Sweetest Sin (Dutch Van Der Linde Fanfic)

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After that talk with Kieran, Tifa went about the day doing camp chores like nothing happened, save for the looks she was getting here and there, so she decided to get some money from robbing with Arthur accompanying her for obvious reasons, though Tifa hated being watched and not trusted.

Once the robbery was over, they both went into Valentine to get supplies, Tifa sighed annoyed as she placed a crate of vegetables in the carriage and got on Faith

"You don't have to follow me everywhere, mister Morgan, I'm not going to betray you all...Dutch looked out for me when he didn't need to.."

Arthur put the sack of potatoes down in the carriage and got on his own horse

"It ain't my call, I'm just following orders, sides I don't think it's a matter of trust really"

Tifa raised her eyebrows, not convinced "Then what?"

"Dutch probably just wants you safe since the O'Driscolls are infested in this area"

'...I'm sure it wasn't just that' Tifa thought but she decided to let out some steam

"I hated those looks I was getting from some people at camp, that's why I left"

Arthur nodded to her "I Figured. You were in a bad way coming to us but Look,...at least with me, Dutch and Marston: It ain't nothin personal" he said, Tifa briefly looked at him and their eyes met, Arthur was taken aback, not in a bad way, by those unusual mahogany eyes of hers, now that she was a bit closer, they were beautiful, as she was..

Seeing the look of surprise in them briefly Arthur snapped his eyes away just as Tifa too looked away, brushing him off with a shrug of her shoulder

"At least you're understanding..." she mumbled "Thanks..."

Arthur pulled out a cigarette and lit it, resuming his brooding demeanor "Don't mention it"

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A bit later...

They had just returned to camp when dusk approached Arthur went to his tent area and Tifa retreated back toward her tent, seeing her half brother John leave a folded piece of paper on the wood and walk away, Tifa hid herself behind a tree to wait for a few seconds, then as she moved her foot outward, a voice sounded off making her stiff to a stop

"Scoping out, O'Driscoll?"

Micah...

Tifa rolled her eyes upwards for a moment and sighed annoyed like, as she lowered her eyes and took a glance at the rough blond outlaw with his tipped white hat on his head, his sulking figure was half in the shadows as the moon shined behind the trees making the man look like a ominous stranger but in his case: being irritability obtrude as usual

"Piss off, Bell, not in the mood for your harassment" she mumbled as she looked back at her tent then froze when she heard the leaves crunch, hearing him creep closer to her chuckling softly

"Oh...I knew that last name sounded familiar, so til you admit to being a spy for the o'driscoll's, just like your brother, you'll get nothin but that. see, you may have Dutch and them fooled but not me, I can see right through you" he said in a mock tone as Tifa scoffed at him

"you're wrong, I got nothing to hide, Micah, but you on the other hand, seem to have tons of skeletons in your closet just like a scheming sneaky bastard up to no damn good"

Micah smacked his lips "Is that right, doll?"

Tifa moved her shoulder to brush his approaching hand away "Yes it is. So why don't you watch your own hide before someone skins it"