"I swear on my life and the River Styx
I never thought it'd be you I'd miss
Now I'm dangling by the ankle somewhere cold
Like Sisyphus pushing that rock uphill
Or Echo falling for a daffodil
You lured me like a siren to the shore
Now I can't keep th...
It's been a week since Oliver came home, and things were still tense. Especially with his other half, Arrow, running around. It was safe to say that people were going around like headless chickens.
Except Laurel who knew what was going on.
At the moment Laurel was talking with a Lawyer friend of hers, and her client, Emily, about her father being murdered and the case they were in, going up against some mob guy. Laurel knew this guy was dangerous, but so was she.
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"Well, we anticipate that Somers' attorney will try and paint you as blinded by grief or looking to make a buck." The Lawyer friend told them.
"This isn't about the money. I just want justice for my father." Emily told the two.
"Emily, there are a lot of people who don't want this trial to proceed. Dangerous people." Laurel warned her.
"My mother died when I was a baby, and my father has been the only family I've ever known and they slit his throat. They are going to have to kill me if they want me to give this up." Emily told Laurel who nodded in understanding.
"Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that." Laurel said as her father walked into the room with three police officers.
"And it won't." Quentin said to them, as the women looked at the officers confused.
"What's going on?" Laurel asked, confused.
"What's going on is that the three of you are getting around-the-clock police protection. Okay? Get used to their faces, because they're going with you everywhere you go. No arguments."
"I'm a lawyer. I live to argue." Laurel said, giving a small joke.
"I'm your father. I live to keep you safe."
"Um, Emily, let's go grab a cup of coffee, okay?" The other lawyer said and the two women left.
"Yes, why not do that? Thank you. Please, go with them. Stay there." Quentin said to the officers.
"Protective custody? I seem to recall you trying that once I discovered boys. It didn't work then either." Laurel told the man with a small, bitchy, smile.
"This isn't a joke, Laurel. Martin Somers got attacked last night." Quentin said and she gave him a faux shocked look.
"What?"
"Yeah."
"By who?"
"It doesn't matter. Point is, you have whipped up a storm with these guys, and until the dust settles you'll be protected, okay? End of discussion." Her father told her and she raised a brow at him.
"That might have worked when I was eight. But it's not gonna work anymore."
"End of discussion, Laurel! You're insistent on doing your job. That's great. But this is me doing mine, okay? And not just as a father, but as a cop. These people, they are more dangerous than you are willing to admit. And you've made them angry."
