-The Law-

The truth

Isadora
I remember now.

I remember why that man looked familiar, he's my handler for Eamon. He was the messenger that was in charge of watching my move and reporting it back to him. I pull away from the kiss immediately, my stomach churning at the thought of why he was there. Despite me being on cloud 9 with Dante's grip circling me, I seem to show a little discomfort which causes him to put me down, adjusting my dress and the suit jacket.

There's something going on. Dante asking me about Eamon and then the handler showing up? My gut tells me Dante knows more than he's leading on but why is he keeping it a secret.

It takes me a second to realize Dante had already left my side, entering the car as if we weren't down each other's throats 2 seconds ago. I stand there in the rain, contemplating what to say when I get in but despite the suit jacket covering me, my teeth still chatter forcing me back inside the vehicle quickly.

"What is it?"

"I-I'm freezing" I say pulling my knee up to my chest as I hug myself.

"That's not what I meant and you know it" his eyes meets mine causing me to suck in air trying not to get intimidated.

"I remember who the man from the pool was, he was my handler for Eamon" I say partly true, but also I knew if I didn't stop where our previous was going there'd be no going back. I want to forget that ever happened.

"What" he says alarmingly looking through the windows. Just on queue something smashes against us from Dante's side, causing the windows to shatter on impact while my head hits the window on my side.

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My eyes flutter, regaining consciousness before a sharp migraine courses through my head. I wince out in pain pulling a hand up to touch my bleeding forehead. My groaning settles as my eyes peer up to realize I'm not alone. Across from me is a man sitting on a sofa with his legs crossed, black and white haired beard in a goatee cut, his jaw set and his eyes hooded. His hair gelled back with fades at the sides while tattoos crawl up to his neck, revealed by the white button up shirt that is left unbuttoned 3 spaces up.

He holds a glass of my guess whiskey while the other hand is spread out on the top of the sofa. A smirk forms on his face while I look him up and down in confusion.

"Who are you-where am I—where's my husband" I look around only to realize I'm in a foreign bedroom and not a hospital given the fact that Dante and I were in an accident.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you Isadora" he acknowledges with a distinctive accent.

"Answer my questions" I remain seated up on the bed, maintaining my distance because you can't seem to tell me I've been possibly kidnapped twice now in a span of 8 months.

"Pardon me for not introducing myself love, Eamon, Eamon Walsh and we have a lot to go over" He says, placing down the empty cup while all hair sticks up from my body. I have no idea what to feel or do, should I be happy he's helped me get away from Dante as well as meeting someone who understands or should I be frightened of how my knowledge of him could be wrong after all these years.

"You crashed into us" I touch my bleeding head once more as it keeps on throbbing.

"My apologies for that as well, my men were left no choice but to put Mr Delrico down to take you and that was the only way deemed fit. Unfortunately your husband wouldn't have let you go without a fight" Eamon stands on his feet walking over to me gently and politely, he is as tall as Dante but maybe a bit shorter.