Charlotte just nodded, calm as ever. She took in the chaos around her, then strolled over to Shirley.
“Charlotte…” Shirley’s voice was small and tight, her eyes fixed on the mess of people fighting in the living room.
Charlotte glanced at the scene and gave a faint, amused smile. “If those two can’t handle a few scrawny punks, they’ve wasted eighteen years of meals.” She gently pressed three fingers to Shirley’s grandma’s wrist, her brow knitting as she checked her pulse. “Take your grandma to the back room and stay there. Don’t come out, no matter what.”
“But what about you?” Shirley clung to Charlotte’s hand, her worry clear. “I heard Dennis sent these guys. There are at least a dozen more outside.”
If they all stormed in, Charlotte might really be in trouble.
Dennis? That actually caught Charlotte off guard for a second. Henry Dean was the sort of guy who knew when to back down, which made it kind of hilarious his son turned out so dumb and reckless. If Dennis wanted to play games, fine. She’d play along. She’d make sure it was a game he’d never forget.
Once Shirley and her grandma were safe, Charlotte turned back around. Five thugs were sprawled on the floor, faces battered and bruised, groaning in pain. Andrew and Parrish leaned against the wall, sucking in air, but thankfully, both were fine.
The lead thug wiped blood from his nose and stared at them, terrified. “Do you even know who you’re messing with? You’re all dead. Our boss will make sure of it.”
Andrew pressed his foot right into the guy’s face. He leaned down and tapped the thug’s head with the metal pipe he’d picked up. “Oh yeah? Who’s your boss? Go on, tell me. I could use a laugh.” Honestly, the only person who ever made Andrew nervous was Anthony. Well, maybe now there were two. Anthony and Charlotte.
“It’s Dennis. His dad’s a big deal in both the legit and shady worlds. You’re all screwed,” the thug threatened, trying to sound tough. “He’s right outside. He already knows what’s happening and he’ll be in here any second.”
Dennis? Still not learned his lesson?
“So Dennis is still pissed about getting kicked out. Too scared to take on Charlotte, so he’s going after Shirley instead,” Parrish muttered, rolling his eyes.


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