"He wants to kill my Dad. And I think he'll want my help."
"He can't expect that of you. He's your Dad!" I proclaimed
"The man's scum, Ron. He's not been a Dad to me, not once." he informed me
"So you're considering it?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at him
"I don't know." he admitted "It would put an end to all the drama…"
"You're not going to be able to live with yourself if you do it. I was barely able to when I did what I did to Carl, and he wasn't anything to do with me, let alone my Dad." I informed him
"So what am I supposed to do? Let him keep coming back time after time after time and keep giving him money?" he questioned "I can't do that, Ron, not when I've got you and CJ to think about."
"Think about us now," I replied "think about how it could affect us all if you were to go through with it."
"What do you think I'm doing?" he inquired "I need some air!"
"Charlie!" I proclaimed as he left the room, following after him, sighing heavily as I heard CJ begin to whimper on the monitor
CHARLIE'S POV:
"Alright, son…" Dad greeted me as I sat in the park a little while later
"What're you doing?" I questioned
"What does it look like?" he asked "I'm having a chat with my son."
"If someone sees you…" I began
"If someone sees me what?" he inquired "The cops can't link me to anything. So, where are we on the money front?"
"I don't know," I admitted "I need to talk to Ronnie, see if I can move some cash around."
"So she wears the trousers in the relationship, does she?" he questioned
"No, we're 50/50, which is why I need to talk to her." I informed him "I'll see you soon."
I made my way back to the Square and knocked on Phil's door, him opening it a minute later…
"I hope you're here to tell me you're in?" he asked
I nodded my head… "I'm in. Just let me know what I need to do."
"I'll be in touch." he informed me "Now go home and look after your wife and son."
RONNIE'S POV:
I'd just settled CJ in his Moses basket when the front door opened and closed. Making my way out of the living room, I saw Charlie stood facing the door…
"Charlie?" I questioned worriedly
"What have I done?" he inquired
"What's wrong?" I asked as he hurried into the kitchen
"I'm going to be sick!" he admitted as he stood over the sink
"Charlie, talk to me." I begged "You're scaring me!"
Moving to get him some kitchen roll as he vomited into the sink, I moved back over to him and rubbed his back soothingly. Handing the kitchen roll to him, I sorted him a glass of water from a container in the fridge and handed that to him…
"What is it?" I asked
"I've been to see Phil;" he admitted "I've said yes."
How will Ronnie react?