Why had she not seen it coming?<br/><br/>One moment the conversation had been alright, the next she had a gun in her face. Then the door burst open and that animalistic boy and his wolf came in and killed one of the men, then left as if what they had done was no big deal. In the corner of the room, the butler clutched his bloody hand while he stood leaned against the wall, drawing as little attention to himself as he could. His face was pale. Disbelief was etched onto his expression and his heart was pounding so hard and fast that he heard it in his ears. She had the same look on her face, wondering who the hell that boy was. Why had they been so hell bent on defending her?<br/><br/>A lot of people had a strong dislike for the DeMarrius family. In the eyes of a lot of the gangs the family were just bunch of low-lives who had nothing better to do than terrorize people. Bullies, put in simpler terms, parasites that feed off the poor and if that wasnâ€™t enough most of the aristocrats of the city were wrapped around their finger. Their business with the gangs, that was all true. The gangs were their lapdogs and did their dirty work which was why they were still around. Joachim usually chooses to keep to himself but Jeanne takes full advantage of the gangs and views them as expendable. Whenever someone spoke ill of the DeMarrius family, the gangs would be the ones who hunted them down most of the time. While most of them posed little to no threat there were a few, like in any rivalry, that actually had a pair.<br/><br/>As it turns out, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, as she had called them, were working for a very powerful gang, the Valone family, one of the families that had been against the DeMarrius family. They had accepted working under Jeanne because they looked to take out Joachimâ€™s only daughter. If they managed to succeed, it would cripple him, as he protects Jeanne like sheâ€™s a bag of diamonds. His only heir was a female, which was very unfortunate, so if they could get to her they would be able to do whatever the hell they wanted, she would not bear her fatherâ€™s name once she married. She might very well be the last of the DeMarrius line if her elder cousin doesnâ€™t take over. Not that said cousin would even have the chance, once they had their way. The Valone family would be the true rulers of this city.<br/><br/>This revelation really pissed Jeanne off and she cursed herself for not seeing it from the beginning.<br/><br/>She was still staring at the corpse of the man who had been trying to stab her in the back. A lot was running through her mind. The man with the gun had taken off somewhere and would need to be found, she couldnâ€™t have someone running around who wanted her dead. He would be back assuming that animalistic boy and his mutt had not taken care of him already. Wherever they had run off to she knew she was going to need to find them as well. There was something about that boy that intrigued her, not to mention it was rude to run off after saving a womanâ€™s life. Even if he was just some seemingly feral trespasser. Someone was going to have to teach him some manners, and she had been taught to repay someone who does a favor for them.<br/><br/>Jeanne ran her fingers through her hair and glared at the butler. â€œI want someone to go out and look for that animalistic boy and his wolf.â€<br/><br/>â€œY-you want me to do it?â€<br/><br/>â€œNaturally. I would not have brought it up otherwise.â€<br/><br/>The butler nodded, â€œIâ€™ll get on it, Mistress.â€ With that he left the foyer, hands still shaking, taking slow breaths to calm down. He slipped into a back room and pulled out his phone. Whatever she wanted those two for he really didnâ€™t want to get involved. If he had it his way he would just tend to house chores and cater to the family, without associating with them much, he really didnâ€™t like doing their dirty work, but if he didnâ€™t he was afraid Jeanne would kill him. The only good thing was that he had some of his own connections he has built thanks to the familyâ€™s reputation. â€œThis is Ike,â€ he murmured when the person on the other line answered the call. â€œThereâ€™s some sort of animal boy and a dogâ€¦ wolfâ€¦ running around the city. Jeanne DeMarrius wants themâ€¦ I donâ€™t knowâ€¦ yeahâ€¦ Right, Iâ€™ll talk to you tomorrow.â€<br/><br/>With that the call ended. He heaved a sigh, wondering, as he always did whenever he was in one of these situations, why the hell he picked this job.