𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗬 ➳ 𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝟮

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓.

After waiting for what felt like an hour, the great Dutch Van Der Linde decided to make his grand appearance. Arthur moved away from the window, spotting his friend. He looked over at her.

"Stay there," Arthur ordered. Eleanor sighed, rolling her head as she heard his footsteps leave the room.

"It's not like I've got anything better to do!" She called out after him. "Oh wait, I do!" She grumbled. Not bothering to make matters worse, Eleanor decided to do as she was told. It was obvious that if she tried to escape now she would have been shot dead anyway. Dying wasn't exactly on her list of things to do. She could hear muffled voices from outside, just in earshot. However, she couldn't make out what they were saying but she knew it was about her. Eventually footsteps sounded, announcing the arrival of multiple people. Eleanor frowned when she saw a blonde man in a red shirt walk in, a big brimmed white hat shadowing over his glare at her. She returned the glare causing him to chuckle. Another man walked in, this one was well dressed with an orange vest with had a pocket knife dangling down the front. 

Lovely, he's probably gonna cut me up.

Finally Arthur and Dutch walked in. Dutch's eyes immediately landed on her, a sigh escaping from him at the sight of her. 

"Well if it ain't the famous Eleanor Miller," Dutch greeted with a small grin. "The she wolf." She had no idea what he had up his sleeve, but it was definitely something. Eleanor kept her eyes on the blonde man before he disappeared somewhere behind her, she didn't like the look on his face. 

"I could say the same about you," she slowly muttered as she turned her attention back on the man himself. She kept her eyes on the man, his charm beaming off of him. Eleanor knew men like him too well, but she had a feeling something was different with him. "You've been quite popular lately."

"That seems to be the case," Dutch nodded in agreement. She watched as he unexpectedly grabbed a chair from the corner and sat down in front of her, sitting on the chair backwards. His arms hung loosely on the back rest of the wooden seat. She shook her head at him.

"What are we doing here? I thought it would just be you," Eleanor demanded. Dutch held his hands up in defence, hoping to ease her. 

"Easy there, I just want to talk," Dutch confirmed. Eleanor however, being the stubborn woman she is still didn't buy any of it. "I brought some men with me because... well... you're quite the-"

"Killer? Yeah," Eleanor finished his sentence. "I've got more important things to worry about than you and your little children," Eleanor spat, annoyed that her hands were tied. She had learnt to trust no one, especially after her Dad got killed by one of his own Gang members. That's one thing that was on her mind, her father's murder. It had been years ago, but now she trusted herself to take care of business. 

"Huh," Dutch scoffed, offended with the comment. However, he didn't let it linger too long, brushing it off like a speck of dirt on his shirt. "Anyway, I have a proposal."

"No," Eleanor answered, shaking her head at him. "I ain't doing no one's dirty work," she informed. Dutch paused, scanning the woman's face, thinking to himself. However, Eleanor could not read the man. He had nailed the poker face.

"You know, I've read books about your Father," Dutch began. Eleanor rolled her eyes, she always heard that from people, especially people who she had killed. "Most people would think he is bad because he was an outlaw, but I understand him. He did what he needed to do to survive," Dutch explained, admiring her passed loved one. 

"Those books are nothing but fantasy from idiot writers that make up shit and use him as a character for story lovers," Eleanor hissed. "Idiot writers trick fools like you into believing it's true," she narrowed her eyes at him. She heard a chuckle come from the blonde man.