The Perfect Life || CL16 {1}
Summary: On the outside it appeared you had the perfect life but Charles didn't know the secrets that had been kept from him. In order for him to succeed deals were made with your family and no price was too much to pay.
Warnings: nsfw, swearing, fighting, mentions of character death, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, horrible parents, Arthur Leclerc being the best friend ever
WC: 2.5k
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βWhat have you got yourself into now?β
There was no simple answer to that question and it was the very reason you had specifically not called the man waiting for an answer in the corridor. You dragged your eyes away from the chipped grey walls of the cell and stopped reading the tagging that littered the bricks - you didnβt really care that P & H were 2getha 4eva - and sat up from the concrete bed you had attempted to sleep on.Β
Stretching your tired muscles, you ignored his question and asked one of your own. βWhat are you doing here, Charles?β
βArthur called.β Charles grabbed the bars that separated you, his knuckles turning white as he scanned the other vagrants you had been locked in with. βDid you have to get him involved?β
βWhat makes you think it was my idea?β It was your idea, but it was rude of him to assume so.Β
βMy brother wouldnβt know how to find an underground fight club, let alone join one.β
βMaybe you donβt know your brother as well as you think.β
βMaybe, but I know you.β He looked at your cheeks that were still shiny from the Vaseline that helped the blows glance off, then he looked at your busted knuckles that not even tape could stop from splitting. βWhy?β
You shrugged, but it tweaked your shoulder that had taken quite the punch and you winced at the spike of pain. βFor a bit of fun, let off some steam.β
βYeah, you look like you are really enjoying yourself,β he muttered sarcastically before walking away.
βWait, Charles, where are you going?β
βHome, itβs late and Arthur is waiting in the car.β
βYouβre just going to leave me here?β
βYou didnβt call me,β he stated coldly. βBail yourself out this time.β
Your clenched fist hit the metal bar and he briefly paused as the ringing sound followed him down the hall. βDammit, Charles. Please?β
He continued walking away and you dropped back onto the hard slab of concrete wondering why you bothered. Charles never cared for you and the friendship you had with his younger brother, in fact merely breathing around him seemed to be an offence. It had been that way ever since your family sponsored his career, it was like he resented you for your familyβs money.Β
βY/L/N,β a burly bailiff called out, interrupting your ranting inner monologue. βYouβve been posted.βΒ
A frown pinched your brows together as the door opened and you saw Charles standing in the shadows behind the officer. βNow would be the time for a thank you,β he muttered.Β
You were tempted to throw a βfuck offβ his way but bit your tongue and accepted the thick hoodie he had draped over his arm. While the sex workers you had shared a cell with wore just as little clothing, yours was for an entirely different reason. The sports bra and bike shorts were perfect for fighting in but left you cold in the early hours of the morning, so you quickly pulled the hoodie over your body. βThank you. Iβll pay you back.β
βI donβt want your money,β he sighed, rubbing his temple and leaving you with the impression that you were the headache he had.
βThatβs not what you said to my father 10 years ago.β
βIs it too late to lock her back up?β
The bailiff looked awkwardly between the two of you and if you were in Monaco the officer would have probably marched you back to the cell, but Charles was in Nice now, he was in your city.Β
You quickly signed the release form for your belongings and slipped the family signet ring back onto your finger before turning your phone on. A flood of messages from your father, his assistant and his lawyer, appeared in the flurry of vibrations that made Charles scoff and shake his head. βWorried about his little princess, huh?β
It was your turn to scoff. If only he knew how utterly wrong he was, but you werenβt one to air the dirty laundry of your family - even if it would shut the pretentious twat up for one minute. βSame time next week, boys,β you said with a nod to the officers behind the Perspex wall.Β
βYouβre seriously messed up,β Charles commented as he followed your quick descent down the front steps and aimed for the dark blue Porsche.Β
βKeep sweet talking, you flirt,β you shot back sarcastically. βI thought you had a girlfriend.βΒ
Arthur had opened his door the moment he spotted you and he knew from the pained look on his brotherβs face, and the smile on yours, that the interaction had gone as well as expected. He couldnβt understand why two people he loved dearly had to fight like cats and dogs every time they were in the same room. He had tried to get you to talk to Charles, to tell him the truth about your situation, but it had been hard enough talking to Arthur about it and you trusted him with your life. You werenβt going to go through that again for someone that would be more likely to spit in your face.Β
βHowβs your nose?β Arthur asked as he gently cupped your face and inspected it.
βRelax, I already reset it.β You took comfort in the warmth of his palms but the fuzzy feeling that came with knowing someone in the world cared about your wellbeing was gone in an instant.
βDaddy can always buy you a new one.β
βCharles!β
βForget about it, Tur,β you murmured as you stepped back and started to make your way home on foot. βText me when you get home safe.β
βIf you care about him you will leave him alone,β Charles called out as he opened the driver's door. βYouβre just going to drag him down with you.β
βShut the fuck up,β Arthur growled at his brother before he started to follow you down the street. βWait, please.β
βYou should listen to your brother,β you said over your shoulder. βIβm a sinking ship.β
Arthurβs footsteps quickened as he jogged to your side and pulled you to a stop. βYouβre not a sinking ship, but if you are then I will be your lifeboat.β
βThatβs stupid analogy,β you scoffed as he pulled you into his arms. βIβm sorry I got you arrested.β
βI could have run when they raided but what kind of best friend would that make me?β
βOne with a clean record,β you pointed out, feeling his chest bounce with a silent laugh.
βItβs overrated. Iβm thinking about getting a tattoo now, one to remember my incarceration by. Maybe a tear, just here,β he said as he touched his cheek. βThink it would make me look cool.β
You rolled your eyes and laughed. βOh yeah, the ladies would love that.β
βPlease donβt give my brother any more bad ideas,β Charles muttered as he rolled by slowly in his car with the window down. βGet in, both of you.β
Arthur opened the door and pulled you down with him, tugging you into place on his lap before you could escape. He wasnβt going to let you walk home at 3am, no matter how safe Nice was, but it was annoying that his brother only bought a two seater sports car when he knew that the two of you had been arrested.Β
You guided Charles away from the waterfront mansions and into the industrial area that was abandoned at the late hour. Arthur had been to your place plenty of times but it was a first for Charles to see the concrete building with a chipped tile roof at the end of the rundown street.
βWhat are we doing here?β Charles asked as he parked in front of a rusted metal door.
βThanks for the ride,β you said, kissing Arthurβs cheek before opening the door.Β
βWhat is this place?β Charles asked again as he followed you out, frowning at the key to the door you found under a shattered pot plant.
βI canβt exactly go home like this, can I? Genius.β
Arthurβs door shut as he got out to referee the second round of verbal sparring for the evening.Β Β
βIβm surprised they even let you home after the crap you put them through.β
βYeah, well, I'm still useful to them so they canβt get rid of me yet. Trust me, Iβve tried.β
βIt must be so hard living your perfect little life,β Charles drawled sarcastically and Arthur inhaled sharply at the insult.
βYou think my life is perfect?β You laughed bitterly and Arthur looked down at his feet. βDo you know why I fight in that shitty underground cage? The only freedom I have is when I get in that ring. It is the only choice I get to make for myself. For five minutes, I am in control of my own life, Charles, I get to fight for myself.β
βIn control? You have always done and gotten everything you wanted,β he argued. βYou wanted a pony, you got a fucking pony.β
Your vision narrowed as anger exploded in your chest. βThere was a price, you fucking idiot! I am paying that price now. You donβt know what itβs like to have your entire life planned out for you, to find out those gifts came with terms and conditions, so do me a favour and shut the fuck up for once in your life please.β
Charles took a step closer but Arthur placed himself between you, his palms pushing his brother back as your breath quickened to uncontrollable pants. βYou donβt understand, just let it go.β
βDamn right I donβt understand. I donβt understand why you listen to her bullshit, Tur. Jules couldnβt stand to be in the same room as her, and I canβt either.β
The whomping of blood rushing around your head echoed in your ears as time slowed and Arthurβs arm pulled back. You watched him close his fist like you had taught him, keeping his thumb on the outside to avoid breaking it. You watched the veins on his hand grow thicker as he threw the punch at his own brother and the shock barely registered before Charles fell down on his ass.
βJules couldnβt be in the same room with her because he knew the truth and he felt guilty!β Arthur screamed down at his brother. βYou were too young to understand then, but we arenβt kids anymore.β
Charles broke free of his state of shock and scrambled to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood. βWhat truth? Huh? Is it worth ruining our brotherhood?β
βJules was engaged.β
βBullshit.β Charles shook his head violently and you sank to the ground, leaning back against the cold bricks for the second time that night. βHe would have told me.β
βAsk Enzo.β Arthur knew Charles would believe him. Lorenzo was Julesβ best friend, it was why Charles met Jules in the first place. Jules already had ties to your family and he used them to broker the deal that funded Charlesβ career.Β
βOkay, so what if he was engaged?β Charles snapped as his agitation grew. He was suddenly questioning everything he knew about his godfather and it showed on his shaking hands.
βBecause he was engaged to me,β you whispered, a shadow falling across your face as Arthur crouched down beside you and wiped away the tears you hadnβt even felt fall. You couldnβt tell if they were tears of anger or sadness, the two seemed to blur when it came to Jules. He was always there, even in your earliest memories. He was like an older brother to you, he even taught you to ride your bike without trainer wheels. He was always there, until he wasnβt.Β
Charles was right, he couldnβt stand to be in the same room as you once the deal was made. You couldnβt blame him for that.Β
βNo, no fucking way,β Charles laughed, raking a hand through his hair. βArthur, are you listening to this shit?β
βIβve seen the contract, Cha.β
βYouβve always been gullible but this is actually stupid. She was 16. Jules wouldnβt have married a girl. He was 25 for fucks sake.β
βWe didnβt have a choice,β you admitted quietly. βIt was the price for the deal he made, and you are right, Jules was too noble for that. It took a lot of convincing on his part to wait until I turned 21. My father resented that fact, I think he was hoping to sell me off to someone sooner.β
Charles stumbled back to the hood of his car, watching as Arthur took a seat beside you and draped his arm protectively over your shoulders. The brothers stared at each other but you stared at the gravel between your legs while the truth lingered in the air.Β
You could feel the pieces connecting in Charlesβ head as if they were being screamed aloud and you flinched at the moment they all came together. Arthurβs arm tightened, Charles' throat bobbed and nausea roiled in your stomach.
βIt was me,β Charles choked. βWasnβt it?β
You didnβt bother looking up as you nodded. βMy father never cared about your career. He wanted a union with the Bianchi family and he finally got the opportunity when Jules asked to sponsor you.β
βWhy the hell would he agree to that?β
βBecause he believed in you, obviously, and I like to think that maybe he thought he could get out of the agreement before I turned 21.β You shrugged because you would never know the complete truth now. It made you sick to think that maybe he did find a way out of it, in the worst way possible.
βYour fatherβ¦β
βIs a real asshole? Yeah, I know.β
βI was going to say sick bastard.βΒ
You chuckled in agreement and tipped your head back. βPerfect life, am I right?β
Charles had the decency to winch at the reminder. βYouβre an adult now, why donβt you leave?β
βI wish it were that easy. All my bank accounts are under his control. They didnβt let me go to college. I donβt know anyone that isnβt indebted or loyal to him,β you sighed. βI got this place with my fight winnings. Itβs not much but itβs mine, at least until he arranges another marriage for me, then I suppose the poor bastard gets it too.β
βMarry me.β
You barked a laugh and looked at Arthur, his lips still parted like they were shocked the words had passed by. βNow you are being stupid. I love you, Tur, and that is precisely why I wouldnβt wish this shit on you.β
βThen marry me,β Charles offered. βYou hate me already, and I owe Jules everything. You can come to Monaco and study, or get a job, or whatever you want to do.β
βNo, thank you,β you said as you pulled yourself to your feet and opened the door. βDrive safe.β
βIβm serious,β Charles growled as caught the door before it closed. βI am offering you a lifeline, why wonβt you take it?β
βMy father taught me many important life lessons but the first one was if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Good night, Charles.β
Part Two
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