About a week or so had passed since Cyndi and Remy's emotional reconciliation and things were looking to slowly be returning to normal, that is, until a certain scorned ex-'wife' came calling...

Cyndi was uncorking a bottle of wine for her, Becky and Remy to drink while Becky cooked dinner, when the phone rang. Remy, noticing the girls hands were full, answered the phone thinking nothing of it.

"Hello?" He said into the receiver.

"Knew I'd find ya dere..." Came Bella's southern drawl on the other end.

"Wha' do ya wan'?" He asked hastily, his ruby on onyx eyes narrowing.

"Jus' makin' a lil call, Rems...hoped I'd get Cyndi. Ya know, old friends do need ta keep in touch." Bella replied easily. Cyndi glanced over at Remy, noticing the change in his tone, sensing hostility.

"Who is it, Baby?" Cyndi asked. Remy put his finger up to his lips, silently telling her to 'shhhh.'

"Awwww give her de phone, Rems..." Bella teased.

"Ya have no righ' callin' here..." Remy sighed.

"Jus' wan'ed ta tell ya dat ya better keep an eye on ya belle fille. Ya best be watchin' ya back too, Homme. Julien an' I always wan'ed ta see de big city..." Bella said before Remy's ear was treated to the sound of the dial tone.

Merde...

"Chere..." Remy said softly.

"What, Remy?" Cyndi asked gently, tilting her head to look up at his handsome face, his eyes overcome with worry.

"Dat was Bella...ya ain't safe here, Chere. Remy gotta get us outta here." He said as he took her hands in his, squeezing slightly.

"Wait, what? How'd she get the number?" Cyndi asked, confused, a million thoughts starting to race through her head. Where would they go? Why did they have to go? Was Bella really something to be afraid of? Was she that dangerous? Then Cyndi remembered that Bella was part of a group of...Assassins. Of course she was dangerous!

"Ya don' t'ink a girl wit' de same upbringin' as Remy could find ya number? Chere...de girl's worse den de FBI." Remy sighed. Becky walked over to them and the vibe of what was taking place washed over her, giving her a sick feeling at the bottom of her stomach.

"What's going on?" Becky asked clueless. Reluctantly, Cyndi and Remy told Becky everything. Everything about Remy's past, the Guilds, the arranged marriage...

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"So, now what you're telling me is that I have to pack up and leave everything I worked so hard for...AGAIN?" Cyndi asked Remy, getting angry as reality sunk in.

"Ya have Remy dis time if it be any consolation...?" Remy sighed, practically tucking his tail between his legs and sulking in the corner. He hadn't meant for this to happen, he thought coming to NY would be a fresh start for him. For both of them.

"Remy...I just...I just went through all this school work...and then you come here all 'Le's get married, Chere' and 'Remy loves ya, he'll be de man ya wan' him ta be'...only to make me lose it all. AND, to top it all off! Bella and her brother just might kill the both of us!" Cyndi exclaimed, mocking Remy with her version of his accent as she paced in front of the Cajun and her best friend.

"Instead of getting mad at Remy, maybe you both should think of a solution?" Becky suggested quietly. Cyndi shot her a glare before her face softened and she finally looked back at Remy. Becky slowly walked back into the kitchen to finish dinner.

"What are we gonna do?" Cyndi asked exasperated.

"We coul' go overseas..." Remy replied slowly, expecting to get hit or have something thrown at him, not putting it past the petite brunette after the tongue lashing she just gave him.

"Where?" She said.

"Paris, London...dunno..." He sighed with a shrug.

"This is just great!" Cyndi burst out as she walked into the kitchen and opened the bottle of red wine meant for their dinner, bringing the bottle to her lips and drinking heavily.

"Chere, dat's not gonna help anyt'in...remember wha' ya tol' Remy?" He said softly. She turned her head so she could look at him and narrowed her icy blue eyes at him.

"Don't you throw my words back at me...you're in no position." She warned. Remy bit his bottom lip and quieted himself before he said something really stupid. Cyndi might have been a foot shorter than him, and a good 100 pounds lighter than him, but as God as his witness, Remy did not want to face the wrath of Cynthia Giordano.

The girl had a decent right hook.

"Remy, you pick where we go and you take care of it all. I don't want to be bothered with it until we have to leave..." Cyndi sighed as she and her wine bottle retreated to her bedroom, the door shutting firmly behind her. Remy groaned, having seen more of that door since he'd come to New York than the inside of the room itself.

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"So, this girl's really crazy, huh?" Becky asked Remy as they sat at the kitchen table and ate dinner in relative silence up until that moment.

"She's not de type ya wanna piss off...le's jus' say Remy's pissed off her entire family an' dey all jus' like her." Remy replied.

"And your dad really-" Becky began before Remy cut him off.

"His name is Jean Luc, he's Remy's adoptive father." Remy corrected bluntly.

"This Jean Luc really thought setting you up with this girl was a good idea? Doesn't sound like a man with his sons best interests at heart." Becky deduced. Remy nodded slowly as he took a bite of his lasagna.

"Not all men are mean' ta be fathers..." He added softly.

"Still, you might get killed...Cyndi might get killed, sounds like the man owes you something for all this bullshit he's put you through. Sounds like you didn't ask for a damn bit of it..." Becky replied.

Again, there was another long silence before either spoke.

"Cyndi will cool off. She's just thinking about all the money she and her Aunt spent on college...all the time and things she gave up to do it. I doubt she's really mad at you." Becky assured him.

For his sake, he hoped Becky was right.