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 Orsini woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom for the first time in her life.
She wasn't the type to drink herself to the point of forgetting a lot of things so it was something new when it took her a while to remember what had happened the previous night.
She let out a groan as all of the memories came rushing back, some of which she wished didn't come to be. She didn't understand how a simple family dinner could escalate into such events. Then again, the Wallaces and the Dumanis weren't a typical family.
She rolled over to turn to Sean, only to find the sheets cold and the bed empty. He must have gotten out of bed earlier than her, being the busybody that he is. Emilia looked to the bedside clock to see that it was nine o'clock sharp, her body clock still functioning normally, used to waking up early in Italy.
She got up from the bed, rummaging through the luggage that Sean had stuffed in the closet and finding some clothes. Hopping into the shower, she did her usual routine, trying to get rid of the drowsiness that lingered on her face, obvious from how swollen her eyes were.
When Emilia had finished, she walked down the stairs, curious as to why it was so silent. She walked into the kitchen to see a sleepy Billy looking through the refrigerator.
"Morning, Billy." Emilia greeted, plugging the coffee machine into the wall and starting it up. "Sleep well?"
Billy nodded, a tub of icing in his arms. "Well enough, I guess."
She walked over to him, taking the tub from his arms and ignoring his protests. "Sit at the table, I'll make you proper breakfast."
"Fine," He grumbled, moving to comply and sitting at the dining area.
She went to get ingredients from the refrigerator. Whoever had been keeping the safehouse supplied did a great job, what with the cupboards and cabinets being filled with various foods.
Emilia started to crack eggs into a bowl, adding vanilla, cinnamon, and milk. She dipped some bread in the mixture before frying them on a pan. When she had finished cooking, she placed them all on a plate, serving them to Billy.
"Voila!" She presented the french toast, accepting the cup of coffee he had prepared for her. "Enjoy, Billy dear."
He took a bite, smiling sarcastically. "Thanks, mummy Emilia."
She grinned back at him before asking. "Have you seen Sean? Or even your mum this morning?"
"They left early this morning, went off to check the waitress's van for any evidence." He answered, chewing soundly.
