The vale mansion was strangely quiet and everyone knew why.
With a few weeks gone by after the bloody explosion at St. Catherine, they were only just beginning to heal.
But that was not the entirety of it.
Maverick climbed up the stairs leading to his personal wing as the guards by his wing straightened and greeted on seeing him.
"Good morning, boss." One of them said but Maverick cut off,
"Where is Red?" He asked, addressing her so, since he was speaking to people who he wanted to regard her.
The men looked to one another, seemingly confused.
"W-we thought she left your wing moments ago, sir." One of them replied, wondering why the don was suddenly searching for the woman.
Maverick didn't enter his wing anymore. He turned around and went straight to the other quarters, finally finding Dahlia by the courtyard, though no longer in her bloody maid uniform anymore.
He knew she was done with that messy linen he had put her in.
