Thread: Mills and Mafia (LuanaXVictorian)

Jimmy said nothing in response, not at first. Then he went to her closet to grab clothes. Her face flared for a moment as he rifled through her personals. She got to her feet as he reminded her of her toothbrush. She rolled her eyes and huffed. Yes Ma, she said irritably. Clearly a man picking her clothes he simply grabbed what he found. The old riding cloak he flung at her was the only semi-practical article he found. She left some of the clothes he pulled out on the bed and packed what she thought wise. Comfortable dresses, easily washable, ones her mother had made for her that were more to the style of a common woman in Ireland. Jimmy left the room, to where she didn't know, as she finished packing up. She paused, looking at her jewelry box. Pursing her lips she grabbed what she could inside of it. Jewelry held value, if they needed money they could sell the items. As she left she paused and turned to go to her father's room. The clothes were roomy, as her father had gone a bit to fat, but that would make up for their height differences. She had to sit on her suitcase to close it but the clasps held. Barely. Before leaving she stopped to say goodbye to Liam. She wouldn't wake her mother though. Once they learn we've fled you should be safe. Take care of her and yourself. Liam nodded and crushed her in a hug before she ran out to meet Jimmy. One more pause at the door. She ran back into her mother's sewing room and grabbed the sewing box her mother had. Maeve quietly thanked God for being Irish. Though fiery they were a rather practical people and she had managed to inherit that legacy. With the cloak hood over her head she ran back out to the Model-T with Jimmy. Well I brought clothes and necessities for you too Prince Charming. You are welcome. As soon as they were off she heard the blaring whine of sirens. Hopefully the police could protect her family. Maeve canted her head as they arrived at a bar. This hardly seemed a good time for a drink. Still she stepped out of the car with an amused and confused look to Jimmy. She pulled her good down as far as it could go, tucking in her wayward curls. The din when the door opened made her hesitate in the threshold for a moment. She'd never been to such a place. Swallowing her trepidation she followed Jimmy in as he ordered two shots of...well of something. Once she was seated he left again. She didn't touch the drink just yet. Her hood obscured most of her face but she observed the patrons. A man waved Jimmy over to him, jerking his head to the door to the back room. Joe Abarre was one of the underbosses of the Frucelli family. Don Frucelli's youngest brother. Once they were alone in the back room Joes peered through the small window. That's her eh? He humphed and turned back to Jimmy. Posted up here, closest to McTierany's manor in case we got any word on an attack. The Don's livid. Dinaploi's been gunnin' for our assets, never made a move till now. For now the Don wants her kept alive, good you've done it so far. War's not declared just yet but the storm's commin. Posting guards at the mill for now. You got a good place to go? Don't tell me. Less we all know the better. Sure you've got this Jimmy? Just you to fight off thugs if yer found ya know.