for his own pressure breaks her.
So, she refused to kiss back and instead shut her mouth. Refusing to let Chase’s tongue into her mouth.
He stopped kissing her and stare at her, with his hand holding Calista’s arm.
“You’re still mad at me?” He asked her.
Calista looked at him directly in the eyes. She’d end up getting hurt over and over if she allows her feelings take over her.
She removed her gaze at Chase and swallow. “I’m going back to my room, I feel sick” she said slowly and turn to leave but Chase didn’t let her.
He held her hand still and made her stare at him. “Avoiding me?”
Calista used all the might in her to remove her hand from Chase’s grip and without a word, she dashed out of the kitchen.
Comforting herself not to cry, she rushed upstairs, headed to her room.
Chase sigh and touched his lips. He just can’t control himself whenever he’s around her and he hates that so much.
But Maybe, this time.. it’s because he have come to realize that he’s not only hurting Calista, but he’s hurting himself too.
Calista have become his shadow and he can’t keep himself down whenever he sees her.
She seems to have become his little obsession. A prey he can’t avoid.
His phone rang and Chase pulls it out and stare at the screen. It was Tyrell calling.
Chase sighed and clicked on receive, then he placed the phone on his ear.
“What?” He asked.
From Tyrell side, he swallowed nervously. Ofcourse he knows Chase is not going to believe him this time.
He don’t even believe the words he heard. He got too shocked but still, Chase have to know the truth no matter how bitter it is.
“Boss…” Tyrell calls and Chase sighed.
“You gonna talk?”
“Remember Lucifer telling you something about Prey? Trent telling you to protect a girl? Remember every thing about protect!?” Tyrell said and Chase swallowed.
He’s not sure he’s ready to hear whatever it is Tyrell is trying to pull.
“Ya, what?”
“They’re all saying that because they found out Calista is Luciano Profaci’s daughter. Calista is the Mafia gang leader’s lost daughter… They knew! They knew this before us”
Chase removed the phone and stare at the screen, Tyrell is again, joking!
“Have you been taking drugs lately? What’s up with all your new update!?”
“I’m not lying Boss. Believe me! Calista Raymonds is Lucia Profaci!”
Chase dropped the phone on the counter and sat down.
Rowan suddenly brag into the kitchen and Chase looks at him. Rowan raised his brows as he looks down on Chase.
“Is it true?” Chase asks his brother and Rowan swallowed again before he nodded.
“I just find out too. She is Lucia Profaci”