"I've been to see Phil; I've said yes."
RONNIE'S POV:
"Are you crazy?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at him
"I thought you'd be happy…" he admitted
"Happy, how can I be happy?" I inquired "Charlie, you're going to help to kill your Dad!"
"He needs to be out of our lives for good, Ron," he informed me "and this is the only way to do it."
"Are you going to be able to live with yourself if you go through with it?" I asked "The answer's no, you're not. You won't be able to live with yourself and you'll end up confessing to the police and going to prison, leaving CJ and I to defend for ourselves, but if that's what you want to do and there's nothing I can do to stop you, then on your own head be it."
"Ron…" he sighed as I walked out of the kitchen
"Nothing I say is going to make any difference, is it?" I questioned
He stayed silent and pursed his lips together nervously…
"I'll take that as a no." I replied "CJ's settled in the living room. I'm off out."
"Where?" he inquired
"The gym," I informed him "I've got to keep my business running to keep a roof over mine and my son's head."
CHARLIE'S POV:
I sighed heavily and kicked one of the chairs as Ronnie shut the front door behind her. Running my hands over my face and through my hair, I turned and stared out of the kitchen window into the back garden, wondering what I was going to do…
RONNIE'S POV:
"Ronnie?" Sharon's voice questioned as I sat in the office
"I'm in here," I called, setting my pen down as she walked in "what can I do for you?"
"Charlie told me you were here," she informed me "and I'm here to invite you and him to dinner."
"Okay…" I replied "When?"
"Tonight, 7:30pm. Will you be there?" she questioned
"I don't know," I informed her "I'm not sure if Charlie's got to work."
"He said he's free," she replied "so you can come."
"Yeah, I guess so." I admitted "We'll see you then…"
Nodding her head in agreement, she smiled at me warmly and left the gym…
CHARLIE'S POV:
I'd just got CJ settled into his pram, ready to head out to see Ronnie when my phone started to ring…
"Phil," I greeted him as I picked up "what can I do for you?"
"Get to mine now," he informed me "what we discussed is happening tonight."
"Tonight?" I questioned
"Yes, tonight." he replied "I'll see you in a few minutes."
Before I had chance to protest, he'd hung up the phone. Sighing heavily, I finished getting sorted and headed out of the front door…
What does Phil have in mind?