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

before he

he knew is that if it weren’t for Charlie, he would

words, Wesley

around and said to one of his men and said, “Tie

Temple soldier immediately stepped forward, tied Rhowell’s hands behind

but kneel on

that his last fight failed, Rhowell was waiting for the

the recording, turned the volume to the maximum,

Rhowell’s voice came, “Mr. Richie,

the wine

take effect in

will take effect in about an hour

will make them fall asleep first, and the poison will make their respiratory system

asked him, “A family of four? Isn’t

at home that night and said she was going to

she should be

that time, she must have thought her family was asleep and would

coldly, “You said it

finds that they were poisoned and

assured that I had asked someone