Third Person POV

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? HOW CAN WE HAVE NO LEAD TO HER WHEREABOUTS? I WANT SOME INFORMATION BY TONIGHT GOD DAMMIT." Vincent shouts at the people in his office.

Vincent has been like this since the day Alina has been missing and it's been 11 days now. He was losing his mind every single day.

Barely eating and sleeping, he was always in his office. The lack of sleep is catching up on him but he converts all of it into angers and vents out on anyone in front of him. His room is a complete wreck. Every time he felt like crying he just held her picture and caressed it. He hid all his emotions but his family knew how much he was suffering.

Alexander (Don) was trying his best. He has been contacting and pulling all strings but so far they have no lead. He knew if Alina isn't to be found soon or God forbid never, he would lose his son. Either he'll go away from them or turn into an emotionless, cold and ruthless don. Alina was like a daughter to him, even he didn't want to lose her.

James, Mason, Allen and Felix were discharged from the hospital a few days ago. Each one them has broken something or the other and their body's are covered with injuries all over.

The only information they got about the attack from these four was that the men had Spanish Mafia tattoo. The one who had an important clue, Jacob, was still unconscious.

Alexander had talked with the Spanish Mafia Don but he denied having any connection with this. Vincent had lashed out but the Spanish Mafia stood their ground. They knew that the Spanish mafia won't betray them but then they don't know anything. It's all a dead end. There's no clue to Alina.

The Walker house that was once filled with happiness and laughter was now filled with sorrow and pain. Nobody talked. Andrew and Tristan were mostly at the King's place to find Alina. Seth stayed home to take care of his younger brothers.

The Walker brothers were miserable.

Felix has not left his room since he was discharged. He just sits and goes through their pictures together. He stares and cries his heart out. He misses his sissy a lot.

Allen has been in the gang's  torture room. With a broken hand, bruised body and no way to vent his frustration and anger, he is torturing people. All he wants is his little sister. Everytime he closes his eyes he sees Alina's smiling face and that makes him cry even more. He's snapping at almost everyone but they all are trying to be understanding.

Mason hasn't slept in days. Whenever he closes his eyes he sees Alina either smiling or struggling to fight with those men in ski masks. He blames himself for not being strong enough to protect her. He's breaking things all over the house, drives mindless anywhere and comes home drunk. All he wants his baby sister back in his arms.

Tristan has been trying to have a control over his emotions. Even though he wants to cry he can't. He needs to stay sane to find his baby. His blood is boiling to find the motherfucker who kidnapped his sister. He would end up at bars at evening to drink away his frustration but would sober up by morning to help Andrew. He goes to her room once in a while to get some comfort, sometimes even hoping she would just suddenly appear.

Seth was the one who was silently suffering. He was being there for all his brothers but honeslty there was no one for him. There was no one to tell him 'its gonna be alright'. No one was there to wipe his tears. He was putting up with all tantrums and acts his brothers were throwing at him. He made sure all of them had a little food and a little sleep. He misses his princess. He makes her favorite food and sleeps while clutching her soft toys and pictures.

Andrew has been a wreck just like Vincent. He barely can control his anger. Everything and nothing goes to a dead end. Every night he's home he goes to her room. When food is served his mind asks him if his Violet has eaten? He keeps away the food but Seth makes him eat enough to keep him from fainting. He wants Alina back in his arms safety.

James was not better than anyone. Trying his best to mask his emotions and helping in finding Alina.

Vincent's POV

"Vincent, Jacob is awake. Let's see if he knows something." My father calls me out of my room.

'What more can he have?' I thought to myself and got up with a sigh.

We made our way to the hospital. Her brothers were also present. All of us went in together to face a tearful Jacob.

We have been friends for more than 8 years. All four of us share a special bond. Especially Jacob and Alina.

"Jacob tell us everything you remember about that day." My father says in all seriousness.

He narrates what all the other boys had said. "But they aren't Spanish Mafia. When they were taking away Alina they spoke in Greek. I had inspected one of the tattoo on a men we killed and it was fake." He adds.

"So someone is impersonating. Someone is trying to mislead us." Tristan concludes and we all agree.

Soon everybody leaves to start investigating from a new point. Jacob asked for James and me to stay.

"Hey." Jacob said softly, his voice laced with pain. I wasn't looking at him to avoid my own tears from falling. My best friends are the only few who have seen and know this side of me.

"Both of you sit here." Jacob pats on both his sides. When we don't move he calls us again.

"You will find her Vincent." He took my hand in his and rubbed it.

"When?" My voice broke and eyes filled with tears.

"Soon Vincent. Soon." He leaned forward and hugged me.

"I want her back. I need her. You know I love her so much, right? Get her back for me..." I sobbed in the crook of his neck and he rubbed my back soothingly. He himself was crying now.

"She will be back in your arms Vincent. Then she'll graduate school, college, somewhere in between I guess you will propose, marry, honeymoon and have kids with her. You have your future written with her, a veryyy sexy life." He said while sobbing and laughing.

We stayed there for sometime before we went away to the headquarters. Everybody was trying to find some connection.

Everybody was sitting in chairs and seems like waiting for something or someone.

"What happened?" I asked them.

"We might be having a lead. A good one this time." Joseph says with a tiny smile.

"What is it?" I ask impatiently.

"Grandpa." Andrew says and looks at someone behind me.

Alina's POV

It's been 10 days that I'm here now, considering the fact that the day I woke up was my first day here.

The cell is small and dark but the small window does tell me if a new day has started or not.

Everyday someone comes to torture me for a few hours and later a doctor comes in to treat my wounds. First week was different man, now is a different.

They definitely aren't the boss for all I know. They are just following the orders and honestly I'm eager to see who the boss is. I have no fucking idea as to where I am just that it's been 10 days. How? I use my blood to make tally marks on the wall.

Running away was impossible because I didn't have much energy. I would lose it. Food is at their mercy.

I miss my brothers, my friends, my family and Vincent. Everyone must be worried.

My clothes are torn and this place is ridiculously cold for some reason or maybe I'm feeling so. My body is covered with injuries, some healing and some not.

I keep thinking about them and my memories with them to make myself happy and forget the pain. I've woken up multiple times thinking this is a dream but unfortunately it isn't.

I hope they find me or I do. I can't lose them when I've just found them.

I was determined and no one can crumble my determination.

A/N
So how's it?
So yeah grandpa is entering....finalyyyyyy

They also have some information or lead.

Who do you think is her captor?

Do you want Alina to die by the end?😛

Do vote and comment guys ❤️