The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Andre fumbled as he took out his phone, as thumbed through the menus Rhowell suddenly dived towards him, trying to grab the phone.

Rhowell was single minded… If Andre said there was a recording, there must be one.

Once that recording was played for everyone, he was dead.

Even if Charlie didn’t kill him.

The mafia would not let him live.

With all his strength Rhowell leapt forward, no matter the cost the phone must not survive.

No phone.

No proof.

He shot towards an unsuspecting Andre, mindlessly navigating his phone.

As Rhowell began to move, so did Wesley.

With lightning speed Wesley grabbed Rhewell’s wrist and bent it backwards.

Rhewell wailed in pain.

“Don’t destroy his hand, Wesley.” Charlie spoke nonchalantly.

you do, he’ll be

Wesley before he looked back

if it weren’t for Charlie,

Charlie’s words, Wesley nodded

turned around and said to one of his men and

immediately stepped forward, tied Rhowell’s hands behind

couldn’t help but kneel on the

that his last fight failed, Rhowell was waiting for the judgment of fate like the defeated

Andre found the recording, turned the volume to

recording, Rhowell’s voice came, “Mr.

the wine in drinks of their family of

sleeping pills will take effect

in about an hour and a

poison will make their respiratory system paralyzed and eventually cause them to

family of four? Isn’t

“The girl Claudia didn’t eat at home that night and said she was going to a party

she should

thought her family was asleep and would not

coldly, “You said

she finds that they were

I had asked someone to prepare enough gasoline in