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Angelo had done his best to be patient with her, though he often failed miserably. He considered it a flaw of hers, not his, and he just made it a part of his day to some how piss her off. It wasn't difficult, she had as much patience as he did, so they wore out around the same time each day and found themselves at each others throats by lunch

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Life with Angelo was rough. She reminded him on a daily basis that this was kidnapping. What truly drove her nuts was the fact that she had no idea how long she had to stay here. She had small victories in completely winding him up, but then he'd throw it back at her and they were back at square one

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Angelo had surprised the Gambinos downstairs, but they were just talking. Angelo had a threatening voice, though he was speaking Italian as he often seemed to when dealing with other Mafia men

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Evelyn heard the gun shots and flinched, but when she saw Angelo fall to the floor, instinct took over. She suddenly didn't have a care in world about her own safekeeping, (though to be honest, when did she ever?) and she jumped over the banister, landing in the room below. It wasn't very high up at all, but her shin still yelled at her in protest. She didn't stop, but ran at the man standing over Angelo.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE! GET AWAY FROM HIM!" she yelled. She pushed the man back, though not having much affect on him, and clawed at his face, hitting everything she could see. It only last about a second before hands were on her from behind and she was flung across the room and over the counter, most likely to subdue her.

Her body ached all over, and she could taste blood in her mouth. But hidden under the counter, just within reach, was a shot gun. She smiled to herself, remembering he days of skeet shooting.

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Angelo was wide eyed when she was suddenly there and he tried to force himself to his feet, but he took another bullet to his shoulder, making him fall to the ground again, wheezing.

"Run, Eve." he growled low. He had never used a nick name for her, or really used her first name unless it was to bother her. The man closest to him pushed his foot against his recent, fourth gunshot wound of the night, and Angelo bared his teeth, clenching his eyes shut.

The other two shot at the bar, sending bullets through the wood, and smashing the bottles of liquor behind her.

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Evelyn gave Harold a double take as he dragged one of the bodies out. It was so surreal for her. She turned back to Angelo, and once all the bullets were out, she let his hands go and laid them on his chest.

The doctor patched her up well. There wasn't anything too serious. Just a bunch of nicks and cuts, one that needed a butterfly clip but no stitches.

When she was done, she came back to Angelo and wiped the sweat from his face, trying to soothe in. She knew once the medicine kicked in, he would be fine.

She looked to the doctor. "Should we try to move him into bed?"

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"Not yet." he said, watching Angelo carefully, watching the bag of blood. Harold fixed up the dining room so it looked like nothing had ever happened.

Finally about 15 minutes later, with the blood in the bag gone, and some of Angelo's color back, Harold was allowed to help Angelo to bed.

Angelo, leaning heavily on Harold, snickered at Eve. "You gonna tend to my wounds?" he asked, sounding almost drunk. Bare chested and still bloody, his hair a mess and bruises blossoming on his skin, he just looked ridiculous. Even the doctor rolled his eyes.

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Evelyn followed them up the stairs and gave him a huge roll of her eyes. "Oh, my life's ambition, finally coming to fruition," she said, dripping with sarcasm.

She opened the door to his room and helped Harold get him onto the bed. She looked him over. "You look absolutely...disgusting," she noted. "And is that..bits of flesh in your hair? Oh god, that's so gross."

It was only just now that she was noticing this since it didn't seem that his life was in the balance anymore. She looked to Harold, wondering for a moment how to word her question. "Should you wash him..?"

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Harold was a quiet man, and he shot a frown at Angelo. "Yes. Your hot chocolate should be ready around now, by the way." he said, nodding down to the kitchen. Angelo rested his head heavily on Harold's shoulder, and the larger man just frowned to himself.

His limp had given him issues on the way up, but he seemed alright once he was again on solid ground. He drug Angelo into the bathroom and got to work on getting him undressed. Not only had Harold seen Angelo naked before, but he had children, and he was able to view Angelo as nothing more than a child in need of a wash.