Where was she, really? Jamming the clutch on her car and pulling into the brake position, she threw herself out of the car, her toes immediately experiencing warm, luxurious sand. She sighed, and slammed her car door shut. Maybe she did need time to relax, as all her friends told her. But returning to the previous question, where was she? In life? She suddenly realized that no, she didn't just not give a fuck, she actually cared. Where would she go from here? The last time Shaemus got out she didn't even know, nonetheless acknowledge it until she actually saw him.
'Only God will judge me,' was written on his back. Well he obviously wasn't meant to die just yet, or otherwise he wouldn't have survived. A smothered ring came from her purse. She dove into it, spilling obnoxious black wires. She set the purse and wires down on the hood of her car, pulled out the wires, and answered the phone on the fifth ring.
"Well I was beginning to think you wouldn't answer!"
"Sorry, Le', I'm a little stressed."
"What's the deal? I hear waves… you've obviously left the courtroom, then. Natalie or Alex with you?"
"No, why? What about them?"
"Oh, nothing… just when I called an Irish thug answered their phones…"
"Oh no." Suddenly waves and sun didn't appeal to her anymore. Something terrible had happened, and now the thought of it made her collapsed into a car seat and start up the engine.
"Yeah, right. That's why I was calling. Do you know if they're in trouble or not?"
"I don't know anything, but they must have followed mini Shaemus."
"The hot one?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm assuming then that they ran into a mob of Irish thugs and are now kicking their asses. Don't worry, I bet they'll only have a few bruises by the end of it. Faith, man!"
"Shut UP, Leah! We have to find them!"
"No! Dylan! Wait! Look from a distance, you know what I mean? And I think your phone was tapped."
"Was?"
"Well, you switched phones, right?"
"Oh."
"So, you'd better not get involved. I know they wouldn't kill Natalie or Alex, not that they'd get the chance, especially because YOU'RE NOT THERE. Come on, Dylan, use your noodle. What do you think?"
"I think you're crazy, but smart in a weird, weird way."
"Hey, that's why I'm here!"
"And God, am I glad… Leah? LEAH!"
***
The phone dropped from her hand, swinging from its cord as it hung off the side of the kitchen counter.
"Mini - Shaemus," she managed to make out before collapsing to the floor, tenderly pulling a tranquilizer dart out of her shoulder.
"Eech…" She grunted and pushed herself up to her knees, looking around warily, but got a surprise from behind by what could only be Shaemus's brother. Even from a first glance, she knew it had to be him. The eyes were the same, as were the mouth, the nose, the voice… He grabbed her by the neck and threw her against the counter, his eyes inches from hers, his breath swelling in her face.
"Well it looks like someone wasn't expecting me…"
***
"Leah! LEAH!" She slammed her hand on the side of her car. "FUCK!"
With a screech, she sped out of the small concrete overlay, leaving dark rubber tire marks on the road behind her. There was nothing she could do but go see if Leah was okay. She just had to trust that her fellow Angels were alright, and that no one was going to attack HER.
But sure enough, from a high cliff overlooking the road and the beach, a machine gun was focused on the retreating convertible.
***
Leah looked in horror at her attacker. Why the fuck was she home alone when her adoptive mother's stalker was loose on the world and looking for revenge?! She grunted and tried to pry his fingers away from her throat, but it was no use. Savage green eyes were all she could see, and there was nothing she could do about it. But the tranquilizer was beginning to work, and even green eyes were slipping away from her as her vision blurred…
'Only God will judge me,' was written on his back. Well he obviously wasn't meant to die just yet, or otherwise he wouldn't have survived. A smothered ring came from her purse. She dove into it, spilling obnoxious black wires. She set the purse and wires down on the hood of her car, pulled out the wires, and answered the phone on the fifth ring.
"Well I was beginning to think you wouldn't answer!"
"Sorry, Le', I'm a little stressed."
"What's the deal? I hear waves… you've obviously left the courtroom, then. Natalie or Alex with you?"
"No, why? What about them?"
"Oh, nothing… just when I called an Irish thug answered their phones…"
"Oh no." Suddenly waves and sun didn't appeal to her anymore. Something terrible had happened, and now the thought of it made her collapsed into a car seat and start up the engine.
"Yeah, right. That's why I was calling. Do you know if they're in trouble or not?"
"I don't know anything, but they must have followed mini Shaemus."
"The hot one?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm assuming then that they ran into a mob of Irish thugs and are now kicking their asses. Don't worry, I bet they'll only have a few bruises by the end of it. Faith, man!"
"Shut UP, Leah! We have to find them!"
"No! Dylan! Wait! Look from a distance, you know what I mean? And I think your phone was tapped."
"Was?"
"Well, you switched phones, right?"
"Oh."
"So, you'd better not get involved. I know they wouldn't kill Natalie or Alex, not that they'd get the chance, especially because YOU'RE NOT THERE. Come on, Dylan, use your noodle. What do you think?"
"I think you're crazy, but smart in a weird, weird way."
"Hey, that's why I'm here!"
"And God, am I glad… Leah? LEAH!"
***
The phone dropped from her hand, swinging from its cord as it hung off the side of the kitchen counter.
"Mini - Shaemus," she managed to make out before collapsing to the floor, tenderly pulling a tranquilizer dart out of her shoulder.
"Eech…" She grunted and pushed herself up to her knees, looking around warily, but got a surprise from behind by what could only be Shaemus's brother. Even from a first glance, she knew it had to be him. The eyes were the same, as were the mouth, the nose, the voice… He grabbed her by the neck and threw her against the counter, his eyes inches from hers, his breath swelling in her face.
"Well it looks like someone wasn't expecting me…"
***
"Leah! LEAH!" She slammed her hand on the side of her car. "FUCK!"
With a screech, she sped out of the small concrete overlay, leaving dark rubber tire marks on the road behind her. There was nothing she could do but go see if Leah was okay. She just had to trust that her fellow Angels were alright, and that no one was going to attack HER.
But sure enough, from a high cliff overlooking the road and the beach, a machine gun was focused on the retreating convertible.
***
Leah looked in horror at her attacker. Why the fuck was she home alone when her adoptive mother's stalker was loose on the world and looking for revenge?! She grunted and tried to pry his fingers away from her throat, but it was no use. Savage green eyes were all she could see, and there was nothing she could do about it. But the tranquilizer was beginning to work, and even green eyes were slipping away from her as her vision blurred…
