Josephine Banfield. Not Josephine Densmore. Everyone confuses my names. I never took Harry's name. I claimed that it would protect him. In reality, it was to protect myself. He's not mine, never will be. Didn't wanna marry him in the first place, I only had to. I was forced.
It was his idea. He's supposed to be the brains of us, they always underestimate me.
They underestimate me until there's a knife in their back and I'm the one who put it there. It's a simple game. I can hide it under the guise of being threatened, after all no one ever questions the little doe eyed girl. It's an act. And a damn good one at that.
I am my own protector. Ben used to protect me, but he's dead. He was the only one I would let protect me, and even then I barely let him. I was going to protect him...but he is dead. I am alive. Calla killed him.
Little miss Irene Calla. Queen of the underworld. Everyone has tried her case. Even the real, true Allan Pinkerton the second himself tried it. Then they gave it to Ben and I. No idea why, to be quite honest. I like to imagine it's because they genuinely thought we could do it. And we did. Samuel and Margaret Calla are dead now, no longer a threat. Irene Calla is a threat, yes, but a weakened one at that, one who could attack, but people have been on high alert, ever since Ben..
However, Irene...she's perfect. She moves with such grace, it's truly a work of art to even see her...I mean, obviously I don't like her, she's terrible. She's nothing more than a criminal. But...she's beautiful, you'd think she's an angel the way she floats. She isn't, obviously. Cause she's a criminal. I should hate her, I really should, but I don't. Some part of me still has hope that she could turn out good.
Anyone could turn out good. They just needed to realize...and god, I shouldn't, but I wish Irene could turn out good. Her and her second in command, the girl named Marie. They could turn out good, I wish they would...even if they were good, it'd be harder, but it'd be okay. Then things would be different, we wouldn't have to hide as much.
I say we like we'd do it. I don't like her, she hates me, and that's that. No love for the evil, no rest for the wicked. I wouldn't ever love someone like her. Besides, people like her don't like people like me. No one ends up together like that. It's illegal, anyways, so it couldn't happen.
..I wish it would, though. I think. I mean, she's just..nice. She's smart and kind and funny and she genuinely isn't bad, I think.
Damn.
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