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❛She can't fight a fucking train crash, you eejit! ❜
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BEFORE HE MET NESS, Tangerine had never been in a serious relationship. Sure, he'd had stupid hookups that he immediately regretted the morning after, and he was constantly drooled over by hundreds of type of women. But no one compared to Vanessa, who managed to sweep him right off his feet even while he had a bullet in his leg. At their first date, he thought he had her all figured out to a T.
But, now, as he descends rapidly from the train towards a river with a masked man's arms wrapped around him, he realises he was extremely wrong. He basically knew fuck all about his wife. And after watching her kill two men while bleeding out, which was a performance he thoroughly enjoyed, he realises she is very very far from the pub barmaid he's spent the last few years in love with. Not that he was put off by her real career, if anything it made her a million times for attractive, if that was even possible.
Loud shouts ring through the air from the four men crashing towards the water. A few metres away from Tangerine is his brother, who also has one of the White Death's men clinging onto his body for dear life. While Tangerine's vocal cords are ripping, his mind is also busy cursing at himself for allowing himself to be dragged off the train where his wife is dying, especially a train that is missing most of its parts and cannot be stopped.
He can only imagine that Vanessa is cursing at him too for leaving her in that shithole.
The river swallows the four men up, and the pairs are separated at the rough impact. They all struggle against the surprise of the water as it fills their mouths and fights against their flailing limbs. Lemon and Tangerine are the first to burst the surface and rush to an area in the water where they can stand.
"You okay there?" Lemon pants, noticing his brother's completely drained expression and the way his jaw is grinding as he thinks.
"What the fuck do you think, Lemon?" Tangerine snaps his head towards his brother, "Am I okay? What kind of fucking question is that?"
"So. . ." Lemon swallows, "Is that a n—"
"Of course I'm not fucking okay!" Tangerines bursts, his voice bellowing loud enough to shake a few birds from their trees, "In case your thick head was damaged by the water, let me remind you. Vanessa, my wife, is in that fucking train!" He jabs his finger up towards the bridge that the train left five minutes ago, "The same fucking train that is basically half a train!"
"Calm down, will you?" Lemon hisses, "You saw the way she fought those geezers back there, didn't you? She'll be okay."
Tangerine's jaw drops and he reaches forward, slapping his hand across the back of his brother's head, "She can't fight a fucking train crash, you eejit!"
