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CHAPTER II

Amsterdam

The train station was crowded as always. Fortunately for the snotty young woman accompanying Jack, the ones in the first class had their own entrance.

"What an idea of yours Jack." It was difficult to tell if the woman spoke between gritted teeth or if the hard smile was genuine. "Brining the two of us to my uncle in Vienna for the wedding."

Jack turned to his fiancée and smiled. "Of course. Anything for ye Rachel."

A couple of servants were running in the hallway of the train whilst Jack searched for their compartment.

"Excuse me, would you possibly know where to find, eh... this?" Jack pointed down at the handwritten tickets and looked up to a servant who nodded. Before he had time to answer, Rachel interrupted.

"And please bring a basket of exotic fruits."

"Yes, Mrs...?"

"You might as well call me Mrs Teague," she said, and completely missed how Emory stood closely behind. He almost jumped by the name and turned to discreetly check Rachel out. So she was Mrs Teague? The woman which name he had been asking around for on the train.

"Follow me," the servant said and guided the two down a hallway. He pointed further down. "There you have your compartment. It is my sincerest desire you shall be pleasant with this journey to Vienna."

Jack nodded and headed towards what door he believed the servant had pointed to. Without further thought he opened it. Only to face a brunette standing with her back towards him as she looked out the window. The train had already left the station, therefore the scenery moved outside.

He froze as that hair and type of figure was familiar. Angelica?

By the sound of someone opening the door, the girl turned around. She frowned upon the sight of Jack but curtsied politely.

"My apologies," Jack bowed. "I believed this was my compartment, but must have mistaken."

The girl said nothing but nodded as Jack closed the door again. Awfully how much she appeared like Angelica. Obviously it had been a long time ago since the last time he saw her.

As the bartender handed over the shot of tequila, she gave him a coin. When she raised the glass and felt the strong liquid hit her nose, it twitched. She made a face but upon seeing the man standing just by her, leaning over the counter as well, she poured it all down. He looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Third today?"

Angelica chuckled as she raised her finger as she took another one. "Fifth."

"Rough day," the man said. She knew who he was, and she had no idea how he had found her until he said the following words.

"Have we met before?"

She frowned. Did he honestly not know how Mrs Teague looked like?

"You just appear familiar," Emory continued.

"No," Angelica shook her head.

Emory seemed confused and bothersome. "Where are you from?"

"No," Angelica said again before realizing what she was doing. "I-I... mean..."

The bartender leaned forward and put a paper with a pencil on the counter. "Your name Madame."

"Mrs Teach," she said over her shoulder. The bartender noted her name on the paper, and Angelica let out the deep breath she had drawn in when Emory bought her lie.

"Mrs," Emory repeated and looked deeply into Angelica's now slurry eyes. She tried her hardest to focus. Not in the world that she could have imagined that bastard would make it to the train. "I see no Mister around?"

"A late Mister," Angelica corrected.

"Then there will be nobody being against you sharing a bottle of wine with me?"

Angelica gave him a look. "I would."

She was about to go when she heard him call for her. "Mrs Teach."

She turned around.

"If I am allowed to say so, from a gentleman's perspective, you are by far the most beautiful woman."

Something with the sincerity in his tone caused Angelica to blush. Even though she hated this man, and he inwardly hated her without just knowing it yet, she was flattered.

"Thank you, Mr...?"

"Emory," he filled in with a grin.

They nodded as she departed and hurried back to the compartment. It had been rather hard in finding the right one as her vision got blurrier and blurrier. But a few shots of tequila was still something she could handle well.

Arie noticed her condition though and gave her mother a judging eye. "Perhaps not the best occasion for drinking, don't you think?"

Angelica smiled slurrily and laughed slightly woolly. "We are on the run, mi hija."

Arie lowered herself with her head in her mothers lap to let her brush the hair with her finger's. They were quiet for a moment while eyeing the great window that showed the dark scenery outside. It was almost night and the two ladies felt tiredness arrive like a brick hitting their heads.

"Mother?" Arie spoke softly as if she was a tiny little baby girl.

"Yes?"

"Do you believe everything will sort out?"

Angelica nodded slowly. "Yes, I do. I dare to say I know so." She looked down and examined her daughter. There was no doubt Ariehad gotten her hair, her figure - and unfortunately her ill-temper. But she had definitely gotten the eyes and nose from the father. Not that Angelica ever would confess that to herself nor to her daughter.

"Tell me about Papa."

"About your father? Again?" Angelica inquired.

Arie nodded. "Again, Mother."

Angelica cleared her throat. "Well... He was an honorable man, as the same time he was not. You know how I have told you about his operations in money. We met such a long time ago, when he encountered me in my room. Completely mistaking the house for something else. He was a very special man, a respected one as well."

Arie sighed. "It is so unfortunate he died."

Upon hearing that, Angelica swallowed like she always did when Arie claimed so. It was for the best. The truth was not always suitable. At least, her daughter got to be named Teague, and it was indeed a respectable name.

"Tell me about his looks," Arie went on.

This time Angelica had to take a deep breath as she got the sight in her head of the man who stole her heart.

"The most handsome man. Well-built, rather long hair, brown eyes and charming smile. He used to stand there with a bottle of rum in his right hand, high boots in dark brown leather reaching to his knees, a leather hat in the shape of a triangle on his head. A mustache and well cut beard with a golden tooth to the right. And a coat of dark leather with a tattoo on his wrist. He was the best convincing person you could imagine, making him an excellent seller. He always got his will through, and no matter what situation or mischief he managed getting himself into - he had something in him that always caused him to get out."

Arie laughed at that.

Angelica laughed as well. "And I know you've got that from him."

Arie agreed. "Perhaps that is true."

A/N: Chapter two uploaded! Hope you are enjoying the reading!