Chapter 12
Lincoln
We took another vote at the meeting as usual and decided that a long-term contract with Andrew Williams would work out well for us. Ford congratulated me for a job well done, but I left out the part where I’d visited Andrew in his office and manipulated him into hiring us.
As of now, I had no idea if the Williams’ were in any real danger. If those threats he’d been receiving were even legitimate. I couldn’t believe how easily he’d fallen for the story I’d made up. Whatever it was, he was definitely very afraid.
And this way, I’d be close to Charlotte and the baby. I deserved to know the truth if I was the father of that child!
After the meeting, I declared to the rest of the clan that I’d take first shift at the Williams house. Once I’d discussed the details with him and the family, we could formulate a plan for the rest of the clan. They agreed and I rode out to the Williams’ address.
I’d never been there before and this was the first time I got to see the kind of splendor Charlotte had grown up in.
The house was a mansion, with sprawling manicured gardens and a fountain in the driveway. I parked my car beside a Limousine and knocked on the door, which was opened by a housekeeper.
For a few moments, the woman just stared up at me. I could see she was alarmed to see me there and was wondering if I was here to rob them.
“I’m here for Mr. Williams,” I said and she continued staring at me without a word. She was still in shock.
“Lincoln!” It was Adrew, bounding down the winding staircase behind the housekeeper. He was in a robe and pajamas. I hadn’t realized how late it was, and that regular people were in bed by this time.
“It’s okay Bertha, let Lincoln come in,” he said and greeted me at the door.
“I’m taking the first shift,” I informed him and he looked pleased to hear that. I could see now that Andrew trusted me completely, he had faith in me to keep his family safe from harm.
Bertha, the housekeeper, walked away, and Andrew led me in to the living room. While I followed him, I looked around. There was marble everywhere, paintings and portraits on the walls and thick curtains and soft carpet on the floor.
I couldn’t remember ever being inside a house like this. It was a sudden reminder of how different Charlotte and my lives were. Was this why she didn’t want to speak to me? Why she was running away from me? Was it because she looked down on me? Didn’t think I was good enough to be a father to her child?
“So, you will watch over the house all night?” Andrew asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
We were in the living room now and Andrew was standing in front of me with his hands in the pockets of his robe.
“Yes, I’ll be here. You can sleep tight,” I replied and he smiled weakly at me.
“I can’t say that my wife and daughter are thrilled to have a stranger in the house, but they’re aware of the necessity. I’m doing this for them,” Andrew said, shaking his head.
“You don’t have to worry,” I replied.
“You can look around the house, around the premises if you need to. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll let Bertha know to give you some food if you’re hungry,” he continued.
“I’m fine, thanks,” I said and went over to sit down on the luxurious looking couch in the middle of the room.
Andrew stood nervously by, staring at me like he didn’t know what he was supposed to do next.
“You can go to bed, Mr. Williams,” I told him, in a slightly authoritative voice, snapping him out of whatever nightmare he was having now.
“Okay, yes, thank you,” he replied, stammering with his words.
Then I watched him leave. I could hear his footsteps on the staircase as he made his way upstairs. I gave it a few more minutes, waiting for him to settle down in his room. Then I stood up.
There was a stone fireplace in the living room. On the mantlepiece, there were framed photographs of the Williams family. I could see pictures of Charlotte through the years.
Even as a kid, there was a fire in her eyes. Like a kid you didn’t mess with.
Then I saw her as a teenager and more recent photographs. She was beautiful in all of them…flawless. I could feel my cock moving in my pants as I looked at a picture of her in a yellow summer dress, her breasts spilling out the deep neck. I had to clench my fists to stop myself from swaying under the effect this woman had on me.
Several minutes had gone by since Andrew left the room. He’d given me free reign of the house and I had every intention of utilizing it. I stepped out of the living room, taking care not to make too much noise and alert Bertha.
Then I took the stairs up. There were innumerable rooms along the hallway, and I had no idea which one Andrew was in, and which was Charlotte’s. I used my powerful sense of smell to figure out which one was hers.
I caught her scent immediately coming from the room at the end of the hallway, the one with light spilling out from under the door. I walked towards it, mindful of creaking floors. The closer I got to it, the stronger my heart thudded in my chest.
I couldn’t wait to see her again. To hear her voice. I opened the door without knocking.