Charlotte couldn’t remember the last time she was able to walk around Eden by herself. The fact that she wasn’t even allowed to be by herself made her want to rebel even more against the people holding her hostage in this god-forsaken town. If it meant sneaking out of the backdoor of The Pyramid while her bodyguards were distracted by their lapdances (which is exactly what she did this evening), then she would happily take advantage of the opportunity.
She walked down the sidewalk with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable. The mob had soldiers all over Eden that could easily recognize her and take her back home, but something told her to keep walking, don’t go back, have a few fleeting minutes of time to herself.
Fleeting was definitely an understatement, however. She was only out for a few minutes before she spotted a group of three mob associates walking in her direction, too consumed in their conversation to notice her, but still a threat to her exposure. Panicking, she turned around and came face to face with someone, and before thinking, she said, “Talk to me. Look like we know each other. Please.”
