Alina's POV

It is quiet late at night and I'm still working on our old club's finances. It's a huge mess and I want to complete it tonight.

Someone knocks on the door. I look up and saw Tristan leaning on the door.

"Hey brother." I say in a cool manner.

"Why aren't you asleep baby?" He asks me sternly.

I sigh. "I am sorry but I need to and want to finish this by tonight." I tuck the pencil in my messy bun and sit with my arms crossed over my chest.

He shakes his head and sighs in defeat. "Let me help then." He comes to my bed and I make some space for him.

"What do I need to do Miss Alina?" He asks playfully.

"Calculate the amount of missing cash and goods. Take this for comparison." I tell him and hand him over the papers.

"Pencil...where are you?" I mumble while trying to find my pencil.

"Silly girl." He lightly hits my head and removes the pencil from my bun.

After half an hour both of us finish.

"How much?" I ask him.

"3000 pounds."

I write it on a paper and add up everything.

"That's a lot, isn't it?" He asks while assessing the reports around us.

I hum in response. "Someone, who I think is the manager, is stealing money. I'll have to give a lovely visit I guess." I sigh and drop my head in his lap.

"Sleep by little boss."  He says lovingly and strokes my head.

"Let me clean this." Unwillingly I get up and clear my bed.

I got back under the covers to cuddle with him.

"Will you teach me how to ride a bike?" I ask him.

"Bike as in bicycle or motorcycle?" He asks.
(I have written this with the thought that bike is a motorcycle and not a bicycle.)

"Motorcycle Tris. I know how to ride a bicycle." I groan.

"Nope. You might get hurt." I says sternly.

"I got hurt even while I learned how to ride a bicycle. It's natural to get hurt." I whine.

"But still Alina." He says seriously.

"Pleaseeee Tris." I start acting cute.

"Don't do that Alina." He warns.

"Please Trisss." I do it again.

"Alright...Uggh...but if you fall-" I cut him off. "You will pick me up and we will start again." I say.

"Well, that wasn't what I was going to say but yes I will pick you up and we will learn again." I could hear his smile in his voice.

"Now sleep little idiot." He pats my back a little too hard and then we both fall asleep.

*Few days later*

"Angela and Jacob are going to Samuel's house and check everything out there. Stay hidden inside." James orders.

"Vincent and me will come inside in a few minutes like we had planned." He said.

Since Vincent is no longer the leader he doesn't get a say. He is still helping us from time-to-time though. He doesn't mind.

This fucking Samuel stole some really important drugs and weapons from us and that's what we are extracting now.

Jacob and I, along with a few men of ours make our way to Samuel's house. I was wearing a baseball cap and a black mask. Those old ones are becoming old and boring.

We broke open the door and cautiously went inside. It was a small stone built two storey house.

I went upstairs and Jacob went downstairs, to the basement. Our men followed us. Upstairs was clear. I heard a loud groan and some cursing followed by my name being called multiple times.

I rushed to the basement. Jacob  was on the ground, holding his head and two of our men were retraining a screaming and struggling girl.

"What happened?" I ask them.

"She attacked me." Jacob muttered.

I look over to see the girl still struggling to get out of the bulky men's grip.

"Leave me." She screamed.

"Stop fighting girl." I say as I walk towards her. "You won't win."

After a minute she finally stops.

"What do you want from me?" She asks. Her voice was laced with fear although she tried to sound brave.

"Who are you?" I ask her. She didn't look older. Maybe 20.

"Willow." She answers.

"How are you related to Samuel?" I ask.

"H-he is my u-uncle." She answers almost in a whisper.

I turned and went closer to Jacob. "We didn't have any information about this J." I mutter.

He nods. "When was the last time you went out of this house Willow?" Jacob asks her.

"I don't know." She cries.

"He is abusive I guess." I say while looking at her body littered with scars.

She was a reminder of the old me. Definitely I didn't reach my breaking point because I had my shields, my saviours but she didn't have any.

"Alright listen carefully Willow. Samuel will be dead within a few hours and you'll be free. We won't hold you, we will help you start a new life. Calm down." Jacob tries reassuring her.

"He's going to die? And I'll be free?" She asks in disbelief.

"Yes he messed up big time and the only way out of death. Yes you'll be free now." I answer her and that's when I hear a soft cry.

Each and every person in the room look at each other with wide eyes. I followed the voice although Willow struggled to stop me. I told the men to hold her down.

As I went deeper into the basement it got darker. I took out my torch and went ahead with the little light. I poined it to the source of the cry. In the corner was a small crib with a really small baby. It was all shabby. The blanket was black with dust. He or she was crying softly and I noticed maybe it was because of the cold atmosphere of the basement.

I held the torch in my mouth, picked up the baby and made my way out.

All eyes were on me when I came out. Willow was struggling even more. Jacob came and took the torch from my mouth.

"Don't kill her. Please I beg you." Willow begged.

"Calm down Willow. I promise I won't do anything to her." I promise and make my towards her, handing her her baby.

She cradled the baby and rocked her back and forth.

"Who is the father?" Jacob asks her.

Willow stares at us and her eyes fill with tears again. "I don't know." She answers.

I clench my fists in anger. Samuel you're so dead today.

"Boss we should hide before he comes." One of our men says with urgency.

"Yes take your places everyone. Alina go with Willow." Jacob orders. "Also switch on your ear pieces."

I take Willow with me to her room and hide in the darkness.

"Willow don't panic. You and your baby will be free today."

"Who are you talking to Angela" I hear James' voice through the ear piece.

"Samuel has had his niece captive here for years. He has abused her and maybe even used her. She also has a baby." I tell him.

"Motherfucking bastard." James hisses. I heard Vincent curse as well.

Minutes passed and Samuel came home followed by Vincent and James. They attacked him and now he's sitting in front of us, gagged and tied.

"Can I shoot him once?" Willow asks.

I shake my head to the others. It felt like a bad idea.

"You might not be able to live with that Willow. I suggest you go inside till we kill him." Jacob tells her.

"Please. I won't kill him, just shoot him in his leg." She pleads.

I sigh. I hand her my gun and stand near her. When she shot him once I immediately took away my gun and took her to the basement where her baby was.

"What's her name and how old is she?" I ask her as I caresses the baby's cheek.

"Her name is Stella and she's 2 months old." She says with a smile.

"Would you like to start a job here in London or some other city?" I ask her.

"Will you help me if I say I don't want to stay with Stella? I want her to have both parents and I can't do that." She starts crying again.

I hug her. "That can be done Willow but you should rethink. Don't leave your baby alone."

"No that's what I want." She says firmly. She places Stella back into her crib.

She stares at the wall when we heard a few gunshots go off. Seems like Samuel's dead.

"Lets go Angela." I heard Vincent call me.

I take Willow and Stella with me.

"Hey wait a moment I want to get something. Hold her for me." Willow said as she handed Stella to me.

We all stopped and kept looking at where she went, the small front yard they had. She walked and suddenly picked up the crosscut saw. My heart raced because I knew what she was up to. All of us almost raced to her but she raised the saw and motioned for us to stop.

"Whoever you all are I know you are good people. Please take care of my daughter. Make sure she has love of both parents and tell her that he mom loves her. I can't live with what I suffered, I'm sorry." She sobs.

"Stop it Willow. Don't do that." Jacob says.

"I'm sorry I can't." She shakes her head and sobs.

"Willow please. Stella needs you." I plead.

"Just take care of her, please." With that she stabs herself in her stomach and turns the saw. I closed my eyes because of the pain she went through.

Stella was asleep without a care in the world. She deserved her mother's love and warmth.

Jacob and James went over to Willow. Vincent came to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

After deciding on giving Willow a proper funeral later on we get back in Vincent's car.

"What do you think we should do about the baby?" James asks to nobody in particular.

All of us started thinking. "I was thinking of asking Hans. They had a very difficult time getting pregnant with Colton and I'm sure he would like to have a daughter." I reason. "If he doesn't want to take her in then we can find someone from our mafia who doesn't have kids maybe. I don't want her going to orphanage or another abusive household."

"That sounds good." Jacob said with a smile.

Other two hum in approval.

"Where to?" Vincent asks.

"Any one of you three want to keep Stella?" I ask them even though I knew they would say no.

"NO." All of them say in unison.

"My place then. I am going to Southampton tomorrow so I'll take her with me if Hans agrees." I tell him. Jacob will be joining me as well.

He nods and starts the car. Throughout the car ride I handed over Stella to Jacob and James just to see how funny they could be.

I got out of the car with Stella in my arms, Vincent followed me. He placed a kiss on my cheek and caressed Stella's cheek.

"Bye angel. See you soon." He said.

"Bye Vin. I love you." I kissed his chin and turned around.

I had just walked two steps when I head Vin mutter.

"One day it's going to be our child in your arms. Just a few more years."

I turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. He just smirked and left.

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