Gentlemen Of The Court

Chapter Twenty Four

TWO WEEKS later, Delilah elegantly strolled down the streets that would lead to her townhouse. It was already dark, and it was way too late and way too dangerous for a lady, an unmarried one, to still be out, on the streets of Florence. But she couldn't coerce her already dreary, tired body into a faster pace. So she simply settled on maintaining the slow one she'd already begun.

She'd kept true to her promise. She hadn't healed any stray sick persons in days now. But that didn't mean she wasn't still tired and hungover, and suffering the consequences of healing a gypsy from a near death experience.

Delilah had been able to locate the first place Genevieve, her elder sister had first come to, when she first got here, the capital city of Florence. A tattooist.

Apparently, Genevieve had first come here of her own volition. In fact, she hadn't initially been on the Queen's radar, from what Delilah had found out. It was only until she started making serious trouble, that her identity as a gypsy had been found out.

According to the tattooist, who'd only been willing to talk after Delilah had dropped some ample coins in his palms, a year ago, a young lady who'd called herself Genny had come to his shop to try to get a tattoo off. Which was unusual for him, because he usually put tattoos on people, not try to get it off. But she'd been adamant.

And according to him, he'd tried and tried, and it hadn't come off. That was when he'd realized it wasn't a natural tattoo, and she wasn't human. She could only be gypsy. He'd instantly driven her out of his shop, because he knew what that sort of tattoo meant. It was common knowledge. A tattoo slashed at the back of a gypsy meant they'd killed before.

And after he'd forced her to leave, he'd never seen nor heard from her again. That didn't provide much help to Delilah, but it did affirm the most important thing she did need affirming about.

Genevieve had really intact come here, to the capital of Florence.

Delilah wasn't just going on a random, wild goose chase. Her sister had really come here, and something really terrible had happened to her here.

"Arrrgh! Let me go! Let me go!" a woman's sudden sharp scream, in the quiet night instantly disrupted Delilah's thoughts, and without thinking, Delilah quickly ran to the source of the scream, and when she got there, her blood almost ran cold

Four men, had pounced on a defenseless lady. Her clothes laid tattered all around her. They'd forcefully torn her clothes from her and were even now trying to rape her.

Delilah instantly brought out the small gun she kept in her reticle, and without hesitation, fired three rapid shots into the air. She made sure to stay hidden, so the men didn't know who had fired the shots, nor where it had come from.

"Who's there?"

"Someone's here!"

"Show yourself!"

Delilah carefully poised the gun, and expertly aimed at the leg of one of them. She had excellent marksmanship and the bullet hit right at the foot of one of them.
The man jumped up and started screaming in utter agony, and pain. The rest where thoroughly scared now.

"I'm out of here, man. I'm not about to loose my life, fucking a little whore."

"There are other whores better than her to enjoy"

"Man, I got wife and kids! I can't die"

And they quickly picked up the fourth man in pain, and staggered away.

When Delilah was sure they were all gone, she quickly put away her gun, and came out

The almost assaulted woman, looked at her with frightened eyes, and kept on dragging her body backwards, as Delilah came forward

"Hey, hey, you're okay. I'm a friend. Not an enemy. I was the one who fired those bullets to drive those men away. I'm Delilah. What's your name?" Delilah carefully crouched down, so as not startle the terrified woman

"Here, have my coat" Delilah quickly added, as she pulled her coat, and handed it over to the woman who tentatively grabbed it from Delilah's hand and murmured a barely audible "thank you"

The weather was way too chilly for a naked woman to be out on the streets, Delilah thought chidely.

The crimes in Florence had reached a new high. This was too brutal even for them. So they'd go to such lengths to rape a woman, and most likely kill her, after they were done.

And none of them were gypsy. They were all humans. And they still thought there was a line that separated gypsies from humans? They all fucking acted the same. They all exhibited the same level of violence. And if they still kept on fighting themselves, likethey were even right now doing, Florence was heading for an unquestionable doom.

"I'm Sarah." the woman finally responded.

"Sarah, you're hurt. You have bruises and cuts all over your body. Is there a place I can take you to? Where do you live?" Delilah replied gently

"Just down the street. At Eli's Tavern. It's a bawdy house" the woman replied snarkily, in a somewhat combative pose, as if daring Delilah, or anyone even, to judge her

It would make sense though, Delilah thought wistfully. Sarah really was a prostitute, as an actual profession. And men, were not above raping prostitutes they couldn't have, or didn't have the money to pay for. But still, that didn't make the men's actions right. And Delilah was glad now, that she shot one of them, to prove that.

Sarah was waiting for Delilah to Peharps judge her. But that was barking up the wrong tree, because the last thing Delilah planned on doing that night, was judge anyone.

"Come on. Let me help you up, and take you there. They must be worried about you by now" Delilah finally replied, as she helped the woman up, and they slowly walked down the street together, until they got to Eli's Tavern and went in.

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