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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With nothing else to do, Emilia wandered around the house, her boots clicking along the wooden floorboards.
She had gone upstairs to fix the rest of her things, unpacking her necessities and essentials. She pulled out a vintage red wine from Sicily to put in the dining area so that they can later split when they were all sat down for dinner.
After all, drinking her feelings was something she was already used to doing.
Emilia walked down the stairs and through the large window there, she could see people approaching the house. They all walked with pride, and any person with brain cells would assume that those people were the people in power.
In London, at least.
It was something that her family had been a part of. Once. Until they were all killed. It was a messy business and she somehow thought it was a good idea to jump back into the center of it all.
Emilia continued to walk down the rest of the steps, about to walk into the dining area, when a hand reached out to stop her.
A young man with tanned skin and brown eyes. If she was not mistaken, he was the man running for mayor. The son of one of Finn's business partners.
"Can I help you?" Emilia asked, staring pointedly at the hand that caught her wrist.
"Yes, of course, I just-" The man spoke. "You're Emilia Orsini, aren't you?"
This caught the attention of the people being checked for weapons, all of their heads standing to attention at the mention of the name 'Orsini'.
Their attention was diverted to the young woman talking to Asif's son, wondering what she was doing there. No one ever knew who killed the Orsinis, yet they all had a clue that it was the man about to be buried who had commanded it.
Everyone knew how great the Orsinis were. How ruthless they had been in their prime. They all knew of how great their downfall had been, believing the family to be extinct. That was until they saw Emilia Orsini.
She nodded as he let go of her. "Yes, I am. And you are?"
The man brightened up at her interest. "My name is Nasir Afredi. My father is Asif, he was close friends with your father."
"I see." She answered, keeping her answers short as she wanted to get out of the conversation.
"Should you need anything, Miss Orsini, you may give me a call," Nasir said, offering her a business card. "I would love nothing more than to get to know you."
Emilia took it, oblivious to the amount of attention she was getting. "Thank you, Mr. Afredi. By the way, good luck in the elections."
With that, she walked hastily to the dining room, placed the bottle of wine on the table, and looked for a place she can hide wherein politicians and other sorts of people would find her.
