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𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

MARY-ROSE

Maya Angelou wrote: "Each time a woman stands up for herself, she stands up for all women."

𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑌－𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝐼𝑆𝑁，𝑇 𝐴 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝑊𝐻𝑂 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑆  𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑀𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑃𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝐵𝑈𝑆𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝑀𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝐹𝑅𝑂𝑀 𝐴 𝑀𝐴𝑁， from anybody really.
She's as stubborn as her mother, and as hot headed as her father, but although the not so ideal fusion between the two personality traits, she knows where the line is, and the line is where Jack seems to play hopscotch.

After the entire incident with Jack in the middle of the alleyway, Mary-Rose insisted she was to go back to work, she didn't have enough time to be able to flog around like a headless chook with the current drama.

Or so Jack was told.

Mary-Rose isn't one to withdrawal secrets from the people she lives, but she believes in a white lie for a good reason. Inevitably, she wound herself stalking down the street and to Darius' mangey fox hole he called his betting house—again. This week she could've sworn she'd spent majority of her time giving Darius a piece of her mind all because he's a dirty scum. She didn't bother to knock when she kicked open the door, the entire room turned to look at her, but she didn't spare a glance to the lingering gazes of the half dressed women and dirty old men. She only had one goal in mind—give the god damned mungrel Darius a bloody piece of her damned mind.

She stomped down the hall and with every creak to her step upon the rotted wooden floor boards, she continue to get more furious—if that was possible. The door had a rusty plaque nailed to the top, saying 'Private Quarters'. She only scoffed and kicked in the door, the hinges squealing at the sudden force from her foot.

"I thought we had a deal!" Mary Rose barged into the secluded room, nothing but a few candles and the fire place offering the stingy dust covered room some light.

Darius had three girls to his side, minimal clothes of course, and a cigarette between his fingers. The girls hurriedly tried to cover themselves, the brunette on the left, Mary believe was the congressmen's daughter. She wondered if he knew little Louise's choice in career.

"I was wondering when you'd show up, what can I do for you Mary-Rose?"

She stood before the man, cigarette and old bourbon fuming from both him and the room. "You mangey bastard—I paid your stupid debt!"

"I don't believe you did, I don't recall this payment," Rosie couldn't believe what she was hearing. She used her savings, she stalked her way down here and paid the debt, every last penny, and Darius has the audacity to pretend he didn't receive the payment?

Darius looked to the fuming blonde woman in the doorway. "Now, if you don't mind. I'll be getting a drink."

After getting escorted out against her will—not without a fight of course, she knew she wasn't going to get what she needed to via force so it was all back to the chalk board for ideas to save her partner.

"You absolute son of a—" Mary Rose wasn't one for cursing, she despised it because her father did it so often, but this is a case where she couldn't be damned to allowed Darius control over her, he was a manipulative bastard and Mary was a stubborn woman.

"Watch it Budel, that's my mother you're swearing at," Darius sat back in his seat, not a very factor in his words or actions. He knew what he'd done, he'd done it to many others before, scammed others into the deals and debts so he can claim ownership over the victims' homes and properties, leaving them nothing but the clothes on their backs and the curb on the street's. Darius was a self centred imbecile who threw away everything good in his life for alcohol and addiction, a bastard who cared only for himself and the numbers in his wallet. He wanted other to suffer so he himself could thrive.