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 took the lid off the pot, waving away the steam and hoping that she had cooked the quinoa and brown rice correctly.
The recipe called for a lot of water so if their rice suddenly became porridge, it was the recipe's fault, not hers. She was baking some salmon and asparagus in the oven, knowing how much Billy loved the combination.
Speaking of Billy, he was carving up a piece of raw meat and forming it into a small dome of sorts. Topping it off with a piece of garnish.
"Baxter's lucky, huh?" Emilia teased, as she began to plate some of the quinoa and rice mixture.
Billy laughed, seeming more lively than usual. "Yeah, lucky dog. He's really cute though. Sleeps all day, doesn't cry. If you and Sean get married someday, you should get a dog instead of a kid."
"Sure, you can be Uncle Billy to our future canine baby." She replied, chuckling. Raising the plate of quinoa and rice, she asked him. "So, what do you think?"
He gave her a thumbs-up, popping a blueberry into his mouth. Before he could say anything in reply, the doorbell to the house rang loudly. The two tensed immediately until it dawned on Emilia.
"That's probably Elliot, Billy." She said, smiling. "Do you mind letting him in?"
"No, I'll go get him. Yeah, I'll open the door." He said, fidgety.
"Okay," She answered, understanding that he must be restless. They had gone through a lot just that day. "Thanks, Bills."
Emilia vaguely heard Billy open the door, welcoming Elliot inside. She was busy watching the baked salmon through the oven door, watching the fish sizzle with the garlic butter.
"Plastic? You got rats?" Elliot's voice sounded, his tone amused.
Billy walked into the kitchen, raising his brows at her. "Rats? Yeah, rats! Look!"
Elliot entered after him, his eyes going to the cake. "Whoa mate, didn't take you for a baker."
"Yeah, well I need some kind of vice," Billy said, picking up a handful of blueberries. "You want one? Have you had lunch? Have you eaten yet?"
"Come on, Billy. Don't hassle poor Elliot. He just got shot last week." Emilia smirked, reaching out to embrace the taller man. "How are you doing? Bullet wound healing well?"
"Yeah, doing really well, thank you. The Dumanis had great doctors." Elliot answered, his eyes widening at the bruise on her neck. "You alright? There's something on your neck."
Emilia blushed red, covering the mark with her hair. "It's nothing."
"It's from Sean, actually," Billy whispered conspiratorially.
