Warning: chapter contains blood, gore, violence, sensitive topics, and strong language.

You've been warned...

You stare down at the table where all the weapons lay. 'What should I use first?' You thought but your thoughts are interupted due to Brett's screaming and yelling.

You sigh and walk over to him. "Quit screaming for help. Nobody's gonna come look for you."

"Just wait and see. I have men looking for me. Once they find me, you'll be pleading for me to spare your life!" You giggle. "As if."

You grab an ice pick and pierce it on his thigh. He screams. You hear a buzz coming from his pocket. You reached for the phone and see the caller. "Well isn't this lovely? Your wife is calling." His eyes immediately snap towards you.

"Give me that now!" "I don't think so, especially when you're tied up. I'll be generous enough to give your wife the final call." You smirk, answering the phone and putting it on speaker.

You gesture him to talk. He gulps. "Honey I..." he stares at the phone. "Dear? Hello?" The woman says now a bit in panic. "Dear, please help me! I'm about to have my head-" You grab the ice pick and jab it in his thigh deeper, making him scream louder.

"Hello?! What are you doing to my husband?!" You giggle. "I know the things you and your lover do for money." You say as you hear her gasp.

"Don't worry, I'll see you soon." You say darkly, sending chills to both Brett and his wife. You hung up and drop the phone. Brett stares at the phone as it hits the floor.

"Call her back this instant! I didn't say what i wanted to say! His eyes widen as you step on the phone, completely breaking it into pieces. You smirk. "Not a chance."

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

"Help me!" Brett yells. You sigh. You grab the ice pick and remove it. He grunts in pain but then yells as you stab the ice pick on his other thigh. "Shut it." You say as you walk towards the door and open it.

"Hey babe.~" Jenny says in a seductive tone. You playfully roll your eyes. "She's in the bathroom, be sure to cover her eyes. She's had enough trauma." Jenny nods and does what she was told. After they left, you locked the door. You then walk over to the table of weapons and examine. "I'll tell you everything you want to know Y/N! Please just let me go!" He pleads.

"I know you'll tell me everything I want to know." You say. 'What should I do next?' You gasp. 'I know!' You grab the hacksaw. "Wh-what are you gonna do with that?" He said with a shaky voice. You turn and give him a cold look.

"I'll show you the monster you created."
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"So how did it go?" James asked. "It went excellent." Donovan said with a smile on his face. "Well isn't Don happy." Lorenzo smiles.

"Why wouldn't I be? I won't have that old hag bothering me with her needs and I won't be bothered by her trying to take my doll away." Donovan said.

"Damn, you really are a psycho..." Angel said."Says the one who brutally killed their father." Donovan replied. "Touché monsieur." All the men began to chuckle.

Donovan then stops as he spotted Theo and Eden walking behind Jenny. Donovan then walks over to the three who are now leaving. "Where are the three of you going?" Donovan asks. "The kid rescued one of Brett's victims so we're taking her back home." Theo said. "Y/N asked if we can take her since she's busy at the moment." Jenny replied.

Donovan's eyes widen with concern. Theo places his hand on Donovan's shoulder. "Before you do anything,  we just wanna say that she's fine. There's nothing you need to be concerned about." Donovan hesitates. "C'mon boss, that kid is literally a lethal weapon. Nothing can stop her." Theo continued yet Donovan chuckles.

"You're right, nothing can stop my doll..."
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Screams echo throughout the whole room as you used the hacksaw to tear off his left thigh. "Please stop! Please!" He pleads. "Not until you tell me where all the kids are." You say as you watch his left leg hit the floor.

The room goes silent. You sigh in annoyance. You stood up and slap him harshly. He wakes up again. "This is the third time you've passed out on me. You're really pissing me off..."

You throw the hacksaw to the ground. "Now tell me..." You then grab the collar of his shirt and pull it up towards you. "Where are the kids!?" You yelled. He shakes in fear. The serious yet cold look on your face frightened him. He knew you had enough.

"Fine... I have a warehouse located near my house. I have some of them at my place as well. The files and information you want is in the safe in my private room. The code is 61894." He says in defeat.

"Anything else I need to know?" You ask. "The warehouse is guarded heavily. My kids are responsible for that." "Interesting...So it's a family business to you." 'How disgusting.' You thought.

"Tell me more about this whole family thing..." You say, now sitting on the bed, infront of him. You pulled out a cigarette from the box. "I have two kids...My daughter is in charge of the kids and my son is in charge of the warehouse." He said.

"So your daughter lures the kids in and your son runs the place. Hmm, that doesn't sound difficult." You light the cigarette. He nods. "Just please...don't kill them..."He pleads, tears then emerge from his eyes.

"That all depends on my boss." You puff out the smoke. "We both know that old woman will order you to kill them..." He said sadly. You shake your head. "I don't work for her anymore." He lifts his head in confusion. "Then who do you work for?" He asks.

"I'm sure you know him, Donovan Monroe." Brett's eyes widen. "Son of Oliver Monroe?! You nod. "Those two are complete psychos! Please don't let your boss kill my children!" He sobs. You sigh and drop the cigarette, stepping on it.

"I can't make any promises on that. What the boss says must go. I may not listen to his rules sometimes, but in situations like these, I must." His eyes widen. "Besides, I'm not gonna help someone who's in this type of business. You're taking children and selling them. You don't realize what you put them through..."

"Taking their childhood away and forcing them to do awful things. Disgusting beings like you take them away from their families. You take away their light." You then take your gun out, cocking it.

"The devil will have a special place for you." You then point the gun at him. "I'll see you in hell Martinez." He closes his eyes, accepting his fate. "I'm sorry for everything I did to you. " He whispers. You galre.

BANG!

His eyes roll back and his body goes limp. You sigh and let yourself fall on the bed. You smile to yourself. "I told you Martinez...I intend to keep my promises I made years ago." You giggle.

"Karma's one hell of a bitch."
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Luke searches around Muriel's apartment. He began to worry heavily. 'Damn it Mrs.Hollis, where are you? Luke freezes at the sound of somebody cocking their gun.

"Don't move."

The voice said. "Turn around slowly." Luke does so but looks down on the ground. "Luke?" He immediately looks up to see Muriel. He sighs in relief. 'Thank god, I thought she was dead...' He thought.

"Boy I could have killed you!" She said putting the gun away then smacking his head. "Why are you here son?" She asks. "Y/N was concerned so she sent me here to look for you, to see if you were okay."

Muriel smiles. "Oh that girl worries too much about me. I think she forgets that I was once a mafia boss." She said laughing a bit. "Of course, you know that she cares deeply about you." Luke replied and she nods.

"Anyways, what's with the mess?" "Oh that? Pff!" She walks towards her closet. She opens the door and three bodies plop out the closet. Luke's eyes widen. Muriel laughs at his reaction. "Granny still has it."

Luke then chuckles. "Indeed." He replied. "If you haven't put the picture together, these are Monroe's men. He sent these three to kill me. I'm sure you know why son." She said. "I know, he tried getting rid of me as well..." Luke says. "Interesting."

"Well help me get rid of these three. After all this, we need to see an old friend of mine."

"A friend?" Muriel nods. "Her name is Lauren Hill. If you didn't know already, it's Donovan's mother." Luke's eyes are now filled with curiosity. "I'll help but why do you need her?"

"Let's just say it's to help Y/N out of this mess." Luke nods. "How come I've never heard of this woman?" Luke asks and Muriel laughs a bit. "Jeez sonny, you ask many things. You know who this is, just not by name." "Is that so? Then what name does she go by?"

"Nana."
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BURST!

You tilt your head to the side to see whoever kicked down the door. The tall figure freezes once he walked in. Three other tall figures walk in to see the chaos you made.

You glare. "How lovely of you to knock." You sarcastically say. Donovan stares a bit in shock. Bodies were everywhere. Blood stained the floor and walls.

Your dress stained by blood. Your arms, legs, hands, and face covered a bit in blood. Wild thoughts began running through his head.

Donovan was beyond aroused by the scene.

Unexpectedly, he walks towards you. You didn't expect him to smash his lips onto yours. Once he pulled away, he whispers. "Good job doll. I'll be sure to reward you." He smirks. 'The fu-'

"Ahem!" Lorenzo coughed loudly, getting both of your attention. "We're still here you know." Angel said.

"No, do continue." James said yet his eyes widen when you throw a dagger right next to his head, hitting the wall. "I was kidding!" James yelled as he hid behind Angel. The men chuckle. "Alright, that's enough for today doll." Donovan said. "Let's go home." He continued. "You can go home. I still have to do something."

"No you're coming with me. Besides, what do you need to do?" He asks. You smile. Donovan blushes. "I want to deliver a special gift to someone." Donovan then glares as his eyes goes dark. "To who?" "I'll tell you later, just let me get the gift." You say.

"If you'd like, we can deliver it for you. Its no issue for us." Lorenzo said. "Really?" He nods. "Perfect!" You said. "Just excuse me for a bit." You drag Brett's body in the bathroom then return to retrieve the hacksaw.

"I wouldn't want Bubbles here to faint at the sight." You giggle and the men chuckle except for James.

"The names James you brat!"
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Now midnight...

DING!

'Who could be here at this hour?' Madison thinks to herself. She opens the door and looks around. Her eyes then look down. "Mom, there's a package at the door!" Madison yelled. "It's late why are you up?" She yelled back.

"I'm  bringing it in!" Madison yelled back. She shuts the door and places the gift on the table. "Who's it from honey?" Destiny, the mother, asks. "I don't know but it's really heavy."

"Odd, why isn't father here yet?" Noah asks. "I don't know but I'm extremely worried. Brett is not answering my calls. Earlier...he was screaming for help."

They sigh. "Anyways, what's in the box?" Noah asks. "I don't know but the ribbon is cute!" Noah rolls his eyes. "Mom, there's a note addressed to you." Madison claimed.

"Is that so?" Destiny walks over and takes the note from her hand. She opens and reads it out loud.

"Enjoy the gift, I hope you'll love it <3 You'll be next on my list ;)
P.M."

"Who the hell is P.M?" Noah questioned. "Don't know who's initials it could be." Destiny said. "Well, Open the box mom!" Madison says excitedly.

Destiny lifts the box and screams in horror. Madison and Noah look inside the box and scream at the gruesome sight. Madison drops to the floor. "Dad!" Madison screams. Destiny trembles.

The head of Brett Martinez layed in the box. His eyes still open, rolled up to his head.

Destiny regretted opening the box. She dropped to the floor. Thoughts filled her head. She knew she was now in danger and so were her kids. A little message was placed next to the beheaded head of Brett's. The note was covered in blood.

'See you soon. <3'