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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Emilia sat on a metal railing, holding a cappuccino with one hand and tapping away on her phone with the other. At her feet were two cups, one of them an Earl Grey and the other an English Breakfast.
She had woken up early that morning, feeling rejuvenated after the previous day. She could vaguely recall sharing a conversation she shared with Sean. What it was about, she couldn't really remember.
But waking up in her own bed after falling asleep on the couch, she managed to put two and two together that Sean probably carried her sleeping self, just like how he used to when they were little.
Knowing that sometime in the late morning, Sean would have someone drive him to Jack's flat, she made sure that she could come along. If last night was any indication, he would probably leave her at the house.
Unless she was going to be picked up elsewhere, then he would have no choice but to bring her along with him so as not to waste any time. That morning, she dressed in a white collared shirt, black pants, a grey blazer, and her boots before walking to a coffee shop outside the neighborhood.
Emilia had asked Mark to pick her up from the coffee shop when Sean would be on his way to Jack's flat. Luckily, the man agreed, still used to her antics even after so many years.
Spotting a familiar black car, she hopped from the railing and tucked the phone in her bag, waiting patiently for the car to stop. The window in the passenger seat was open, and Emilia could hear the conversation going on inside.
"This isn't the way to Jack's flat." Sean's voice spoke up monotonously.
"No, sir but Miss Orsini asked me to pick her up here on the way." Jack answered, the car stopping. He smiled at her through the windshield as he saw her, but Sean doesn't seem to have seen her yet.
Sean began. "Miss Orsi-"
"Good morning!" Emilia greeted, a wide smile on her face as she opened the car door. She picked up one of the cups, handing it to Mark. "Here you go, Mark. Just how you like it."
"What the fuck are you doing?" Sean exclaimed as she sat on the seat beside him, handing him his cup. "And what the fuck is this?"
Emilia tutted, shutting the car door behind her. "Such a dirty mouth, what will Marian say? It's just tea, Earl Grey, your favorite. Don't be so dramatic."
"I repeat myself, what are you doing here?" Sean asked, calmly.
"I'm going with you to Jack's flat." She declared, drinking coffee.
He laughed sarcastically. "Not a chance. Mark, take us back to the house."
"Wait!" She stopped the two before any of them could do anything. "Do you really wanna waste time driving me back to the house when we can go to Jack's, get answers and be back in record time? Come on, Sean."
