Don Black's pov:
Approximately two hours ago I sent Brutus towards my son's mansion. He is supposed to be back any minute. I know he will be because that's the time he has and he knows to make good use of it if he truly cares about his oh-so-precious mate. It also depends on whether or not little Ivy wants her poor grandmother to be okay or not. I'm sure I can have some great fun with Olivia if she doesn't stick to the plan. It will all be clear once Brutus returns.

Losing my son Fagan caused me a pain and anger unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I never did think that I could experience that kind over the loss of a son. I never really cared much for any of them, but at least Fagan showed promise of something better than the other two. Because of that, I have to make sure that Blake understand what that feels like. He's not going to inflict that pain on me and not get it back in return.

After getting a moment of peace and quiet on my own, I hear a plate shatter as it hits the floor. My fist clenches immediately and hits the table as I turn around and see the girl and Olivia crouch down cleaning something up. I immediately get up on my feet and walk towards them.

- It was just a plate, Don. It won't happen again...

Olivia says as I start to take those few steps towards them. A wicked smile forms on my face. I know because I see them grow anxious. I stop next to Olivia who dares to not acknowledge my presence next to her. I grab her by the hair and pull her up.

- Just a plate, huh? You disturbed my peace and quiet with 'just a plate'. If you ever as much as breathe with a noise that disturbs me, you can bet that I will take it out on you...

I let out looking down at her before I turn my head towards the girl who looks terrified.

- ...or you.

I let Olivia down as I walk towards her.

- If your boy doesn't deliver what we planned, I'm gonna make sure that he watches me as I tear your child apart inside of you. After that, I'm going to kill you slowly in a way that will make you both beg me to kill you.

Oliva is trying to get it together on the floor as I stop inches away from the girl. She's a pretty little thing who happens to be connected to Brutus. It's pure bad luck...for them. The girl keeps moving backwards until she hits the wall. I stop right in front of her, looking down on her as I grab a lock of her delicately brown hair. I play with it between my fingers for a moment and smell it.

- I wonder if Brutus ever smelled your hair like this when he made love to you. Or perhaps...I'm wondering even more if he will ever do it again...

I'm about to go further when I hear someone behind me.

- Don, don't!

I immediately turn my head towards Olivia and turn my body accordingly. The young girl now behind me, is teary and shaky when I go back to targeting Olivia.

- You seem to have forgotten something, Olivia. I don't take commands from you, you take them from me! You will stop meddling in my business when I'm talking someone that isn't you, have I made myself clear?!

Some would say she's strong...Olivia, that is. People, if they saw her, would say that she's strong for interrupting me in the middle of something when she knows that it will only make it worse for her. I've grown rather tired and irritated...by that and by her. She can't expect to survive for much longer. Not in this life, not with me.

As I get to her and almost grab her, I feel the anger boil up inside of my chest and it escalates to the point where I just instinctively sap her roughly in the face.

- Olivia!

The young girl lets out in tears. She tries to get my poor mate before I push her away.

- What I told my dear mate also counts you for, girly. You think you can interfere with me and get away with it unpunished?

I'm about to walk over to her and slap her when someone comes through the doors. The first one I see is Ivy. I don't know why I find myself surprised by the sight of her. She used to run away all the time when she was younger and Brutus always had to bring her back. This one time, she actually managed to get away and I let her. Apparently, she never forgot about the plan, which ultimately means Brutus succeeded in kidnapping my grandson. How Ivy so ridiculously cares about her grandmother. It sickens me.

- Grandmother!

She runs straight past me. I can't stand to watch them. I am more interested in who Brutus is holding in his arms.

- Well, well, well, would you look at that? That must be my handsome grandson...

I remove the covers from the boy's face and finally get a proper look at him. He is twitching and turning in Brutus' arms. The sedative seems to be wearing off slightly.

- I assume there was no trouble getting him out of there with the help from the inside...

I look at Brutus who's keeping eyes elsewhere. He barely even looks me in the eyes these days because he never knows when the right time for it is. Right now is the time and I immediately grab his chin and force him to look at me.

- You did well tonight, boy. Take the little one to the cell down below and make sure he's chained before you leave. That'll grant you ten minutes with your supposed love...

I let go of him and tilt my head in the direction for him to go. The girl hurries off to the room they barely share while Olivia and Ivy are sitting tightly together on the floor.

- You shouldn't have come back, sweetheart. You would've been a lot safer and better off with your father...

She says. I almost snort immediately before I grab Ivy by the neck and pull her up so she's standing on her two feet.

- You should've listened to your grandmother before she sent you off a few weeks ago. Now, you are going to watch your dear little brother piss his pants while his worst nightmares come true...

Brutus' pov:
Walking down the steps to the cells, I almost suddenly notice how light he is in my arms. I even stop to look at him when I've made my way down the stairs and walk towards the first cell I see. I've made sure to keep him rather tight and warm in the blanket because I know how cold it can get down here. I know that better than anyone, having gone through hell and back to pay for my failure with Fagan. I still pay for it every day, just now it's not a game against me...it's a game I don't really have a stake in other than my mate's safety.

I wished that I didn't have to be doing this. I have this faint dream that I can just take Maija with me and we can be somewhere safe and sound...and at last, happy. As long as we live in these woods, in this cabin, that will never be the case. Whatever Don wants us to do, we have to do for the sake of our future – for the sake of our unborn child that will arrive in not too many months from now.

I get through the door to the cell and lay the little one carefully down on the rack we call a bed. He's somehow found a rather comfortable position in my arms and the moment I'm about to stand up, leaving him there, it feels as though he's grabbing my arm, not wanting me to go. For a moment I hesitate, but I force his hand to let go. He doesn't want me to, but I have to. He's not a child of mine. I have a love of my own and a child on the way. I have to do whatever it takes for my child.

I make sure the boy is chained, softly so it doesn't bruise before I lock his cell and start making my way up towards our room. It's supposed to be our room, but we only get to share it every now and then. Ten minutes right now is a fortune. It's the only thing that keeps me going even though I know that what I'm doing is wrong. I try to rid myself of those thoughts as much as possible but they always come back.

- Brutus!

I hear from Maija as she immediately runs towards me and I hold my arms around her. I bury my head on her shoulder as I feel the bump growing on her stomach. For a moment, I actually manage to smile. I never knew I would be the type of guy to look forward to this, but when it actually happens and you hardly have anything, it becomes your everything.

- The little one is growing fast in there...

I let out, trying to lighten the mood, but I sense that I'm not managing it for my own part.

- At any point, he or she will start kicking...

Maija answers as she places her head on my chest and I hold around her as tightly as I can.

- I can't wait for that...

I answer as I hear her sigh deeply.

- What kind of life will it have? What kind of life can we provide for our daughter or our son if we're still here? We'll never be a proper family...

She takes a few steps away, turning towards the window before I walk up to her and immediately place her face in my hands.

- We will find a way for our the sake of our child, I promise you that...

- You know, I want more than anything that you'll be able to keep that promise. Our child is the most important thing and he or she has to be as far away from all of this as possible, no matter how hard that is for either of us. This is no place for him or her.

I take a deep breath. I've had those very same thoughts myself ever since I learned that I was going to be a father. It's the hardest decision, giving up a child one has made through the bond of love, but it's the only right thing for as long we're living under Don Black's roof. There is no discussion for it. We are not going to risk our child's safety for our selfish needs. We've both agreed on that.

- I know, Maija. Now that Don has Damian...he might give me some time to wander off in the woods, keep a lookout. I will see if I can find someplace where our child can be...where our child will be safe and loved at the same time.

I let out as I gently rub my thumb up and down on her cheek. Her beautiful green eyes are glistening with tears and I try my best to keep my own at bay. I wipe the tears gently off her cheeks before I lean forward and plant a gentle, soft kiss on her lips.

- One day, it will be you, me and our child...one day. Once our child has been born, we will do what we have to do to keep it safe and once we're free from...once we're free, we will find our son or daughter and get to know him...or her. I promise you that with all of my heart and soul...

We lean our foreheads against each other for a moment. She takes a deep breath as we both remain silent. After a moment, we both hear the penetrating sound of a boy screaming in utter fear. Maija immediately holds tighter around my arms and I pull her closer to my chest after a while.

- Just promise me that is never going to be our child, Brutus...

Her voice is shaky and I feel my body tremble in the same fear. I hear Don's steps come closer. I know where he's headed and I know that our ten minutes are up.

- That will never be our child. Our child is going be far, far away from here...

A/N: Well, yeah, this was my first update in America so some people are waking up to this. Theme-wise, some of you probably want my head on a stick, which is fine, I'm still half a world away before that can even happen. I was somewhat happy with this and I already have ideas for the next chapter. Hold on tight. Looks like there are more than just Blake and Kate fighting for their families...