It was done. Now all he had to do was wait for her to give the poison to her daughter and let nature run its course. Domenico was not proud of his decision but his loyalties were solid and he had no regrets, even if his career could very well be ruined. Then again the Templars wouldnâ€™t allow that knowing he was a valuable member, now would they? And that was why he abused the hell out his crimes sometimes. As much as Domenico wanted to care, he often found himself not caring at all, and he just went on with his life as if everything was fine. He was such an odd man when it came to his loyalties and such but he supposed it was just another reason they kept him around and he was perfectly fine with it.<br/><br/>He secretly enjoyed watching people suffer. The people of this city were merely insects looking to be squashed the moment the bigger picture fell into place anyway, he thought to himself with a smirk. His strange musings always amused him though heâ€™d probably never share them with anyone but himself. Domenico was a very solitary man despite having charisma.<br/><br/>The good doctorâ€™s smile widened a bit when he came across an injured man on the street; apparently fighting had broken out or this man was a thief who had been punished by the guards. He watched as the man staggered off into an alley way, looking behind him to make sure he was not followed. Domenico quickly followed the man until they reached a bit of a dead end, â€œThe smell of blood, I knew my nose never failed me when it came to such a scent.â€<br/><br/>The man jumped and pulled a dagger, back against the wall. He seemed to relax and put his weapon away after taking in Domenicoâ€™s appearance. â€œI was attacked.â€ The man said, â€œYou can help me, right? It was an accidentâ€¦ I just need some rest.â€ The good doctor moved a bit closer to the man, looking him in the eyes. He was fading fast and yet he still managed to stand and hold a weapon out to him. This amused him greatlyâ€¦ but he was not going to help this man. He reeked of Assassins. Perhaps he was one of them? Oh yes, someone they sent out as bait so they could kill him? Wouldnâ€™t that be interesting? It was a possibility that he did not doubt but at the same time maybe this man was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™ll help you,â€ the good doctor said, drawing his hidden blade. He was not going to take any risks here. The man seemed confused; that confusion told the good doctor he was sided with the Assassins. â€œIf you need rest I can grant that!â€ He then, in one fluid motion, struck the man in the neck just like an Assassin would. This was sure to score him some positive points. Every man or woman associated with the Assassins must be eliminated. If he left one alive he would be punished, he would rather avoid that and risk it. And so he left the dead man to rot.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>As he left he didnâ€™t even bother to look back, too focused on getting home, glad that he had got that done and over with. He walked with a fair amount of haste in his stride. The entire time he had been speaking with them he was rather nervous and he hoped he did his best not to show it. It usually took quite a bit to make him nervous, even more so now than it use to years ago. In a way he felt like he just took on a huge task, deep down he knew that was pretty true and he had to complete it and keep his family safe. Emanuel had a feeling that he could not leave with them and Michella would probably be rather upset like always but he would still wish the best for them.<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t want them to leave, but it was selfish to make them stay and be harassed. This matter needed to be taken care of.<br/><br/>Once he got back home, he entered quietly, not surprised to see Michella was still pretty awake. She immediately questioned him, â€œYouâ€™re late getting home this evening. Has something happened?â€ Always looking out for him, she was. Sometimes it did get a little annoying but he managed to stay with her despite knowing she cared about him.<br/><br/>Emanuel, like always, was straight to the point: â€œPack your things. You and Bella are leaving the city before the Templars get their hands on you.â€ His voice held authority but it wasnâ€™t the same that he used with the everyday person on the street. This side of him was calm, yet maybe a little strict as well; he would never yell at her. â€œIâ€™ve already made arrangements so you should hurry.â€<br/><br/>There was an argument coming on any moment now. Having known her for nearly ten years he could tell by the look in her eyes that she was still being adamant but he didnâ€™t care at this point, he just wanted her to be safe. The two of them were just about as stubborn as the other that some people wondered how the hell they were a couple whenever they argued. To his surprise, however, she did not argue with him and instead sighed and gave a reluctant nod. She was just as tired of this as he was. It was going to take her awhile to pack her things, so he figured he would start up another conversation to hopefully ease the mood slightly, â€œIs Bella feeling any better?â€<br/><br/>Michella looked up at him, â€œSheâ€™s been asleep most of the day but her fever has gone down a bit. A doctor came by and gave us someâ€¦ strange medicine saying it would cure her. Itâ€™s over on the table still.â€<br/><br/>They spoke a bit longer than, their conversation not really having any real direction, just bits and pieces of the day. An apology from the earlier argument form both of them, then he explained he spoke with Assassins. At the mention she seemed more willing to leave. Michella was neutral for the most part but she, like Emanuel, favored the assassins.