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enchanted chapter 41, christmas eve.
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One year later, 24th December 1925
Rory was now sixteen and Eve was now fifteen and closer than before. Eve had moved into her shared room with Rory at their new house, her mother and brother had left Birmingham and for once in her life the girl didn't care where she had gone. With Rory turning sixteen she had more free reign than before and both John and Esme had agreed to let Lilian see Rory on the conditions it was Rory's choice when they saw each other and where they would go.
John had bought Rory, Eve and the rest of the kids a dog well two dogs, Eve and Rory shared one and the rest of the kids shared the other one.
Rory still hadn't forgiven Tommy for what he did and she doubted she ever would but they spoke still but their relationship had gone completely downhill it was barely there.
Upon hearing Ada's car the blonde and brunette duo had run around from the back yard where Rory was sat painting as Eve laid on the ground next to her.
"Ada!" they shouted as they tumbled over each other and into Ada making her grunt at the force.
"Sorry!" they said in unison making the woman smile at them.
"Take it you missed me?" she asked as she hugged them both.
Over the years from when Rory first introduced Eve to her family, the brunette got on with Ada straight away therefore making them close. Ada was always a phone call away for her to rant about Finn too if Rory was with Lilian or Isaiah.
Footsteps approached at Ada looked between the girls and then John, "Hello Esme."
Esme stood leaning on the doorknob with a glass in her hand. "Who paid for your car and driver, Ada?" she asked.
"Shelby Company Limited," she answered and the girls watched Esme force a small smile.
"Nice car," before it dropped. "Treats you well, his last little pet." The girls snickered.
Ada rolled her eyes, "Look this visit is meant to be about making things alright."
"But everything's not alright is it though, Ada? It never will be. Tommy used the boys at bait once again and you might have forgiven him but we haven't. I nearly lost my dad again, uncle again, aunt and whatever relation Michael is to me," Rory said to her.
"John had a rope around his neck. He shit himself," Esme pointed out.
"Alright, Esme, that'll do, yeah?" John exclaimed. "Go on, go back in the kitchen. Girls go back outside, Rory do your fucking painting or whatever it is you do."
"Take the cars back to the money," Esme sneered before walking out with the girls following.
The post came before they left the house and among the post Rory saw a card with a black handprint on it and it had all their names on including Eve's.
"Dad?" she called panicked.
He rushed out. "What is it?"
Rory waved the card in his face, "What's this?"
"Give me that," he ordered as he ran back to the phone, snatching it off her with the girls following hot on his heel. He rang Arthur.
"Arthur, have you checked your post?" he asked. "I just got served a black hand. I just got delivered a black fucking hand to the house from Luca Changretta."
"Who?" Eve mouthed to Rory whose face had paled.
"I'll explain in a minute," she mouthed back.
"The old man's only son, he was going to get some for killing a bank clerk in a robbery so his old man sent it back to New York. You know what the black hand means among the wops, Arthur? It's mafia shit. The Sicilian fucking mafia, check your post Arthur," John said.
Eve's face had now paled matching Rory's whose heart had stopped.
"Mafia. What do you mean mafia?" Rory asked panicked. "Did you not learn anything from last time?"
"Go back outside, Eve take her back outside please," he told his daughters as Esme appeared at the doorway.
The girls had gone outside and they heard Esme and John arguing, "They're coming for us all and Eve is one of the names that was on our black hand, we swore to protect her and now she's involved." They heard John shout before it went quiet.
"He won't let anything happen to you, don't worry," she reassured the girl.
"How does he know that I live with you?" Eve asked.
"I don't know but I swear my dad won't let anything happen to you," she replied putting her hands on the girl's shoulder as they stopped walking.
"Rory! Eve!" John shouted making their heads snap towards him their faces twist in confusion as they watched him run up the gravel with two shotguns.
"Dad, seriously?" Rory asked, crossing her arms.
John gave her a pointed look. "Yes seriously now take the guns and go back to the back yard and continue your painting," he told them passing them the guns.
Rory watched Eve walk towards the back yard closed her eyes before speaking once she was out of earshot. "We're going to be okay, aren't we? no one's going to die and no one's leaving, right?" she asked.
"We're going to be fine, okay?" John attempted to reassure her. "No one is leaving and no one is dying."
"Promise?" she asked putting the shotgun against her shoulder and holding her pinky out.
"I promise," he replied entwining their pinky's.
"Will you help me bring in my canvas please?" Rory asked. "I can't carry it with a shotgun as well," she said and shot him a cheeky smile. He rolled his eyes with a smile but started walking up the gravel anyway.
When he got to where his daughter had been painted he noticed that she had painted her, Eve, all seven of her siblings, Isaiah, Finn, John and Esme at the beach when they had gone four months ago.
"I didn't realise how talented you actually are," John said in amazement as he looked over his daughter's painting.
"So you like it then?" she asked sheepishly.
"I love it why?" he asked.
"Good, because it's your day early Christmas present because there was no way I could sneak this massive thing back into the house, wrap it, find somewhere to but it before tomorrow," Rory told him and he laughed.
The three of them then walked inside, John had a hold of the canvas, Rory had the easel, brushes, palette and paint and Eve had the shotguns although she had no idea how to use one let alone two.
If only the girls knew this would be the last day they were all together maybe the girls would have spent more time with their parents rather than in their room reading.
