People were always having to save Gracie, until she learnt that the only person in this type of world who can save her... is herself.
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Gracelynn Roberts, the fifteen year old daughter of Abigail Roberts. She and her mother lived from place to place...
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Gracie had shut herself in her room, she didn't know how long she had been in there for until a slight knock on the door pulled her out of her trance. Wiping her eyes, she stood up and headed over to the door, unlocking it after hesitating for a while to then be greeted by Mandy.
Mandy tried to give a reassuring smile as she laid eyes upon Gracie and her bare, red arms. Gracie wore a black blouse and skirt, which showed her bandaged covered forearms and wrists. The woman sighed sadly, seeing how tired Gracie looked with the bruise under her eye and the cut on her chin, "Signor Bronte wishes to see you downstairs."
Gracie inhaled sharply, parting her dry lips, "Any guns involved? Does he perhaps want me to shoot someone else?" She sarcastically asked, tilting her head slightly. "Anythin' that'll remind me of how trapped I am whilst here?"
"I believe this is good news for you, Miss Roberts." Mandy calmly replied, her hands clasped together as she stepped back from the door to make space for Gracie to walk in front of her, "There is someone here to collect you and your brother."
The girl's eyes widened and she didn't hesitate to leave the room and follow Mandy. Someone had finally found them? Who? "Who is it? How long they been here for?"
"Three males came by a while ago, two of them are doing a favour for Signor Bronte." Mandy explained, slightly smiling as she understood Gracie's relief of someone finally rescuing her and her brother, "I'm sure they'll be back any moment now. Your brother will be coming down soon too."
Mandy guided her to the drawing room where Gracie saw a familiar man sitting opposite Bronte. The maid stepped to the side as the girl entered, her breath hitching in the back of her throat as she thankfully recognised the man sat down. "Ah, there she is!" Bronte grinned, gesturing to the teen whilst holding a drink.
Dutch was sat on the sofa and then turned around briefly to see Gracie whilst he stood up with his arms out. Gracie instantly rushed towards him, "Dutch!" She wrapped her arms around him without even thinking, pressing her face close to his chest as he let out an airy chuckle. His hand rubbed her back as she pulled away after a few moments to look up at the tall man. "You're here, you're really here."
"We couldn't just leave ya' both here, now could we?" Dutch asked, noticing the wounds on her face and the ones covered on her forearms. "Where's little Jack?"
"Upstairs I think.. who else came-"
Angelo had stood up at this point as a guard came in whilst the teen spoke to Dutch, they spoke to each other in a different language, probably Italian before the mob clasped his hands together, "You other accomplices are on their way. It was a pleasure to meet you, perhaps you should come along to the Mayor's garden party." He directed towards Dutch, who had his arm around Gracie in a protective manner, before looking down at Gracie, who swallowed harshly, "It would be a delight to see you again, Gracelynn."
