Angelo Bronte

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Hello my beautiful!! Guess whose town had a power cut as soon as they came back to writing!! Me!! My town has been without electricity and signal for currently 46 hours and it could be a few more days until it's back. They've just given us generators but because I don't live actually in the main part of town the generators don't affect/help me in any way, (yay!! /j.) Fuming, absolutely fuming. Please stay safe for me my loves. I love you and I'm hoping to get this chapter to you soon!! Xx

Also, I call a trolley a "tram" so that's that. Love you xx

Saint Denis was a town like no other, filled with business owners, criminals, the homeless and the law. And as you sat amongst it all, through panted breaths Arthur explained where Angelo Bronte was. You scanned his sweaty face, then to Dutchs and back again. He wasn't joking. Dutch's forehead loosened and shoulders dropped as a smile teased at the corners of his mouth. You felt a balloon being inflated inside your chest, as if you could fly. The three of you sat smiling and excitedly scoffing at one another before Dutch asserted his leadership again "Right. I'm going to go and get John, meet us at the park, we aren't waisting any time. We're loosing daylight."
You and Arthur nodded

"How did you manage to get robbed by some a kid, Arthur?" You pondered whilst linking your arm through his
"It wasn't just one, it was a few!" He explained
"Oh right! Well that makes the world of difference doesn't it?" You spoke sarcastically. The two of you wondered aimlessly to your horses, you couldn't believe Arthur had found Bronte. Fingers crossed he had at least. A cool wind danced along your skin as your lungs inflated with summers air. Jack was coming home.
"Best slowly head to the park then, Arthur," you stated and the click clacks from your horses hooves began. The air seemed lighter and the sun brighter as you made your way to the park, chatter from the public as well as the rumble from the moving trams that made there way throughout town were your entertainment. It sounds silly, but you were too happy to talk. This was the first glimmer of hope you'd received in too long and you were gripping onto it with both hands. You spied the gates to the park appear into view, a few stray leaves twirled in the short, welcomed breeze.

The sun was hovering behind the old, stone buildings which littered Saint Denis, the sky's canvas streamed with the most vibrant pinks and blues whilst the perfectly placed, fairy tale clouds peaked through onto the road. After hitching up, you linked your arm through Arthurs again
"There's Dutch," pointed out Arthur
"Jesus he got here fast didn't he?" You asked rhetorically whilst you jogged towards John Marston who, appeared to gleam. The energy which circled between you all was undeniably electric. You waisted no time. Dutch marched up to the gate and began his performance. He reached his arm through the cold, steel bars of the gate, grabbed one of the guards by his collar and demanded he allowed us to see Angelo Bronte. The guard flung his arms in the air, surrendering instantly. He unlocked the gate with a click and we were in. Your gaze turned to John, he was looking straight forward. Head high, eyes straight ahead. He was on autopilot. The cocktail of emotions streaming through his veins would poison the most strong headed of people. Dutch's eyes illuminated only by anger, he walked as if marching into battle. Arthur radiated confidence with each step. His eyes squinted with fury. The three of you walked straight through the front door, guns in hand. Dutch leading the way, you stormed into the candle lit sitting area. And there he sat. Angelo Bronte. In all his twisted glory.

Authors note: I'm so sorry this took so long MANY problems came up and I promise there won't be a wait for the next chapter. I know I just said I'm back and I am these issues were technical. The electric went out for like 5 days (if you're from England you'll know a lot of homes atm are out due to the storm) I love you all so much and I beg you please bare with me . I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND YOU MATTER!!

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