Gladys hated tuna fish. Since she had been taken, her captor fed her tuna and apples for every meal. She hated it and told him so but he didn't seem to care. She was alone in a room that she guessed was upstairs because the window to her right didn't have a first-story view.

She tried moving her limbs against the ropes that held her captive but as usual, they didn't budge.

Her captor had left an hour ago. He came and went as he pleased. Each time he checked on her, he asked her about Roberto and Jax as though he were pumping her for information. He even asked her about Tristan.

She never gave him any information that he wanted which irritated him. Gladys figured that's why he continued to feed her tuna and apples. She hated both.

She thought of their last conversation.

"So your brother is a detective? You married a detective too. You think that's a coincidence?" he had asked her.

"That's none of your business," Gladys had told him.

"Why not? I have your life in my hands. Don't you get that? Or are you waiting for your precious husband to save you?"

"Roberto will save me," Gladys said firmly.

"Perhaps."

Gladys looked away. The smell of tuna fish was making her feel nauseous.

"Does your brother know you're pregnant?"

His question was answered with silence.

"Do you think he even cares about you? What am I saying? Of course he doesn't care about you. He probably doesn't give two craps about you. You think he even knows that you're missing?"

"Shut up! You don't know what you're talking about," Gladys seethed. "Tristan loves me! He's probably with Roberto right now looking for me. If I were you, I'd watch your back because when they find you, they're going to tear you apart."

He threw his head back and laughed, holding his stomach, "Do you really believe that?"

"The bonds between siblings are strong. Don't you know that?"

"You really believe that? Do you believe in Santa Clause too? What about the Tooth Fairy?" Her captor snorted. "I have a brother. He's one of those perfect men type. A hero-type."

"The opposite of you?" Gladys muttered.

"Yes and no. On the outside he seems perfect. To strangers, he seems like a good guy. The kind of guy that would save a kitten stuck in a tree or help a little old lady cross the street."

"You sound jealous."

"Do I?" he asked. "I'm not. You see...he has to hide it. I don't."

"Hide what?" Gladys asked before she could stop herself.

"His dark side. We all have one. My dear brother has a secret. A secret only I know. He may act like he's a righteous man but he's not. Deep down he's done something that's probably eating at him. Now that I think about it...I'm actually stronger than him."

"How so?"

"Don't you get it? I've embraced my dark side. I own it. If I didn't, it would become a burden that slowly ate at me. Unlike me, my brother tries to hide his darkness and that will eventually be his downfall."

"You're wrong," Gladys whispered.

"How so?"

"You said embracing the darkness is freeing but that's what makes it so easy to do. Your brother chose a more difficult path. Despite stepping into that darkness you've mentioned, he's fighting the temptation to live there like you do. In case you've never read a comic before, that's exactly what makes him hero material. Between the two of you, you're the weak one. Not him."

CJ laughed, "I'm the weak one? Now that is funny. My poor brother doesn't know the truth of what's going on. It's why he avoids me."

"Avoids you?"

"Yes, I probably scare him because he knows I'm his downfall and his savior."

"You're deluding yourself, aren't you? You can make up whatever reasons you want, but when we finally get down to the root of things, you're just a murderer," Gladys said. "It's because you like it. Don't blame someone else for your actions."

"No, if I murder, it's to teach my perfect brother a lesson. He's so perfect he thinks he's untouchable. I have to remind him he's not."

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Dolores awoke to the sound of a sports announcer on TV discussing a fumble for a random college football game. She cracked open an eye to see two men in suits facing a television set.

"Have I died and gone to Heaven?" Dolores whispered as she took in their well-built physiques.

One of the men heard her and turned around, "Mrs. Greene, you're awake."

"Among other things," Dolores groaned. "What happened and where am I? Don't get me wrong, I don't mind waking up to two gorgeous men...but the last thing I remember was someone breaking into my house."

"Right, I'm Detective Carlton and this is my partner Detective Andrews. We're here to watch over you for the time being. We're at St. Benedict's Hospital. You took a nasty fall."

"Why?" Dolores asked.

"Why did you take a fall?" Detective Andrews asked.

"No, why are you watching over me because I took a nasty fall? How did you two even know I fell?"

Both men looked at one another before Detective Carlton answered.

"Someone reported a burglar in your home. Officers on the scene found you."

"And?" Dolores waited for a more in depth explanation.

"And what?" Detective Andrews wasn't following.

"And why would that be reason for me to have two detectives watching over me? I love handsome men but I don't trust them...so tell me the truth. What's going on?"

Detective Carlton cleared his throat, "I was hoping not to tell you just yet but since you're so adamant, I'll tell you the truth. There's reason to believe that the local gang Los Lobos Locos was involved."

"So a gang member broke into my home? I don't have too much to steal," Dolores admitted.

"Right, well the thing is...we think that for some unknown reason, they're targeting you."

Dolores felt a little lightheaded, "Me? Why? Did I serve them some cold pancakes or something?"

"This isn't a joke," Detective Andrews said.

"No, no it's not," Dolores said softly. "So what happens now?"

"We're hoping to eliminate the threat," Detective Carlton answered. "Until then, you're stuck with us."

"Don't worry," Detective Andrews chimed in. "This shouldn't be more than a few days or so."

Dolores nodded, "What will my friends think? My co-workers?"

"For now, they're not to know," Detective Carlton answered.

"What? Why not?"

"Just trust us. If Los Lobos Locos are after you, more than likely someone close to you is affiliated with them in some way."

"Impossible," Dolores couldn't believe him. "No one would want to hurt me. No one."

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Oliver stared at his phone debating whether or not he should call Dani.

"No," he whispered to himself in his dimly lit office. "I mustn't tell her. She's finally happy. I can't do this to her."

He looked once more at the last text message he had received.

You have to help me. You owe me.

With shaking hands, Oliver pressed the button to delete the text. He'd protect Dani from anything and anyone.

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"Are you sure she's okay?" Dani asked Jax. She was shaking even though she was sitting down.

"She's fine. We have her and she's safe."

"Why? Why would anyone do this?" Dani could feel Jax's arms around her.

"We're going to figure this out. I promise," he whispered against her temple before kissing it.

"When is this going to end? First the Maestro and then all the Majestic Waters crap. Now this? When is it going to end?"

Jax wished he had an answer for her but he didn't.

"I'm sorry Dani. I wish I knew what was going on. I think the Crazy Wolves are coming after people Roberto must be close to."

"Why Roberto? What did he do?" Dani asked.

Jax didn't want to admit to Dani that it could be him that they were targeting rather than Roberto. He didn't want to worry her.

"Who knows?"

"I'm scared," Dani admitted. "Dolores could've been seriously hurt."

"She's fine," Jax repeated. "She's got two detectives looking out for her until they figure out who wanted her hurt."

"Tell me again how you found this out?"

"Well there's a female officer that told Roberto what she overheard and apparently he threatened one of the gang unit's detectives. We're going to meet him at King's Diner."

"I need to tell Oliver."

"Dani, we can't tell anyone. Technically, we aren't supposed to know either."

Dani couldn't help it as she began to cry, "Jax, she's like a mother to me. If I lose her-"

"I know," Jax whispered, hugging Dani. "She's fine, Dani. Damn, I wish there was something else I could do for you."

"Just hold me for a minute, Jax. Then we can meet Roberto."

"Anytime, Panda Eyes. Anytime."

Dani didn't answer him but she knew something was wrong. Dolores going missing couldn't have to do with Roberto. It made no sense. Dread filled her. Was seeing death just a warning or a prophecy?

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It was late in the day as Chencho leaned against the building of the abandoned warehouse that was considered the main hang out for Los Lobos Locos. He stomped out the cigarette he just finished smoking before turning to see CJ staring at him from across the street.

CJ waved his arm, flashing his wolf tattoo. Chencho ignored the gang's new leader and made a point of spitting the ground to his right. He didn't look up to check, but he could've sworn he heard CJ laughing.

He entered the building to see other members of the gang standing in a semi-circle as though they were waiting for him.

"What are y'all doing?" Chencho asked.

No one answered him. Instead they stared past him as though they were waiting on someone.

"I asked you a question!" Chencho shouted.

"What's the matter, Chencho? Having a bad day?" CJ asked from behind.

Chencho turned around to see CJ holding a small knife in his hand. He was grinning.

"I did what you asked," Chencho said.

"That's good. Very good," CJ held up his knife, caressing Chencho's cheek.

Chencho didn't flinch. His hands tightened into fists as he tried to remain calm.

"Do you know what I hate the most?" CJ asked. "I mean, besides people that steal my money? Oh and burnt cookies. I hate burnt cookies." CJ looked at the other gang members, "Do you all like burnt cookies?"

A few of the wolves looked at one another in confusion. A hefty member everyone called Fatty spoke up, "I hate burnt cookies!"

CJ snorted, "I bet you eat them anyway."

"What's going on?" Chencho asked, his fists at his side.

"You're sweating," CJ said lightly as his knife touched Chencho's forehead. "Is there something you're worried about?"

Chencho's jaw visibly clenched.

"You're not going to say? For someone who has a name that reminds me of Cheetohs, you sure do act tough," CJ said. His smile quickly turned into a frown as he continued, "As I was saying, there's something I hate more than anything else. Can anyone guess what that is?"

No one answered.

"Nobody? Well, I hate thieves. I hate liars. Most of all...I hate cops."

A murmuring filled the warehouse as the other gang members discussed CJ's last statement.

"Are you saying one of us is a pig?" someone shouted.

"I don't know. Am I?" CJ was staring into Chencho's eyes.

"If you're accusing me of something, just say it. Stop playing these damned games," Chencho muttered.

"Hector!" CJ called. "Didn't we get a new shipment in this morning?"

"Yeah!" Hector answered.

"Bring me some right now," CJ said loudly.

Moments later, Hector brought forth a bag of the white powder that CJ had requested.

"This is going to be sold this afternoon," CJ explained to Chencho. "It should be tested, don't you think?"

Chencho shook his head, "We were always told not to taste the merchandise."

"Well I'm telling you different. We need to taste it to make sure it's good enough for our clients."

"It's not smart to start dipping into the profits," Chencho argued.

"What's the matter Chencho? Any one of them would gladly try it," CJ said pointing to the other gang members.

"I'm not just anyone," Chencho reminded him. "I'm second in command."

"No, you're not just anyone," CJ said low enough so that the other members didn't hear him. "You're second in command and I'm first. Now, take a hit. That's an order."

Chencho bit his bottom lip as though deciding what he should do. He looked into the mocking eyes of CJ and the decision was made. He took the small bag.

After watching Chencho snort a line of the Cocaine, CJ leaned forward and whispered into Chencho's ear, "I hope you know that was just recorded. How long do you think you stay a cop if you're an addict?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Chencho tried moving away from CJ who had placed both of his hands around Chencho's face, holding him in place.

"In case you didn't know it, life is made of choices and consequences. There's no going back now. I'll make sure you stay on our side. My side. The dark side. Let me be the first to greet you. Welcome to Hell."