Chris and Maria were tied down on a chair, brutally beaten.

"Hey, Dad." I said, evilly, spitting the word out.

Both of them looked up in horror. I was so satisfied on seeing that fear in their eyes. I saw Lorenzo leaning against a wall, giving me my time.

"Coming straight to point, who's your boss?" I asked, glaring at them.

"I don't know who you're talking about. I don't remember anything except getting beaten by every person that enters through that door. I don't even know this woman you keep me with." He managed to stutter out.

I looked at him with a surprised expression on my face.
"Stop lying." I gritted.

"I'm not, I swear. Please let me go." He said.

I looked at Lorenzo, who looked equally surprised by how smoothly Chris was lying.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"I don't know." He looked like he wanted nothing more than to curl up in the corner and sob.

I looked at Maria. They both looked strange. There wasn't that look in their eyes that they always had while looking at me. They were looking at me like they were seeing me for the first time.

I looked at their state. Their hands were tied to the arms of their chairs.

Wait! What is that?

I got up and looked closely at his hand.

"Bite your finger." I commanded.

He looked at me weirdly.

I took my dagger out and put it on his neck. I pushed it a little and saw a trail of blood flowing down his neck.

"I said Bite your finger." He quickly struggled to bend forward and bit his finger, lifting it up to help.

"Damnit." I kicked the chair I was sitting on, making it fall down with a loud sound. They flinched.

"Ruined the last fucking clue." I gritted angrily before raising my fist and directing it towards the wall. Before it could hit the wall, I felt my elbow being grabbed.

"Calm down, Angel." Lorenzo's voice was soothing. But it didn't help the anger boiling inside me.

I jerked my arm away and sat on a chair with my head in my hands.

"What happened?" He asked. I didn't lift my head up.

"Look at their hands." I said. Lorenzo got up from the crouching position beside me and went to look at it.

"You see the white powder? Their rings are flipped open. The only possibility is they had this powder in their rings, which they consumed, so they lost their memories."

"Damnit." Lorenzo muttered.
"Let me call Eliza." He said, before getting his phone out and calling her.

"We found some white powder on their hands and they don't remember anything." He said.

"Its a possibility that was a drug." Eliza said from the other side.

"How can they be so loyal?" She exclaimed. "It takes guts to do what they did."

"Its not about loyalty, Eliza. If they told us something, either we would've killed them or their boss would've done that if we let them go. Maybe he promised to help them if they did this. Maybe it causes you to lose all your memory for sometime, rather than losing some memory permanently." I said.

"That maybe the case." She said. I was so frustrated.

"Can I punch Jace, when we get home?" I asked.

"No."
"Of course."

Lorenzo and Eliza said at the same time.

"Eliza." He said, in a warning tone.

"Oh come on, Lorenzo. You're no fun." Eliza whined.

"She's not punching her brother." Lorenzo said with finality in his tone.

"Ugh. Someone tell this boring man to chill." Eliza groaned. I stifled a laugh.

"I dare you to say that to my face." Lorenzo challenged.

"Oh yeah? You stay there. I'm coming. Don't move." She said, in a challenging tone and hung up.

"Let's go." Lorenzo said, shaking his head.

"What about Eliza?" I asked.

"She'll not come here. She's just dramatic." He said, smiling a little while I chuckled.

"What are we gonna do to them?" I asked.

"I'll see." He said, before leading me out, keeping his hand on my shoulder to calm me down.

We reached home and I was immediately engulfed in a hug.

"I missed you." Grayson said, setting me on the kitchen counter.

"I was gone for like, three hours." I said, rolling my eyes. He just smiled sheepishly.

"I'm home." A deep voice shouted.

Ashton?

"In the kitchen." Roman yelled.

"Hey." He said, walking in. I glared at him.

"You seemed to be quite enjoying the show yesterday." I said, cracking my knuckles.

He smirked. I lunged at him, but he easily caught my arms.

"Aww, Little one. Aren't you adorable?" He exclaimed.

I just huffed and struggled to get out of his grip.

"Let go of me, ugly monkey." I said, making his smirk turn into a big smile.

"Its been a while since I heard that." He said, before releasing his grip.

"I'm not talking to you." I said, crossing my arms and going to sit on the counter again. Before I could do so, Ashton grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the kitchen.

"Don't do this. I may kidnap you and never let you meet anyone else. Then you'll have to talk to me." He said, smirking a little.

I rolled my eyes.
"Go back to your home, Garcia."

"Last time I checked you wanted to be a Garcia too." He smirked at me. Cheeky Bastard.

"What?" I asked, with wide eyes.

"Remember you used to tell Damon how you wanted him to adopt you, so you'd be Ava Damon Garcia." He chuckled and I started laughing too.

"Yeah. Damon thought that'd make people think, he's my father." I chuckled.

"Wait! Why am I even talking to you? Get out." I said, when I suddenly realised. I started walking off. Before I could take my third step, I was grabbed and pinned against the wall. Ashton kept his hands on my both sides.

My heart raced and I felt butterflies dancing in my stomach. I could feel his breath on my face.

Disgusting bitch.

I punched him in the stomach. He groaned and I pushed him out of my way.

"Its not a drama, Ashton. The girl is not going to stay and listen to you if you do that." I smirked at him. He glared at me.

"You shouldn't have punched me." He said. I directed another punch to his jaw, but he caught my wrist. I swung my leg, to kick him. He caught that in his other hand.

I swung my other leg to his stomach, putting all my weight on the leg and hand he had in his grip. He couldn't stop it.

"Haha. Take that, Loser." I laughed at him and ran to the kitchen. I sat down beside Roman and watched Ashton enter the kitchen. He sat down.

Lorenzo entered just a minute later, looking at me and Ashton weirdly, as we were glaring at each other.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Nothing." We said at the same time.

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"What?" I asked into the phone. "Its midnight." I groaned and turned over. Lorenzo is still at work and I was sleeping in his room, when my phone rang.

Silence.

I opened my eyes and looked at the screen.

"Daniel?" I said. "What happened? Why are you calling this late? Are you okay?"

I started panicking.

"Hello?" I asked again.

I heard a sob.

"Oh god. Daniel, what happened? Should I come over?" I asked, panicked.

Sitting up straight, I was about to rip the covers off of me when he said,
"No. Can-Can I come over?" He stuttered. He was sobbing and sniffling which made it hard to speak.

"Of course. I'll call David and tell him to pick you up." I said.

"No, I'll come by myself." He said.

"Shut up and stay there. Wait for David." I said sternly and hung up.

After about fifteen minutes, I heard the front door open. I stopped pacing around in the hallway and ran to the door. Daniel entered, with an emotionless face. There was no sign he cried. Probably because he had to meet David.

He saw me and his eyes filled with tears. I rushed towards him and hugged him tight. He started crying into my shoulder.

"Hey, what happened?" I asked, after he calmed down a bit.

I took him to Lorenzo's room.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Its her birthday." He whispered and his eyes filled with tears again.

"Hey, don't cry. Its your birthday too." I said. He shook his head.

"Its just a day that reminds me of her." He whispered and stared at the ceiling.

His bloodshot eyes and tear streaked face made it hard for me to control my anger.

Whoever killed her and made Daniel sad is gonna die as soon as I get my hands on them.

"Remember I told you why I wanted to be your friend?" He asked.

"Because I was going through the same thing as you?" I said.

"I see Diana in you." He said, closing his eyes and letting the tears fall from the side of his eyes. "I get this urge to protect you and care for you."

I smiled at him and wiped the tears away.