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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"Where'd you learn how to do that?"
Emilia looked over at Sean, a small smile playing on her lips. "Believe it or not, I learned how to do that because I got mugged in Italy when I was visiting the Basilica di Sant'Ambrogio."
They were on their way back to the Wallace house, straight from the airport. Even being given time to think upon it, Sean still couldn't fathom how Emilia Orsini. His Lia, who didn't even know how to throw a punch at fifteen, was able to detain a powerful crime boss who was more experienced in those certain things.
"You learned how to shoot a gun and detain someone because you got mugged?" Sean asked, expecting a tragic story of some sort wherein she had to defend her life from rivals.
She nodded slowly. "Yeah, lost my wallet and my phone."
"You got mugged?" He repeated, still disbelieving. "That's it?"
She rolled her eyes playfully. "Do you know how terrifying that was? In London, everyone was afraid to even go near me, then I head on over to Milan and get a gun pointed at my head on the first day."
"You amaze me, Emilia Orsini." He said, turning in his seat to face her.
"Likewise, Sean Wallace." She returned, imitating his position and facing him. They were quite content looking at one another like that until she felt her stomach grumble in hunger.
It seems that confronting a Kurdistan crime boss could do so much for a person's appetite.
"Hungry?" He asked knowingly, as the car slowly pulled over to a stop in front of the Wallace estate.
She looked at him sheepishly. "Is it that obvious?"
He only beckoned her out of the car. "Come on, I'm sure there's something in the kitchen."
Together they entered the house, walking into the silence. It was late so Marian and Billy would have already eaten dinner and gotten to bed. The staff they usually hired would also have gone home and so they snuck into the house like the teenagers they had been, quiet as the night.
They had taken off their coats and shoes in the foyer, leaving them in casual clothes and socks.
Sean pressed a finger to his lips as he flicked the light switch open, a mischievous smirk on his face. Emilia giggled before covering her mouth so as to not break the silence.
The two scurried down the steps going to the kitchen where the hired staff usually cooked. Sean grabbed an apron, tossing it at her then grabbing one for himself. Clad in white aprons, they attempted to locate where things were in the kitchen.
They used to do this whenever they returned from a party completely wasted and hungry. They would sneak into the kitchen and attempt to cook up something edible. Usually, Emilia would make something semi-good while Sean would manage to create borderline poison.
