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*:･ﾟ✧ 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 *:･ﾟ✧

We got off the mountain and road east into some pretty enough country called the Heartlands. Ain't been this far in many a year.

Dutch seems a little better.

His eyes are sparkling once more and he's back to keeping a watchful eye on Angelica. . .

That woman, she'll be the death of me.

     A brief sigh slipped past Arthur Morgan's lips as he snapped his old journal shut. His blue eyes scanned over the worn leather of the book.

For two long weeks, days and nights have been spent hunting, preparing, and scouting. Arthur hardly got a night where he slept completely — most were spent either fully awake, or half-asleep as he listened for a certain woman's voice. He hated the fact that his every thought was about her.

He needed to get out and away from camp for a while.

"Arthur," An all too familiar voice called, which instantly made Arthur stand to his feet and snatch up his gamblers hat that was placed on the wooden table beside his cot. His light eyes took in the sight of Hosea Matthew, who was holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee in his hands.

A small smirk formed on the older man's face as Arthur stepped out of the safety of his tent and into the bright sun, "Quite a day," Hosea noted, holding the cup out for Arthur to take.

The blonde nodded, taking the cup with no hesitation. "Let's hope so," He murmured as he lifted the cup to his mouth, his tongue instantly recoiling as the burning liquid scaled his mouth.

Hosea watched Arthur with a thoughtful look, "There's a bunch of the boys already in Valentine," He paused for a moment, causing the younger man to glance over at him with an arched brow, "I think Angel is there with them,"

Arthur, who was in mid-sip, nearly spat out the warm liquid. His grip around the cup tightened as his brows pushed together, "Why is she with them fellers?" His voice dropped and Hosea would be lying if he said he didn't notice.

Arthur sounded a bit eager to know, and the older man knew exactly why — even if the younger outlaw denied it.

Hosea looked back at Arthur, shrugging his shoulders as if it were nothing, "She said something to Dutch about going to the stables — ol' girl has been in need of a horse for a few weeks now,"

Arthur's face hardened at the information — of course he knew that — Angelica had been complaining for day's about her lack of transportation. Dutch told her plenty of times she could ride The Count, a hotheaded little arabian, but Angelica always declined.

Arthur knew it was because the horse would throw her anytime she rode him.

Arthur quickly handed his cup over to Hosea before making his way over to his temporary horse that was tied to a wooden hitch. His eyes clouded with thought. He knew wherever Angelica went, trouble would follow. She shouldn't be in town without someone with her. And since John was still recovering — She was alone.

The gunslinger was surprised Dutch even let her out of camp.

"Where you off too?" Hosea called, though he already knew the answer.

Arthur reached his horse, snatching the reins and grabbing onto the saddle horn. In one swift motion, he was in the saddle, "Valentine!" He shouted, spurring his horse out of camp and down the hidden path.

Hosea smirked before turning on his heel, his mind now set on reading a book since his work here was done.

———

Standing in front of three rather large horses was Angelica, her hand planted firmly on her hips as her bright green eyes danced between the animals. All three horses watched the small woman, as if they knew exactly what she was thinking — and maybe they did.

Angelica bit her lip, letting out a long sigh as she removed her hands from her hip. She ran her fingers through the long tangled curls, pulling the dark strands over her shoulder. She had no desire whatsoever to replace her old mare, but she really didn't have a choice — seeing as her trusted horse was long dead and there was no bringing her back.

"Forget it. . ." She grumbled, turning around to leave. She just didn't feel a connection with these horses.

Angelica didn't make it two steps before she ran into a wall — at least she thought it was a wall until it spoke."

"Whoa there!"

A pair of hands encircled around her waist quickly, catching her when she nearly tumbled over. Angelica quickly snapped her head back, opening her mouth to curse at the fool for being in her way, but her voice died in the back of her throat when her eyes met a pair of shimmering blue ones.

A man, who looked to be in his late-twenties, was standing over her. He was wearing a white button-up shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks, and a pair of worn boots to match. His face looked freshly shaved, showing off the sharp jawline that made Angelica quite jealous of — Just one look at the man and his dirty suit of clothes, and she instantly assumed he was a stable hand.

"Are you okay Miss?" He asked, a charming smile filling his lips as he noticed her looking him over.

Heat crept up the back of her neck, her lips quirking in embarrassment at how she was openly gawking at his appearance. Angelica nodded her head, opening her mouth to answer but she paused when she noticed how close they were — part of her was telling her to move away from this handsome man, but another part didn't want too — especially since he smelled so good.

Which was odd, since he seemed to be working here at the stables.

"I'm okay," she finally murmured, taking a step back.

The man watched her, his charming smile turning into a wolfish grin. He couldn't deny the woman was beautiful. Her sharp features and bright eyes nearly stopped him dead in his tracks when he first spotted her — it was one of the reasons he approached her so suddenly.

Angelica cleared her throat when she noticed the look on his face. The way he was looking at her made her insides twist and her heart to thump faster. It's been a while since a man gave her a look like that. A look like she was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Angelica Rose," She introduced, using the fake alias she came up with years ago. She held out a hand for him to shake, "Ya' work here?"

He instantly nodded his head, his larger hand wrapping around hers. "Yes ma'am, just started yesterday." His eyes scanned over her face for a moment, "I'm Niklaus Anderson,"

Angelica hummed, throwing him a dashing smile — one that was practiced for moments like this. Playing Angelica Rose was something she enjoyed. Loving to pretend to be someone she wasn't. She had a thoughtful look on her face as she tried to recall his name, wondering if she ever met him before. He did look a little familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on where she met him before.

"Have you decided yet?" Niklaus asked, gesturing to the horses behind her.

Angelica didn't even turn to look at them as she shook her head. "Sadly no — I can't seem to find one I have a connection with." She admitted with a soft shrug, "Are these the only one's y'all have?"

Niklaus paused as he thought for a moment, "Actually, no, it's not." His charming smile was back, his eyes staring into hers as he stepped back and motioned for her to follow him, "We got a new stallion today — follow me."

There was a strange look that flashed in his bright blue eyes as he turned around — and Angelica recognized that look — it was the same look she made before she fooled someone into something.

The Conti woman watched him with narrowed eyes as she slowly followed behind him, walking through the stable and out the back. She didn't like the feeling she suddenly got around this man, but she said nothing as they came up to a round pen. Niklaus shot her a half-cocked smirk to which she arched a brow at, folding her arms over her chest tightly.

Heavy footsteps and a loud nicker caused Angelica to turn her head, her breath catching in her throat as she spotted a large horse trotting over to them. The horse was absolutely gorgeous. It's red coat slick and clean, showing off the strong build as it strutted over. The horse had it's ears pointed forward, it's nostrils flared. The animal snorted once as it came to a stop at the edge of the pen, lifting it's head over the wooden rail to reach Angelica. The horse sniffed her for a moment, it's nose nearly touching her own as he scented the woman in front of him.

"I think he likes ya'," Niklaus chuckled, watching as the large horse started bobbing his head up and down, as if he were approving of the short female.

Angelica smiled up at the stallion, momentarily forgetting about her suspicion of Niklaus as the horse let out another whining noise. She lifted her hand, rubbing his nose lovingly before she turned to look up at Niklaus, her other hand reaching for her money clip, "How much?"

"Just take 'em — no cash needed,"

Angelica narrowed her eyes at him. The offer was overly generous — they just met, and he was willing to give her a horse? The woman didn't know how to react. He could be playing her for all she knew. She bit the inside of her cheek.

Though the offer was strange, it was also her only option — she needed this horse.

"Alright. . ." She slowly spoke, "Have him ready for me soon, I have a few things to do before I leave town."

Another charming smile worked its way onto Niklaus' face as he nodded his head, "Sure, that gives me time to get your tack ready,"

"My tack?"

Another offer?

The strange man fished out a large roll of money, and for a moment Angelica was shocked at the amount he had. For a stable hand, he sure didn't seem like he was hurting for cash. He lifted it between his fingers, wagging it at her. "I'll buy, no worries, Love,"

Angelica swallowed thickly, the nickname feeling strange coming from him. She shot him a curious look, "Why are you being so kind?"

Niklaus shrugged, "That's a secret," and before any more words could be shared, he walked away.

———

Angelica Conti was now sitting on one of the many stools in the saloon. Her shoulders were hunched over as her chin rested in the palm of her hand. She stared down at the shot glass, the dark tinted drink filled to the rim of the cup. Angelica couldn't stop thinking of Niklaus, her thoughts swirling around as she wondered if he really worked at the stables or if he lied.

Charles, who was standing beside Javier and two other women, watched Angelica. As soon as she walked into the saloon he could tell something was off. Charles had always been the observant type. And though him and the other woman weren't close, he couldn't help the small amount of concern he felt when he saw the troubled look on her face.

"My friend here would like that, right Charles?"

Charles blinked, turning to look at Javier who was staring back at him expectangly. He was about to respond to the shorter male, but the saloon doors swinging open caused him to close his mouth and turn his head, watching as someone stepped inside.

Angelica turned around at the sound of the doors, and made a face as she saw who it was. She quickly turned away, rubbing her thumb over the bridge of her nose as she let out a small puff of air — just her damn luck.

Arthur Morgan stood at the entrance, his shoulders squared as he took a few steps inside. His gaze scanned over the faces, his fingers hooked onto the front of his jeans. When his eyes locked on Angelica's back, he paused, his shoulders relaxing only slightly. After staring at the young woman for a minute longer, his eyes full of contemplation, he made his way over to Javier and Charles.

"Arthur!" Javier greeted, a smirk twisting under his mustache as he grabbed onto the larger male, "I want you to meet our friends,"

Upon taking in Arthurs appearance, the two women straightened their postures and two flirtatious grins grew on their faces.

"Pleased to meet you," Arthur politely said, tipping his head at them.

The looks the two women were sending Arthur made his skin crawl. He felt like they were sizing him up, planning ways they could eat him up — and he was sure they would if given the chance.

"Well ain't you just the tough as teak mountain man?" The woman on the left purred, pushing her chest out with a sultry look swirling in the pools of her eyes.

The other woman giggled, "Oh, you be quiet Anastasia! Anyone can tell this one is a pussy cat,"

Angelica, who could hear every word the two were speaking, threw a grin over her shoulder as she peeked to see Arthur's reaction. She knew how flustered he could get when it came to receiving attention from the opposite gender. But what she saw wasn't what she was expecting at all.

Arthur was staring back at them with an arched brow, his rough features looking rather judgmental as his eyes scanned the two women.

Javier turned to glance over at the women, "Yes. . . He's a pussy cat," He threw a look up at Arthur, nudging him in the ribs softly and arching a thick brow, "Ain't that so?"

"Whatever you say," Arthur muttered, his eyes flickering over to Angelica for a short moment before dragging back to the woman on the left — who was still trying so hard to get his attention. "How much you cost anyway?"

The woman rounded her eyes, shocked by how forward he was with his words. "Well ain't that a nice way to talk to a lady?"

A mock look of shock formed on Arthur's face as he raised his hands, facing his palms toward her and leaning his body forward a bit, "Oh, I didn't know I was talking to a lady," He knew her type — a hooker — and he definitely wasn't interested.

The look on the woman's face went from shocked to down right offended. She narrowed her eyes up at him, reaching over to grab her friend by the wrist. She threw Arthur one last nasty look before pulling her friend away, muttering profanities under her breath as she made a quick exit.

Angelica was silently laughing under breath. Which surprised her. Because Arthur had made her laugh.

Grabbing her glass off the wooden bar, Angelica got up and walked over to the three men — now that the hookers were gone — moving to stand beside Charles. The taller man was the first to greet her, sending a kind smile her way as he stepped over to make room for her.

"Well, I must say. . ." Javier started as he sent Arthur a glare, "You got a fine way with the women, amigo."

Arthur rolled his eyes, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, a regular dandy and charmer," He moved closer to the bar, standing directly beside Angelica as he picked up one of the shots of whiskey, "Where's Bill?"

Angelica didn't think before words were tumbling past her lips, "Bastards probably off doing only god knows what," She mentally cringed after saying that. The young woman waited for Arthur to snap something back — like how he wasn't speaking to her — but he did the complete opposite.

To her shock, he let out a 'hmm' in agreement and glanced down at her. For once he didn't look as if he were in pain as he stared at her.

"Any luck on findin' a horse?"

Angelica blinked at him for a moment, her thin brows pinching together. How did he know about that? She tightened her hand around the shot glass and straightened her back. And why was he being so civil? She wasn't really complaining, but she also felt a little annoyed — he had no right to act like he cared.

Arthur lost that privilege a long time ago.

"That isn't any of your business, now is it?" She snarked, her eyes narrowing up at him.

For a moment, the man looked taken aback by her hostility. But as soon as the look was there, it was gone. Arthur scoffed, turning away from her and grunting under his breath.

"It was a question, woman. No need to get all hot by it."

Angelica scoffed, "We aren't friends Arthur — don't act like you care,"

Arthur stared at her for a moment, blue eyes full of annoyance. Her words struck a chord in him, but he knew she was right. He didn't care — He shouldn't care. Finally, with another grunt, he turned away from her. Angelica rolled her eyes, shifting her own body away from him.

Lucky, before anymore words could be shared, the saloon doors were shoved open and someone stumbled inside.

The four outlaws turned and watched as Bill Williamson stumbled inside, a glass bottle hanging limply in one hand as the other waved around, trying to find something to grab so he wouldn't fall over.

Angelica stared at the older man with a blank look on her face, sliding her empty glass across the counter blindly, knowing the bartender was standing nearby. "Pour me some more,"

Things were most likely about to get ugly, knowing Bill and his dumbass.

Looking rather confused, Javier crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side, "Is he about to kiss that guy, or punch him?"

Bill reached out to grab some fella, pulling him close so they were now face-to-face. The outlaw began to slur out indecipherable sentences, causing the other man to cringe as saliva spat on his face.

Angelica wrinkled her nose, "Maybe both?"

No one had time to react as Bill suddenly lurched forward, bashing his forehead against the other fella's nose and causing him to cry out as he fell back into the table behind him.

That's when all hell broke loose.

The three men beside Angelica rushed forward, grabbing onto the closest person near them. Angelica took on more drink from the shot glass before throwing it down and joining in on the crazy brawl. She might be a woman, but she wasn't raised to just sit back and watch.

She knew how to throw a punch or two.

Just as she reached the middle of the room, she felt a pair of harsh hands on her shoulders, yanking her back.

She didn't have to look back to know it was a man. He let out an animalistic growl, trying his hardest to throw her on the floor. Angelica planted one foot behind her and jerked her shoulder, breaking out of the man's grip. She swivled around, kicking her leg out. A pained yelp came from the man as her foot connected with his knee, causing him to stumble.

And just as he was gaining his footing back, Angelica used her short height to her advantage. She bawled her hand into a tight fist and thrusted up, catching the man right under the jaw and causing his head to snap back. The harsh and sudden blow was enough to render the man unconscious, and Angelica felt her ego explode at the sight.

Before she could bask in the glory of her own fight, a sudden fist came into her line of few for only a second before a sharp pain came from her jaw — Angelica yelped in pain, the hard blow knocking her back and onto her back as she laid starfish with her arm above her head. She didn't have time to recover before she saw a muddy boot heading straight for her face, and she quickly rolled.

The boot stomped the wooden floor and Angelica was quick to lift her leg and hook her sharp spur into the man's calf. "You bitch!" The man roared, pain coating his words as he kicked her foot away and balled up his dirty hands into fists.

"Language, sir! You're in the presence of a lady," Angelica chided, which only seemed to anger the man even more.

His lips curled into a snarl, and he went to lunge for her. "Ya' ain't no lady — now come er'!" He growled, swinging to hit her.

Angelica's eyes widened slightly and she began to backpedal away from him, dodging his blood thirsty swings the best she could. As she was scooting away ( still sitting on her ass on the dirty saloon floor ) her hand got caught underneath herself, and she ended up falling completely into her back again.

Before Angelica could get back up, a harsh kick to her side sent her rolling a few paces and she ended up on her chest and stomach.

Instinctively, she curled into a ball to give herself protection as she got ready for more blows—

A loud crack from behind her, followed by a little 'thump' caused her to peer over her shoulder, only to see the crazy man lying unconscious on the floor with an enraged looking Arthur Morgan standing over him, a broken beer bottle hanging in his hand.

"Come on—" Arthur grunted as he tossed the glass bottle to the side, leaning down to help Angelica up. "Get up — I know yer' tougher than that."

Angelica would have been grateful if it weren't for the sharp pains she was feelin all over her body at the moment. She sent the gunslinger a nod, watching with thoughtful eyes as he quickly moved away and began fighting again.

"What the hell is goin' on down here?!"

Angelica felt her breath get caught in her throat as her green eyes yanked upward towards the stairs, watching as a burly man came stomping down them, his beady eyes burning with crazed anger.

"No Tommy!" The bartender shouted, ducking down and Javier was thrown onto the bar, "Stay outta this!"

Javier let out a small groan, trying to roll off the bar — before he could, the man Tommy set his eyes on the smaller male and made his way over. "Come ere, you little greaser,"

Tommy grabbed Javier by the collar of his shirt, yanking him up as he drew his large fist back and throwing a hard solid punch to the smaller man's face. He then grabbed Javier by the throat, pivoting around and slamming him into one of the tables, ready to beat in Javier some more.

"Arthur! Give Javier a hand over there!"

With his hands wrapped around some fella's throat, Arthur paused and glanced back over his shoulder. His gaze darkened as he took in the sight of his fellow gang member being tossed around like some rag doll. Arthur dropped the man he was holding before rushing over and grabbing Tommy off Javier.

A loud grunted pain came from the larger male as Arthur threw a hard punch to the side of his gut. And before anyone could process what was happening, Tommy grabbed Arthur up as if he weighed nothing and threw him toward the large windows.

Angelica's mouth formed an 'O' and she wasted no time in running outside with everyone else to watch the two large men throw down. Panic hit her gut, her bright green eyes watching as a rather large circle of townspeople began to slowly form around them — cheering and urging them on. She knew if this didn't stop now, things could get way out of hand.

Arthur had managed to get the upper hand on Tommy and was sending punch after punch to the mans face. All he could see was red. Punch. Punch. Punch. The pace of his heart drove his blood thirst, his actions becoming blurred. Arthur knew he should stop, but his short fuse was burnt out and he didn't want to—

"Arthur! Stop!" Angelica shouted, rushing forward with her hands out. "He's down — stop before you kill 'em!"

It was like a switch flipped inside his head. Arthur stopped mid-swing and yanked his wild blue eyes up to stare at the woman in front of him. Angelica matched the intensity of his gaze, holding her ground as they glared at each other. Finally after a few seconds passed, the gunslinger crawled off the larger man, stumbling a bit as he made a move to walk away so he could calm down.

The man Tommy let out a small groan, leaning up to spit out the mud and dirt from his busted lips.

"Come 'er," Angelica ordered, not taking the time to care as she grabbed Arthur's arm and wrapped it around her shoulder so she could help him walk — seeing as he could barely stand on his own — her thin lips were set in a grimace as the mucky mud rubbed off onto her clothes.

It ranked horse shit.

Angelica looked over her shoulder and noticed everyone slowly breaking off, some still staring at them, and some not at all caring that there was just a fight in the middle of town. Arthur said nothing as they came to a stop in front of the general store. He took a set on the top step, his rough features twisting as he slowly breathed in to catch his breath.

Angelica didn't know what to say, nor did she know what to do. Arthur had just beat that man like he was out to murder him. She knew people were going to start talking now — that was the last thing the gang needed.

"Why you helpin' me?" Arthur finally asked, his hand coming up to rub his sore jaw. He glanced up at her, his blue eyes clouded with a look Angelica was unfamiliar with.

She shot him a look, her lips pursing as she folded her arms over her chest. "I could ask you the same — helpin' me back there with that man."

Arthur fell silent after that, turning his gaze away from her. Angelica knew that was the end of the conversation — if he wasn't going to answer her question, then she sure as hell wasn't going to answer his.

Common courtesy.

"Making friends I see."

Angelica perked up at the familiar accented voice, a bright smile blossoming on her face despite her previous mood as she turned to look over her shoulder. Josiah Trelawny. A man of many words and great talent. She actually wasn't surprised to see him there in Valentine — the magician had a way of appearing when the gang least expected it.

"Josiah!" Angelica greeted warmly, walking over to hug the man. But before she could wrap her arms around him, he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

"Now as lovely as it would be to hug you, my dear. I'm afraid you made yourself quite a mess."

Her eyes dropped to her shirt and she instantly frowned when she saw her left side covered in mud. Angelica turned her gaze to Arthur for a moment, her jaded eyes looking rather accusing. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when Josiah leaned down and laid a small peck to her cheek, his mustache momentarily tickling her face.

He winked at her, "Will that suffice?"

"Such a charmer you are, Mr. Trelawny." Angelica laughed, backing away from him as she sent him an amused look.

Before any other words could be shared, a new voice spoke up and caused the three adults to turn their attention.

"I see you found Mr. Trewlany," Dutch chuckled, slapping a hand on the magician's shoulder when he was close enough. "He was sniffing about, and came running when I told him you were in town."

Arthur half-smiled, rubbing his hand down his face to rid of some of the mud. "Josiah Trewlawny." He grunted, his eyes playing on the other man. "Something tells me you didn't come over to see the all famous Morgan,"

Josiah sent the gunslinger a charming smile, lifting his chin and glancing back at Angelica with a playful gleam. "I had to come see our dear Angel — it is nice to finally see you again,"

Angelica grinned back at him. This wasn't an unusual interaction between the two. Josiah was one of the most charming men Angelica had ever met, and she honestly didn't mind his outright flirting — she knew he meant nothing by it. Seeing as he was a married man. Something most members of the gang didn't know.

"Likewise," She hummed, "I thought you were leaving for New York?"

The older British man flashed her a dazzling smile, "And miss all this glamour? You must be joking."

Arthur wore a slight sour expression as he watched the two's interaction, his lips drawing a straight line before he asked. "How are you?"

Josiah yanked his gaze over to the other male, "Well, quite well indeed. I went to Blackwater looking for you, you're not very popular there it seems."

Angelica found herself grimacing at his words. She wouldn't be surprised if there were wanted posters plastered everywhere — They left a big mess in Blackwater, and it was definitely coming back to bite the gang in the ass.

"Trewlany!"

All eyes turned to the Saloon as Javier and Charles stepped out, Bill not far behind them, massaging his temples from the slight headache he was now getting.

"Ah, Javier and Charles. I've missed you.. And Bill looking as well as can be." Josiah grinned at the three men as they joined the group. "Gentlemen, always a pleasure."

Dutch had his eyes set on the Magician, a frown on his visage as he thought of Blackwater. He pushed his shoulders back and folded his arms over his chest, "You're right, we ain't too popular in Blackwater."

Arthur glanced up at Dutch, a blank look in his eyes. "We left a lot of money there."

"And young Sean it seems," Josiah stated, a serious look now in his dark eyes.

Dutch shared a look with Arthur, "Sean?"

"You found him?" Bill questioned.

Everyone seemed to perk up at the news of their lost member being alive.

Angelica wondered how Josiah found this out without anyone figuring out he was a part of the Van Der Linde gang.

"Yes, I have." Josiah nodded, "He's being held by some bounty hunters, trying to see how much money the government will pay them. I know he's in Blackwater, but there's talk of them moving him."

Angelica felt sick at the thought of Sean being in the Pinkertons clutches. The law took no mercy when it came to wanted outlaws, and Sean so happened to be one. She knew Blackwater was swarming with the law, and there was definitely no way they could get there without being recognized.

As if Arthur read her thoughts, he spoke up. "Well, if we step foot in Blackwater—" he paused, rubbing his jaw when it painfully locked up. "Well, then we're dead men for sure."

"There'll be Pinkertons all over the place, but if he's alive, we gotta try," Dutch was saying as he lifted a hand to place on Angelica's shoulder, squeezing it with reassurance.

Josiah shook his head, concern flickering in his eyes as he looked across at the gang leader. "It's you they want, Dutch."

The man only rolled his eyes, "Always is," He then turned to Charles and the other two men, "Charles, go find out what you can— carefully. Josiah, take Javier."

Angelica raised her hands up, facing her palms towards Dutch, silencing him before he could give her an order. "I've already got some business to attend too."

Dutch arched a thick brow, "Oh really?" He asked in a calm tone, "What business might that be?"

Angelica opened her mouth to respond, but a different voice caused her to fall silent. "Miss Rose!" The small group turned to see Nicklaus, his eyes were locked on Angelica, a bright smile gracing his lips.

"That, business — excuse me, gentlemen," She said with a wink, walking away before they could make any comments.

Arthur narrowed his gaze. Who was this fella? What business did he have with Angel? His visage changed suddenly and he was now glaring over at the man that knew his Angel by name.

Dutch narrowed his eyes, staring at the stranger for a moment before turning to Arthur and clearing his throat. "Get yourself cleaned up, son," He reached down and placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly so Arthur would focus his attention on him. "And make sure she stays out of trouble." Arthur locked eyes with Dutch, slowly nodding.

He had already planned to keep Angelica in his sights — especially now with a new fella hanging around.

arthurs note:
so this kinda sucked, I know, I know. I suck at fight scenes omgggg.

but anyway, WHO DO YOU THINK THE NEW GUY IS!?!

I promise my next chapters will be better written ( maybe ) and will have a lot more detail. thanks for taking the time to read this, HAVE AN AMAZING NIGHT!!!

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