Chelsea sat at the vanity table in her room at the Arrows House, jumping up when she heard the phone ring from her bedside table.
She walked over and sat on the bed, taking the phone from its stand and pressing it against her ear, "Hello."
"Hi, baby." Isaiah said, Chelsea would've smiled at her nickname, but instead she closed her eyes, he sounded guilty.
"What have you done?" Chelsea sighed.
"Somethings came up." Isaiah said, "I'm sorry, don't worry about us."
"Us?" Chelsea repeated, "I swear to fucking God, if Finn Shelby is with you I will come down there and kick you both in the arses!"
"Chelsea, calm down." Isaiah said.
"Come and pick me up." Chelsea said, pulling her night gown off, "Now, Isaiah. Or I will track you down. I am not letting you and I am definitely not letting Finn get involved in some shit show. Pick. me. up."
Isaiah groaned and hung up the phone.
"Bastards." Chelsea groaned.
She pulled on the nearest dress she could find, a purple satin one. She raced down the stairs, kissed her sister, brother and Lizzie goodbye and ran out the door.
Isaiah hopped out of the front and held the back door open, waiting for Chelsea to get in.
"I'm sitting in the front." Chelsea scoffed, "Finn, get out, I don't trust you to drive. Shelby's in the front, Mr. Aberama, you and Isaiah in the back."
After Isaiah explained to Chelsea what had happened, how the 'Angels of Retribution' haven't heard of them, expect payment in full and couldn't give Chelsea's father the assurance he had requested.
"I say we show these fuckers who the fuck we are, then." Chelsea said as she pulled Limehouse at London.
"Thats what your father said." Aberama laughed from the backseat, "Best we don't tell Thomas that you've joined us, Chelsea, he won't be too pleased."
Chelsea ignored him and she and Finn jumped out of the car, walking through the tightly packed streets together.
They found themselves at the end of an alley way and Isaiah pushed in front of them both, waiting until the two Shelby's had their guns out before kicking the door open.
"Subtle." Chelsea remarked as Isaiah smirked over his shoulder at her.
"Ready?" Finn said, coming to a halt at the end of the stairs.
"I haven't done this in a while." Chelsea smirked, checking her gun was loaded, "Time to blow off some steam."
Isaiah smirked and kissed her cheek, "Atta girl."
Aberama left them, Chelsea didn't know where he went but she didn't care. They walked up the stairs and opened the doors, a little girl was pointing at the room beside them.
"Down here." Chelsea whispered, she walked ahead, Finn and Isaiah behind her, like guard dogs.
They reached the end of the hall and just as Chelsea went to open the door, someone inside shot their gun, the bullet flying through the door and skimming Chelsea's peaked cap.
Isaiah grabbed Chelsea and pushed her back against his chest, stood at the other side of the door was Finn.
He pushed open the door once again and let out a hiss before sliding to the floor.
Chelsea looked at Finn and saw him staring at the bullet wound in his arm.
"Fuck it." Chelsea whispered, anger rushing through her body.
