Blood has been spilled. Justice is demanded.
They were never meant to be together. There were secrets and rivalries rendering them distances apart no matter how close they stood. In a world ruled by guns and violence, they found each other, not kno...
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London
2020
It was early in London, the skies starting to brighten yet still retaining its grey eeriness.
Her flight from Italy landed just that morning and now, she was in a cab going around in circles, trying to avoid the inevitable.
Emilia Orsini stared at her phone, the message on the screen fully burned at the back of her mind.
Finn is dead. Murdered. Come home. Sean needs you.
When she had first received that message, she had half a mind to laugh. After all, who would have dared kill the head of London's most powerful crime family?
An idiot, that's who. A fucking idiot.
She sighed, clicking her phone shut, her leg tapping anxiously as she stared out the window. She should never have come back. It was a mistake. It wasn't even her home. It wasn't even her family.
"Miss, where to?" The cabbie asked for the fourth time.
"Another roundabout," Emilia said, preparing to see the same sign as they took another spin around the street.
It was a delay on her part, really. If she were being honest, all she wanted was to get out of her thick coat, sleep off the jetlag and drink a tall glass of Moscato.
It seemed that the cabbie grew tired of her antics as he spoke. "Look lady, we all have places we need to go to. It's too fucking early so just point me to house and maybe, you can wait outside instead of making us go another roundabout, yeah?"
Emilia sighed, nodding. "Alright. Take a right and stop at that tall townhouse. The brown one."
The cabbie did as she asked, stopping in front of the familiar sight. "You going to a funeral or something?"
"Yeah. Funeral of the man who raised me." She replied, pulling out a large amount from her wallet. "Here. For your trouble."
"Thanks." The cabbie accepted her money. "I'm sorry for your loss by the way."
"I'm not here for him anyway but thank you." She thanked him, getting out of the cab.
Emilia was about to walk into the house when one of the guards stopped her. "Excuse me, miss. Are you at the right house?"
She crossed her arms over her chest, raising a defiant brow. "Yes. I know I am."
"Miss Orsini!" A familiar voice called out and she raised her head to see Mark, one of the guards employed by the Wallaces and a long-time friend. "You're early."
