Gun Powder & Lead

The phone was on the counter for the last hour and half as Maya Alliot tried to comprehend the words that she had heard. She hadn't noticed but tears had fallen from her eyes and had now pooled on the counter on the bars counter top.

This wasn't happening. What in the world had she done in her life for this to happen. Maya allowed her head to fall into her hands as a small weap left her mouth.

So, much for being strong right? The big bad Maya Dinah Alliot had a weakness.

That weakness was her daughter.

"Ms. Alliot?" "This is she...whose calling." "This is Eliza Montgomery. The lawyer who finalized our adoption was able to get me your name. He told me I shouldn't call you but.. its Luciana." At her daughters name Maya had risen from the bar stoll placed the woman on hold and hollared so loud that the bar was closed that it had caused her throat to hurt. Once it was clear Maya lowered herself back down onto the stool. She feared that if it hadn't been there in the first place that she would have fallen to the ground.

"Luciana...she's sick. Dying actually and we we're hoping you could come to Launceston.."

"I'm sorry what.."

 Maya paused a moment unsure if she had heard the woman correctly when she had spoken about where she had needed her to come. Launceston...her Launceston. How fucking stupid had she been. Of course Fran would have made sure that Luci was hiding in the one place Maya Alliot would never have looked for her.

The rest of the conversation had blurred together but one important thing had stuck out. Luciana was sick and needed hers and fran's help.

Only the mother and father could help the small child.

and sadly, Fran St. Clair would be no help.

Maya pushed herself up off the bar stool and quickly hurried out the door. Outside it was pouring, a  storm had been brewing on the coast of Porto for the last week and earlier that evening it had touched land. Strong winds blew harshly as Maya Alliot ran towards her car. She hadn't cared that she getting dretenched. All that had mattered was that she needed to get to Luciana's father.

Her real father.

Twenty minutes later Maya Alliot was standing in the door way to Laurents apartment with the key in the door. Her eyes were pressed tightly closed as she inhaled a sharp breath and willing herself to go inside. It had been clear that Maya Alliot was interrupting Laurent with a few Vixens but she hadn't cared.

She was soaked from head to toe. Bottom lip trembling softly as her body attempted to warm. Maya's make up had run a mix between the rain and her tears. None of that had mattered to her though.

The whole party was staying at her. Waiting for her to say something - anything. She swallowed hard as her eyes landed on Laurent.

Maya Alliot had even directed Reagan to go to her apartment and stay there until she heard from her. Was she being a little extreme maybe but there was an unsettled feeling in her stomach that hadn’t gone away since the moment Elliot’s body had hit the mat. Maya could still hear the scream that had left her lips as she watched what was the final blow.  There had been hate in every punch that Salerno had thrown and Maya had known the fight should have been called.

She’d heard Veronika scream an order but it hadn’t been enough to stop the fight. When it had ceased Maya had pushed herself into the ring and instantly started to assess his wounds. How many times had she patched Laurent, Oliver, and Richard up? One too many that was for sure.  

Elliot, however, had been dead before they even had a chance to save his life.

Now they were all paying the repercussions of it.  Going to see Aur wasn’t a choice. It had needed to happen.

“I was ma'am,” Maya said with a shaking her head. “Dante Salerno fought Elliot and killed him. He hadn’t stood a chance but.” Maya looked over her shoulder for a moment. “Veronika and the ref had attempted to stop it. Salerno had no plans on stopping it.  He appeared to be out for blood. Ma'am if I may I dont think this she her doing she looked and sounded as angry...Laurent and yourself know her better but it was just an observation."

This is the most… Lara birthday in 27 years.

Maya Alliot.

Revati followed the woman’s eyes to the couple then back to the French loyalist in some concern. Wesley was such a solid bet she was certain the betting odds were ten to one. And yet, here was the Launcestonian with her flaming serpents tongue, whispering from mouth oddities that were irrational and inflated. It felt like an American moment, sitting at such a posh table with someone like Maya Alliot - tall, tan, beautiful, and deadly - while speaking on the prospects of the night. Maybe this was what the French were good at; pushing the limits, testing them.

“Are we talking about the same guy?” Revati brought a hand to her chin, half laughing. “Let’s pretend like you’re right for a moment. Who should I have bet on?”

"If I was you?" Maya said as she stepped beside Revati playing the clutch she held in one hand directly in the center and taking a hold of it with both her hands. She allowed her finger nails to drum softly against the soft fabric as she thought silently to herself. After a long pause, she nodded her head towards the crowd standing around a fighter. "Thierry Vendroux and before you say it I'm not just saying that because he's French."

Maya nodded towards the man once more offering him a soft smile as he caught her eye. She had known Thierry since before he joined them in Porto. She'd seen his talent first hand back in Paris and believed he was a real contender. She snapped her finger as she pointed towards him. "He's smooth, graceful and a powerhouse. I'd bet my bar on him."