Gang Phantom
Chapter 11
Why Wouldn't She Tell Me?
Rhoul sat in his studies, looking over paper and the newspaper. The air was warm because of a fire going further to his right. It flickered and a popping sound echoing to his ears. Heat waved throughout the room, having Rhoul confrontable. A knock was faintly heard at the door. Charlotte was in his bed sleeping off the exhaustion from the fun they had earlier that day. The thin sheets only covered half of her body, showing him her breasts. Rhoul stood up from his seat, eyeing at the woman sleeping naked under a thin sheet. He smirked, thinking what he can do once he was finished with business. The French man walked over to the door, opening it to find one of his men standing there. He was a recent recruit that they found in France. "Philip? What do I owe the pleasure?" Rhoul asked him. The blonde kid was silent for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts on how to say these words. No one was in the hallway early this morning. The sun was barely up this morning which had Philip in ease. He didn't want anyone listening to this conversation. He was already risking himself by talking to the leader.
"This woman we're after, Christine..." He trailed out. Rhoul raised a brow at this, confused by his behavior. What about this Christine? What is that Philip needed to know? Rhoul shifted himself so that he was leaned against the door frame to show the boy he was relaxed. Philip seemed to relax himself when seeing the action, he was taking. "Sh-She is not going to be killed after all this is done, right?" Rhoul let out a smile of reassurance.
"I have a feeling you know this girl more than you let on." Rhoul spoke out softly, but the boy knew what that meant. He was a bit angry about information that was withheld from him. "Is there anything you know about this girl, Christine?" Philip swallowed with nervousness. He was scared of him. He was beyond scared of him. The only reason why he was here being because of the relationship he has with Rhoul's father. It being a blood relationship; being his son from another woman. Yes, that was the only reason he was still alive as of late. Rhoul didn't like him, Philip knew, but their father did and saw potential in Philip. Rhoul only kept him alive for their father's sake of happiness. Philip kept his mouth shut for a moment, fear growing inside his blue eyes. Rhoul gazed at him with unwavering eyes, knowing that Philip has a close relationship with this girl that Erik is fond of.
"Not a lot. She's a very shy girl." He answered, knowing that if he lied, it wouldn't matter if his was half related to him or not, he would die on his hands. Rhoul grinned even more at this, already loving this turn of events. He had a member who knew Christine well. Philip watched him fearfully. "You're not going to hurt her, right? I know that she a pawn to get to that bastard Fantôme, but when all of that is done, she will not get hurt, right?" He asked. Rhoul looked over to his little half-brother, thinking this over. Rhoul thought about keeping her himself, but he guessed Philip could have her. Considering that Philip was his half-brother and all. Maybe he could do something nice for him for just this once.
"No, she won't get hurt, dear brother." Rhoul said. "In fact, you'll get to keep her after this war is over." Rhoul stated, then closed the door. Philip frown after Rhoul was out of sight, his shoulders slouching. He messed up. He shouldn't have gone to Christine when he came back here. He just hadn't seen her in so long that he had to run to her. He knew about the crush she had on him. However, the twins followed him to her apartment, cornering me when they saw me talking to a girl. He had to do all those things. He had to hurt her on purpose to keep his life along with hers. And Christine thinking that she had done something that would cause him to hate her. Philip almost lost it then and there. She thought it was her fault that he was hurting her. Philip could only say that one name to try and let her know that the old Philip was there, but it is trapped. However, she couldn't see that, he knew. The fear that was held in those brown eyes told him that she believed in his acting, believed that he hated her. Philip could only pray that nothing will harm her. He was kind of glad that he knew that Erik guy will watch over. Kind of glad.
He never liked that gang leader. He heard all the stories from the other guys, the horror that came when you were in his presence. People had started calling him the Meurtrier de Fantôme. They had others names for him, like Assassin Fantôme (1), or Faucheuse (2). He came and went, like a ghost, finishing a job. He was the smartest leader that was out there, and most gangs knew that they shouldn't dare try to declare war. Philip didn't know why Rhoul was so held bent on ending Erik, but Philip was with him 100 percent. He needed to be gone.
Philip sighed and turned away. He wasn't sure how this will end. He fears that Christine might die in either Erik's hands, or Rhoul's. Either way was bad enough. He had to do something to save Christine from this fight, but he knew that they will find them. Philip walked down the steps, heading for the other grand room that his father gave to him when he moved back to the states. Philip opened the white door leading to his room. The room wasn't as big as Rhoul's, but he didn't mind it. Honestly, he didn't want such a big room for just himself. The hardwood floors polished and the brown walls bringing a calmness out of him. The light was dim lite and the furniture was placed to make the room more spacy. Philip had closed the door behind him, climbing on top of his queen-sized bed. Sleep should help him relieve some stress.
Rhoul sighed contently to himself when he went back inside his room. Everything was falling into place perfectly. He walked over to the bed, hovering over the sleeping woman on it. He trailed his kisses on her neck, pulling a moan of pleasure out of her lips. She stirred at this, groaning to herself. She could feel Rhoul's weight on her, and felt the third leg on her leg. She grinned at this, knowing that the French man was very happy. "Can't let a lady have her beauty sleep?" She questioned with a giggle. She opened her eyes, turning her head over to look at him. He pulled back wore a big smile on his gorgeous face. His hair falling to his face.
"Not when I heard very good news." Rhoul whispered to Charlotte's ear. The feel of his breath had her shiver in delight. A gasp was sounded by it, and her eyes closed for a second to enjoy the feeling of this man. His mouth traveled to her jaw, back to her neck, creating more dark spots on her skin. "I am very happy right now, and you are the only outlet to express this happiness." He told her. She moaned at this, feeling his mouth traveling to her breasts, Rhoul taking his time to devour them. The dark beauty looked down at him, watching in a trance. Hands traveled down to her legs that were covered by the sheets still. She squirmed underneath him, wanting more from him.
"What is the very good news?" She asked, somewhat knowing it was about Christine and the plan to destroy the Phantom gang. As much as the woman annoyed her, she knew she had to get over it for Rhoul's sake and for her very own life. She can't wait till that toad is gone from her sights forever. Rhoul chuckled at this, going up to meet her lips. They kissed deeply, enjoying the battle of dominance. A battle he always won.
"Remember that little brother that my father had with another woman back in France?" Charlottes nodded her head, having met the boy not too long ago. "I just found out that he knows this Christine and he's going to help me trap Erik in this game." The woman scoffed at this, but kept her mouth shut. "This turn of events is just what I need to get Erik off guard." The room became quiet, cars passing by the apartment building that they own. Rhoul being the landlord of the place. The room that they were in was a grant room. Red carpet that made any celebrities dye in envy. Fancy furniture that shined from being polished every day. The lights in the room gave a calming glow. The bed that they were on was a king sized, enough room to roll around on. Rhoul grinned at the woman, pulling her short hair away from her face. They kissed again, Rhoul grinding himself against her now. Charlotte whimpered at this, pulling away from him. "Is my princess pouting again?" He asked her with a grin.
"No," She started, "I just feel lonely over here. I need someone to take care of that loneliness." She told him, curling her lips down to a frown. Rhoul gave a growl to her, grabbing her neck to forcing her to his lips. A moan was pulled from his throat as they rolled over having Charlotte on top of him. "I hope you're ready for a show, dear." She said. Rhoul had his hands placed on her hips to take control.
"Quite so and I will enjoy every second of it." He said in a husky voice. Charlotte giggled at this, having forgot about the stupid war.
Meg sat at the couch, reading a book. Music followed through the air in a low volume as she flipped through another page. Her mother was out doing work. Meg had finished her studies and had time to kill before doing her chores for the day. Her attention was grabbed by the story in her hands that she barely heard the knock at the door. It was loud, but short. She looked up from her book, brows scrunched in confusion. Did her mother forget to tell her that someone was coming over for the evening? Meg sighed at this, annoyed that this happened again. Her mother always had bed memories when it comes to invitation of people. However, other than Christine coming over all the time, no one came here at all. Of course, she had friends other than Christine, but she never hung out with them. Meg closed the book, and placed on the couch while she got on her bare feet. The soft carpet caused goose bumps run through her skin. She walked across the living room to get to the door. Her eyes went to the peek hole, finding a strange man standing outside it. He had dark curls that seemed to be everywhere on his head. Dark skin and brown eyes that were roaming around the hallway. He was slouched over while his hands were buried into his pockets. He just waited patiently for someone to open the door. A frown pulled at her lips, wondering who this man was.
Meg pushed herself off the door as she wondered what to do. White teeth took hold of her bottom lip as her mind was reeling on the consequences of opening this door. The man could be armed and would try to take away their procession. However, what would happen is she didn't open this door. He could easily kick it down. Meg sighed, finally deciding what she thought was right to do. Her trembling hands unlocked the locks, turning the knob to pull the door. As she opened the door, the man stood up straight. He grinned when he saw the blonde woman. She was young and her blue eyes glowed.
Her blue eyes stared him down with fear and concerned. Half of her blonde hair pulled that was tied in a white ribbon. Her body leaned close to the door, ready to close it at any given moment. The man standing at the door was a bit dumbfounded at the sight of this woman. Maybe he should start being friends with shy girl; they may have friends like this wonderful sight in front of him. He wasn't expecting to find a beautiful woman to open this door. He kept his grin on his face, but it took him a minute to form a word for his mouth. Man, would he love to have this jewel for himself.
"Evening miss. You wouldn't happen to be a friend of Christine Daaé?" He asked her. Meg felt alarmed by this. Her eyes widen at this, fearing the worse already. Her mind began to think of all the things that could happen to Christine. The man saw this and stood stiff.
"What's wrong? What happened to my friend? Did you hurt her? How do you know her?" She kept asking questions to him that had him shocked for a bit. He never realized how protective this woman would be over her friend. He raised his hands up to settle her down. She paused her questioning, but the panic was written all over her face. She didn't trust and that was fair on his part. If any stranger came up to him and told him that they know his best friend, he would not be able to trust them as well.
"Calm down, missy. I just wanted to introduce myself. They call me Matty and I wanted to let you know that your friend is now safe from that drunken father of hers." He told her. Meg went silent at this, sinking in new information that she was hiding. Silence fell over their heads, deafening silence. Matty swallowed, not used to this silence. Hell, he wasn't use to any silence. His mouth would be running right now if it weren't for the fact that he had to be serious for this girl. She thought about what he just said to her. Drunken father? Christine's father? That wasn't possible, but the signs were there that Meg didn't realize was there. So many thoughts ran through her mind that had her head spin. Meg looked both sides of the hallway, finding no one was coming up to them. No one to listen in on this conversation. She took hold of Matty's black jacket and pulled him in the apartment room. Matty grinned at this, liking this woman already. He always loved a woman taking control, it made things easier for him. "If this was the thanks I would get, then I would've helped Erik a lot sooner." He said to himself. Meg scoffed at him. Men, expecting sex as repayment.
"What do you mean about saving her from her drunken father?" She asked him. Matty was now the confused one. Didn't Christine tell her friend?
"She never told what was going on over at her home?" Meg shook her head to him, her blue eyes begging for answers. Her stomach was twisting in nausea. Matty shut his mouth at this, not knowing how to put this without her blowing up again. He wondered why Christine never told her friend and wondered how Meg didn't know see it. Matty wasn't always around Erik and he knew when something was wrong with him. "Her father was beating." He told her finally. Meg choked at this, her hand over her heart. The young woman took hold of a chair, trying to process this in. It would make sense. The sleepovers always at her house, the accidental work bruises. Meg felt a tear form in her eyes as she felt guilt.
"Why wouldn't she tell what was going on?" Meg asked herself mainly. Matty felt bad now. He never wanted her to feel guilty about something that was out of her control. Meg swallowed a knot in her throat, calming her nerves.
"I think Christine felt she would bother with her problems." Matty reasoned. He didn't know what he needed to say. He wasn't use to this kind of situation either. Maybe he needs to go over to Danny boy's place and ask for advice. If he was going to be around this beautiful woman all the time with Christine, he needed to know a few things about women. Meg was silent at this, knowing that Christine would think like this. How was it possible for a strange to her best friend more than she did? Guilt coursed through her blood as she felt another wave of tears. Matty shifted on his feet, awkward to say or do anything.
The woman glanced at him finally, eyes narrowed. "How do you know Christine?" Matty laughed at this, bowing his head.
"A long story, mind I tell ya over coffee?" He asked her. Meg was silent before grabbing hold of her jacket, and heading out the door. Matty was shell shocked at this, never thought she would agree to this. He quickly followed her out, making sure to close the door behind him.
A/N: I hope you are enjoying this so far. Please let me know what you think. I will try to update the next chapter as soon as I can. I hope you guys have a wonderful day/night. Bye bye ^.^
(1) Assassin Fantôme- Phantom Murderer
(2) Faucheuse- Grim Reaper
