Thread: Mills and Mafia (LuanaXVictorian)

Maeve tilted her head ever so slightly when she heard footsteps approaching. Chulainn whickered softly, flicking his tail and pinning his ears back. Her cheek still resting on Chulainn's snout she listened to his rants and demands. She knew none of this, by rights, was hers. Even Chulainn was technically owned by Jimmy's boss. The thought made her stomach roil and tilt. Even more so was his demanding attitude. She lifted her head from Chulainn and turned to face the bossy Italian. She puffed up to string together as many expletives and fouls in argument but as she stared at him she deflated some. His interest in her safety was for the money. But his goal was, despite that, to keep her safe. I know your interest in my life is for the money my name provides. And I know you just want to keep me safe. She looked back to Chulainn and scratched his jaw. How long will this take? I can't be taken away and hidden like a princess of fairy tales...and you're certainly not Prince Charming. What good is my family name if the mill isn't run? Maybe a couple of weeks but...I can't just disappear. She stepped back from the handsome grey horse and made a little noise somewhere between a click and a his. Chulainn tossed his head and stamped his foot impudently. She made the noise again and pointed at the stable. With another head toss he turned and trotted to the stable. Maeve turned back to Jimmy her arms clasped behind her. She appraised him for a moment. If nothing else she could compliment how handsome he was. He certainly looked the part of Prince Charming...minus actually being charming. He was smart too. Smart enough to run two sets of books for the mill. Tomorrow morning then. You might think you hold the cards but it's my life, my mill and my family still. When this is over I will ensure the debts are paid then you are free to leave the services of this family. For now you will be provided the room you chose and access to my father's gun collection. After we eat I will be going riding. With luck all this will be over before the opening hunt and Chulainn has been idle nearly all summer. Shall we, she swept a gesture back towards the house and moved around Jimmy to march out of the pasture, her cloud of curling fire bounced and sway with every jaunty step. Rather than go inside she veered right to a well built white gazebo. Wine had already been placed on the table and two places set. Just as she poured the wine Liam came out with a large bowl of pasta. It was simple enough. Spaghetti noodles with meat sauce. Thank you Liam. Tell the staff they should clean up early and have a drink. Whatever you like from the cellars. Father would not wish the grief of his passing to be a dry occasion. Liam stared for a moment before nodding. As you say miss. Are you not heading out...? I am, I will saddle Chulainn myself. She reached out and put a hand on his arm. Stay strong...mother will need you. Liam swallowed hard, nodded and left. Maeve served the noodle dish to Jimmy first then filled her own plate. Not familiar with noodle consumption etiquette she picked up her knife to cut up the noodles into more manageable pieces. If it is know I am not here how safe will everyone be here? I assume it is only me they want now? Being home, out near the fields and spending time with Chulainn had done wonders for her nerves and strength. She still grieved, her heart and guts ached, but there was strength to be found in the familiar.