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"She's fine Lydia, don't worry too much about it." Wilmond smiled.

Lydia looked from Wilmond to Taylore then frowned. "You bring alot of trouble around Wilmond. But thats just Taylore's type," she said with a smile. Then she smirked mischeviously and nudged Taylore. "Soo have you two done anything yet?" she asked wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Taylore looked at her shocked and a blush raged across her cheeks. "Lydia!! No! Just go let dad know we're here already!" she said and pushed her sister of down the hall. Looking back at Wilmond with an embarassed smile. "Sorry.." she apologized.

Wilmond just grinned broadely. "It's allright, she's being kinda funny. She's just happy for you, y'know?" He then smiled at her.

Taylore smiled and shook her head. "Yea right thats why she brings up stuff like..like..that," she said with an eyeroll. Then took his hand again and pulled him off down the hall. Where she paused outside of two elegantly painted doors. Not going in just standing there.

"I suppose this is where we need to be?" Wilmond just asked.

"Yea.." Taylore said quietly then breathed out slowly. Opening the door, she walked in and pulled Wilmond with her. Her father stood up, he looked to be in his early forties and was just starting to get gray hair. He stood as he saw Wilmond and Taylore step inside. "Taylore. Its feels like forever sweetheart," he said with a loving fatherly smile. Taylore smiled and walked over to him. "Dad. This is Wilmond," she said, pulling Wilmond close to her side. Mr. Ross stuck out his hand to shake with Wilmond's.

Wilmond shook The man's hand, making sure not to crush it. It was always kind of uncomfortable when he had to be like this while he was built like a monstertruck compared to most men. He hated it sometimes. "Nice to meet you sir."

Mr. Ross nodded and shook his hand breifly before pulling his hand away. "Take a seat. Dinner should be served soon. Then we can talk afterwards about whatever it is you need to speak about," he said to Wilmond then took his seat at the head of the table. Taylore sat down one seat down from her father's and motioned for Wilmond to take the one next to her. Mr. Ross frowned as he looked at Taylore. "Taylore, dear what happened to your head?" He asked but didnt anything besides a shrug from Taylore.

Wilmond thanked Mr. Ross and sat down next to Taylore, like she motioned him to do. He still couldn't help but stare at the room they were in. The mansion he'd always known was dirty and there weren't any decorations. Compared to that, he seemed to be sitting in the Palace of the Queen of England!

Taylore laughed softly when she noticed Wilmond still looking around. The mahogany table they were seated at could sit twelve people and there was another smaller, but big compared to normal ones, chandelier hanging above the table. Again with real diamonds hanging from it. Soon the food was brought out and the butlers placed the plates right before everyone so no one would have to leave the table. Drink orders were taken though and soon the glasses beside them were filled with whatever drink they ordered.
Taylore of course had gotten skotch and as soon as they filled it, she started sipping on it. The plate was stuffed with steak, potatoe, green beans, corn, and sasuage. She only nibbled at the steak and potatoe not really eating much on her plate.

Wilmond had to keep himself from devouring the steak! But he noticed Taylore was barely touching hers. "Are you allright?" he asked softly.

Taylore glanced at Wilmond and forced a smile. "Im fine. Just not too hungry is all.." she replied quietly. In truth her head was killing her and she was having trouble keeping her vision clear but she didnt want Wilmond or anyone else worrying over her. Excusing herself from the table, she left the room and went into the foyer. Tunring towards the stairs, she started up them but stumbled and had to sit down. She knew she shouldnt have been moving around so much so soon after they hit her even if she did sleep and stay in bed the rest of the day. She shouldve stayed in bed till at least tommorow then see how she felt but they needed her fathers help.

Mr. Ross watched Taylore leave and frowned for a moment then looked at Wilmond. "So..You needed to talk to me about something?" he asked.

"Yeah, but..." he looked at the door. "Could I be excused? "I think I know what's wrong with Taylore."

Taylore was sitting close to the wall on the stairs and put her head against it. Making sure it didnt touched the bandaged part of her head. Closing her eyes, she frowned slightly and tried to wish the pain away but knew that wouldnt work. Though she could only hope. She only needed a moment for the pain to at least dim down before she would go back into the dining room.

Mr. Ross nodded and motioned that he could leave. "Of course. Go ahead," he said.

"Thank you, sir." He nodded at him. Wilmond filled a glass of water and took it outside. He found Taylore on the stairs leaning into the wall. "i knew I might find you here." he smiled at her as he sat down next to her. "I thought this might happen, you're on your feet too soon y'know. Lucky for you I brought one of these along," he said, as he pulled one of the pain killers the doctor gave him out of his pocket. He gave her the pil and the glass. "Come on, drink up." He smiled at her and kissed her forehead."

Taylore couldnt help but smile when Wilmond pulled out one of the pain killers and a glass of water. Taking them both, she quickly downed the pill and water then set the glass down. "Thank you," she said with a smile then gave him a gentle, happy kiss. Lightly brushing her thumb along his cheek before kissing him on more time except for a longer period before she pulled away. "Your so sweet," she said happily. It would take a little bit for the medicine to work but she was thankful Wilmond had brought it. Taking his hand, she entertwined their fingers before she got up and waited for him before slowly making their way back to the dining room. She was feeling a little dizzy which is why they were going at a slower than normal pace. Once they got back, Mr. Ross looked up and smiled as thye both came back. After they got settled down again, Mr. Ross repeated his earlier question and looked at Wlmond expectantly.

Wilmond's face grew serious. "Before you do anything rash, even though that might not be in your character," He smiled, "I need you to hear me out untill I'm finished with my story."

Wilmond then started his story. He told Mr. Ross everything, from how he lost his parents and ended up with Winston's gang. Of how he had first caught Taylore and Lydia and then released them both and escaped with them (He did laughingly add that Lydia's scream for Taylore made him do that). He told of Oliver and the 'buddies' who had tried to kidnap Taylore again. And finally he told him in all honesty that he sincerely wished to leave Winston behind and stay with Taylore, even if that meant joining Mr. Ross's mob. He then told him of The ceremony of Blades, and that even if he did defeat Winston, he'd need his help to make sure the others of Winston's gang would play this fair.

When he was finally finished, he drank some of his whiskey, anxiously awaiting his response.

Mr. Ross leaned back in his chair as the story started, listening intently throughout the whole thing not once opening his mouth to speak. When he heard the part of Taylore and Lydia being put in danger, his eyes grew cold and hard. Softening up whenever he saw Taylore looking at him, her eyes telling him to listen. Once Wilmond's story was finsihed, he was quiet but his eyes were calculating.

Sitting up, he put his elbows on the table and put his hands together quietly. "I will help you with this. You will have to join my mob, of course, in order to be with my daughter however. If you are willing to do that for Taylore then i will send many of my men to go with you to this ceremony of the Blades. They will be assigned to protect you two in case Winston's men do not play fair. You will also be protected afterwards as well," he said looking at Wilmond with serious eyes. "Also. I will expect you to take care of Taylore if you wish to be with her," he added.

Wilmond sighed in relief and smiled broadely. "I wouldn't have it any other way, sir. I'd have joined you even if it wasn't nessecary, I've never been one to sit still for long." He nodded. "I will take care of Taylore, and I will join your mob."

Mr. Ross nodded then relaxed, looking at their plates. "You havent finished. Eat up you two," he said with a smile.
Taylore was definitly hungrier than before now that her head had stopped hurting. Eating the food rather quickly though she didnt scarf it down. Downing the rest of her skotch before she was done, smiling since everything went quite well.
Mr. Ross was delighted to see Taylore so happy. She hadnt been in a long, long time. "Wilmond. Taylore. I would like you two to stay here tonight. Its a bit late for you two to be making your way back to the safehouse. You can leave in the morning and as for accomidations, you can take Taylore's room. Or if you two dont sleep in the same bed yet, Wilmond can take the room next door." Mr. Ross said, pretty much dismissing them from the table.
Taylore smiled and took Wilmond's hand, gently pulling him out of the room and leading the way upstairs. Stopping at the second to last door in the second floor hallway. It was white with beautiful gold floral designs on it. Turning to look at Wilmond, she smiled up at him. "So what would you rather do? Stay with me or stay next door?" she asked.