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Mitchell blinked at Natalia’s question. From anyone else, his answer would be simple. Quick, easy and void of emotion. But then again, only another Burgess could fully understand Mitchell’s issues with what they were about to do. “Yeah,” he let out, his face tightened and a hard expression morphed onto his features as Mitch paused briefly to inhale sharply. “…When have I ever not joined you in a fight?” He asked, eyes cutting to Nat. Mitch inhaled again and reminded himself that his baby cousin didn’t need him to look after her anymore. With a sigh, he centered himself. “Alright. We’ll do what we have to do, get out and go home. This is your lead. I’ll follow.” Mitch conceded as he joined alongside Natalia. Together, the pair marched into the mansion. The word safe was not uttered since Mitchell knew that sometimes the best plans spilled blood, if needed. And for this? It may be necessary. But as long as he kept his eyes on the prize, Livi would be free from this. All of the violent, manipulative bullshit that came attached to their family’s coven. It wasn’t her fault that she, too, was a Burgess. Mitchell voided his face of emotion and kept his mind blank. He was just a soldier under changing leadership. No more, no less.
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Natalia walked up the ornate path and the front steps as she nodded to one of the security guards that stood outside. Generally when more than a couple of Burgess got together there was always someone making sure that their enemies wouldn’t try to take out as many of them as they could in one go. She actually grinned at him when he spoke to her. “All I get is a nod, Nattie?” he asked, to which she rolled her eyes but still hugged the man, kissing his cheek. “Alright now, Ivan, you know I’m a married woman now. Keep those eyes to yourself. It’s been way too long. But I’m here on business. We’ll catch up one day.” She cast a glance at Mitch. “Don’t say a word about it.” She knew he might say something about her and the help once again, especially the familiarity that the two had.
As she kept walking, feet pushing her forward, other staff greeted them, but she kept walking. Heading straight to their sanctioned meeting space. The ornate boardroom that occupied one of the rooms. It was a more civilized meeting, one they didn’t suspect they would have to murder anyone so they could all sit civilized around a table. Natalia looped her arm through Mitchell’s just before they walked in, to give the illusion of normalcy. And normalcy was she was practically attached at the hip to him always. She walked in the room with a smile as if this would be a pleasant meeting. “Hey, mama, dad. Grandma...everyone.” A lot of Burgesses were in that room. Their grandparents, Nat’s parents, Mitch’s father, and brother were there as well. There were cousins and higher-ups in the coven in attendance. Natalia only let go of Mitch when it was time to sit down. “We’re really about to have an official meeting about my marriage, huh?” she asked.
“Why didn’t you bring your wife, Natalia?” her grandmother asked. To which Nat shook her head not really wanting to answer this.
“Well, Chloe’s busy with things on her own front with Grant and that end of things. I have some other family business to bring to the table too. So let’s get this out of the way first. Things are fine. Chloe’s fine. I think that me and Mitch can handle the Revelationists front of things, right?” She looked at him for help on this front knowing that she didn’t want there to be too much focus on this or her wife.
