Trigger Warning: Violence, panic attacks and emotional breakdown ahead.

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I woke up on hearing loud banging and yelling.

I groaned and sat up, stretching a little, feeling like hulk just punched me to neptune and then he rolled over me, smashing me under him. Then I stuck to the ground like a sticker and someone had to scrape me off.

I looked at the clock.

10:00 AM?

I slept for about 15 hours?

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I yawned. I still felt exhausted, so I laid back down. The loud noises weren't stopping.

My head snapped up.

Fuck.

Those were gunshots.

They are here.

Quickly, pulling my dagger out of my shoe, I walked out, cautiously.

As I descended down the stairs, I clutched my dagger tighter. The whole house was a mess. Everything broken and pieces wood and glass scattered everywhere.

I winced at every movement, my body was still hurting.

Wonder where Jenny is, most likely locked somewhere, otherwise she would have come to meet me.

"No use hiding now, Brown. You're surrounded by our men and your men are already killed." Mason yelled standing in the doorway of the living room.

I froze in my spot.
So they didn't get Ryan yet.

I saw four of Ryan's men enter through the front door.

Then I saw a very hot scene. Ashton walked hurriedly though the hall, shooting each one of them in between their eyes, while he kept walking, in their direction.

You know, walking with arm outstretched, while shooting. I may faint.

Focus Amelia. Focus.

I heard gunshots again, as my eyes flicked to the living room again. A man was shooting, towards Mason while taking cover behind a turned over couch.

Ryan was hiding behind another and trying to shoot, without getting noticed. His gun was aimed at Roman, who was busy handling more men, who rushed inside.

Fuck no.

My eyes landed on my dagger. I raised my arm and aimed it towards Ryan. I threw it with all the force I had.

The dagger dug into his arm, making him drop the gun and yell in pain. From the looks of it, he was definitely shot in the limbs.

Roman and Mason finished their opponents and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Immediately, their gazes landed on the dagger and they looked around, before their eyes landed on me.

Instead of filling with tears, their eyes filled with anger. The anger I had never seen before.

I stepped down as the sounds stopped. Some of our men, pulled Ryan forward. All of my brothers were in the living room now, except Lorenzo.

Lorenzo appeared, walking out of the kitchen, his shirt sleeves folded up to his elbows and blood splattered all over him. His sharp gaze, piercing and ice cold, as he strode towards the living room, without looking anywhere except the living room door. His gun clutched in one hand and a big dagger in his other.

All in his mafia don glory.

I gulped. I haven't seen any of them like this before. Lorenzo is too scary like this.

I walked forward, towards the living room, where I could see all of my brothers standing, scattered around the room, with Ryan kneeling on the floor before them.

"Hmm. Well hello, business partner." Lorenzo said, in a cold but mocking tone.

I entered the living room, as our men put an armchair before Ryan, for the Capo to sit.

Lorenzo sat down, with his legs crossed, his ankle on his other knee and his elbows on the arms of the sofa, flicking his gun and dagger in both hands.

Like a king.

"What do you have to say for yourself, Ryan Brown?" Lorenzo said, looking down at the kneeling bitch, while Ryan looked up at him, unable to maintain eye contact.

All of us stood silently as Lorenzo, tried not to lash out on Ryan.

"Look. We can talk this out. I'm your friend. We've been partners for so long." Ryan said, almost begging.

Is this psychotic bitch for real right now?

Lorenzo clicked his tongue.
"You really think you can talk this out? Before being my friend, you're a kidnapper and the man who broke my family."

"Please, Lorenzo.." He was cut off.

Damon shot him in the knee, causing Ryan to yell in pain and fall to the ground. The guards, immediately pulled him up into a kneeling position, again. No one even flinched at the shot.

"That's Capo for you." Damon stated plainly.

"And look who is at a Costello's feet?" I said, before even thinking.

Their heads snapped towards me. Lorenzo looked at me and his already dark expressions, darkened.

I tried hard not to flinch at the look on his face.
I saw every one of them, shaking with rage.

"Uhhh.. Calm down?" I said, cautiously, not knowing what to do.

"We don't want scum blood on you, otherwise we would've hugged you to death." Damon said. I smiled at him.

"Who did this?" Lorenzo asked. The question was for Ryan, who visibly shook and gulped.

"It was me." He admitted. Not that everyone knew already.

The next thing I knew, he was thrown like a ragdoll across the room, colliding with the wall. My eyes widened. Lorenzo stalked towards him and pulled him up by his collar.

"You laid your hands on my sister?" He growled. Ryan was shaking, but he nodded.

The next second he was found on the opposite side of the room, after being thrown like a ragdoll again.

"I'm sorry, Capo. I won't do it again, please." He stuttered in his shaky voice, as Lorenzo stalked towards him again.

This is so satisfying.

"I know you won't." Lorenzo said, gaining his composure and sitting down again after pushing him harshly towards the men, who made him kneel before Lorenzo again.

Lorenzo loaded his gun, and put it at his head. Just as he was about to pull the trigger and shoot Ryan between his eyes, we made eye contact.

Something flashed through his eyes. He motioned me to come forward, which I did, understanding what he wants.

I moved forward getting the gun from his hands and putting it to Ryan's forehead, between his eyes.

Ryan opened his eyes, which were clenched shut. His eyes widened  slightly, on seeing me before him.

"You fucking ruined my life, Bitch." I gritted. All I could see was anger and the determination to stop his heart from beating.

Suddenly, Ryan's eyes gleamed with something as he looked me up and down, licking his lips, like savoring something for the last time.

Looks like someone has come to terms with their death.

"Don't I get a last wish, Capo?" He asked, looking around me towards Lorenzo, who was sitting behind me.

"YOU WHAT?" Roman yelled.

"Can I have some fun with your dear sister?" He chuckled loudly and darkly, the sound echoing through the whole house.

I just stared at him, emotionlessly. I will turn this lustful look into a fearful one.

He yelled in pain as a dagger flew by the side of my arm and dug into his shoulder blade. Lorenzo's dagger.

I looked back at Lorenzo with wide eyes, who kept his glare at the groaning bitch, on the ground.

He was pulled into a kneeling position. Again.

"I'm going to break you Ryan Brown." I said, mocking him and putting pressure on Lorenzo's dagger, so it dug deeper. He yelled out, trying to get away from my hand.

I pushed the gun in his head while keeping my hand on the dagger, as he looked at me, his face scrunched up in pain.

Some seconds passed and the determination to kill him vanished. I lowered my gun as a smirk made its way on Ryan's lips.

"What happened?" Ashton asked.

"I can't kill him. It'd be an easy death." I said, as the smirk on Ryan's face vanished. It was my turn to smirk now.

"To the warehouse." I ordered, in my business tone. The men looked at Lorenzo once, before bowing a little. They stepped back and forced Ryan to stand up.

"Wait- No. Please Ava." Ryan said, in a pleading tone, as he stood up and was about to be dragged away.

"You're not really good enough to talk to the princess." Ashton said, putting force on the wound on his shoulder. Ryan cried out in pain.

"That's Miss Costello to you." Ashton smirked, as he increased the pressure and Ryan yelled in pain.

"Please." He begged, finally looking helpless and started spilling tears.

"You didn't hear my wife's pleas or my daughter's cries, did you?" We heard a deep voice.

I turned my head to see Dad, standing in the doorway, with Uncle Robert.

Ryan looked at his Dad.
"Dad. Save me." He choked out.

"I'm sorry, son. But I won't interfere in your business. You bought this upon yourself." He said, looking like he was holding back his tears.

I kinda felt bad for him.

"The grounds are clear." Daniel said, entering behind Dad, along with Jace and Grayson. "All of his men are killed. We can go now." He said, looking at me and shooting me a charming smile. But his hands twitched when he looked properly.

Meanwhile, Ryan was being dragged out of the house.

I took a deep breath. Finally.

"Do I get to burn this place?" Jace asked, looking at Lorenzo for permission.

Please do.

We walked out the living room as I suddenly remembered.

"Wait!" I said and turned around, running upstairs. The brothers, just looked back at me, confused.

I knocked on Jenny's room door.
"Jenny? Are you in there?" I asked, softly.

"Are they gone?" She asked. Her voice sounded like she'd been crying.

"Yeah." I said. "Come on. Open the door." I said, softly.

"He locked me in." She said, sniffling a bit.

"Okay. Step back." I said.

I pushed at the door again and again, until it finally opened.

Jenny came out, looking scared, her face tear streaked. She gasped as soon as she looked at me.

"I'm so sorry." She said, hugging me like I'd break any moment. "I'm so sorry, you had to go through that. It's my fault. He locked me in, after that. I couldn't even come to.."

I cut her off.
"Hey, ssh. I'm okay. I'm tougher than that." I rubbed her back.

"Let's go. Ryan's dead. I mean soon-to-be dead. My brothers are here." I muttered, pulling away and taking her hand, leading her downstairs.

"What's taking so long, baby?" Roman yelled, a little panicked. But we were already there, in his range of vision, when he completed that sentence.

I felt Jenny hide behind me, intimidated and nervous.

I stepped down as the brothers looked at me, with confusion. They tried looking at who was with me, but couldn't.

"Guys, this is Jenny, my friend." I said, before stepping aside and pulling her forward, to stand beside me.

I heard a gasp. Jenny was looking down, but peeked up at the source.

It was Daniel.

"Daniel?"

"Diana?"

What? How?

"Wh-what?" Daniel whispered, tears gathering in his eyes. As soon as I saw tears in his eyes and heard Diana's name, my eyes filled with tears too.

They stared at each other for a long time. Jenny's eyes were wide and her jaw touched the floor, eyes flooded with tears. They looked like they just saw a ghost.

Daniel broke the eye contact first, because he collapsed to the ground. His knees on the floor, his elbows on his knees and his hands to his eyes, as he cried into them. Daniel was full-on sobbing and everyone was shocked to see him like this.

"Daniel!" I exclaimed rushing to his side. I wrapped my arms around him and put his head on my shoulder, trying to calm him down. "What happened?" I asked, softly.

Jenny just stood there, staring at Daniel, tears flowing down her cheeks continuously.

"This is a dream." I heard Daniel mutter, shaking his head. His eyes were closed and his face was covered with tears and sweat. He was panting, as he muttered, "She's out, John."

"Fuck. Daniel, snap out of it."

Somehow, I knew, Diana's memories were swirling before his eyes.

"No. No. She can't be out there alone at night. She left me, Amy. They took her away." He muttered, not opening his eyes, clearly having a panic attack.

"Daniel." I shook him violently. "I said, snap out of it."

Daniel, finally, looked at me with his bloodshot eyes.
"Don't think about it, Daniel. Think about when we pranked the boss. Take deep breaths." I said, he closed his eyes, laying his head on my shoulder and took deep breaths, but it wasn't working. He couldn't calm down.

At that moment, Jenny's legs decided to give up and she sank to the floor too, sobbing and trembling.

"Jenny!" I exclaimed, jerking forward to take her hand in mine.

What the actual fuck is happening?

Everyone was standing silently, wondering what was happening and not knowing what to do.

I took a hold of Daniel's hand in one and reached out for Jenny's hand with the other. I was now sitting between them, close to Daniel. Jenny's hand slipped into mine.

That's when I felt a bond form. Like something suddenly snapped within both of them, as they stared at each other.

"Bubba?" Jenny said suddenly, making me snap my gaze towards her. Daniel looked at her, with a disbelieving look. He didn't look away from her and kept spilling tears.

Jenny stretched her other hand forward towards Daniel, to touch him. It seemed like she was finding it hard to move.

What the actual hell is happening? This can't be what I think it is.

"This can't be possible." Daniel said, extending his arm, to hold her small hand in his comparatively bigger one.

"I can't believe this." Daniel said. His voice cracked.

Jenny was still sobbing as she crawled forward towards Daniel. She came closer and closer and finally stopped, after crawling into his lap.

I released their hands and backed away a little, tears streaming down my face.

That's Diana? But she's Jenny? Diana's dead? Jenny brother's dead?

Huh?

"Fucking Ryan Brown." I cursed as my dumb ass finally, pieced two and two together. Daniel and Diana were clutching onto each other tightly, with her on his lap, his shirt in her fists, both sobbing uncontrollably.

"What is happening?" Lorenzo asked, looking at them sadly, but restraining himself to give them space and understand the situation better.

"Daniel told me he had a twin, Diana who was killed and he was just given her photo. Her death wasn't in any records, like she was erased from everywhere. Then Jenny told me Ryan and his men killed her brother and kidnapped her. Now I got to know that, Jenny is Diana and everything was a set up." I said, explaining everything in brief.

That means the photos were fake.

"Fucking bitch, ruined so many lives." I said, getting up abruptly and running out. I sped towards the driveway.

The determination to kill that bitch, came back.

The men were about to throw Ryan in a car, that just arrived with the security.

"Stop." I said, walking towards them at a fast pace and loading Lorenzo's gun in the process.

The men turned to look at me with fear.
They made Ryan kneel immediately and made him bow his head.

"Fucking bitch. Why Daniel?" I asked, kicking him in the stomach, hard.

"What?" He choked out.

"Why did you kidnap Jenny?" I asked. I swear I could feel the fire in my eyes myself.

"Oh that?" That psycho smirked. "I just liked the girl, and she just had a brother for a family. Easy. I made them both believe that the other died, so they don't go looking for each other."

I clenched and unclenched my jaw, looking at him for a long time, before taking a deep breath.

"You know what? You're going to regret, I changed my decision of killing you. Twice. Enjoy being tortured and begging for us to kill you." I spat in his face, making his eyes go wide and a little fear to appear in them.

With a final punch on his nose, breaking it, I turned around only to find, everyone standing there, except Daniel, Jenny, Roman, Grayson and Mason.

"Dad." I heard Ryan chuckle darkly. "You shook hands with the enemy. I didn't ever imagine you breaking your promise to your dear lovely wife. Didn't she ask you to keep me happy and help me have everything I want? Shows how much you love me." He said, before spitting on the ground, making a red patch from the blood he spat.

"YOU made them YOUR enemies. And I promise you son, your mom would have been very happy, if she was here. She couldn't have lived after knowing her son was a rapist." The older man gritted, looking like he'd collapse any moment.

"Bye son." He said, before turning to my Dad and brothers. "I'll meet you Costellos sometime, in a better situation." He said, turning around and walking to his car.

"Let's go, angel." Lorenzo said, ushering me to move.

"Daniel." I said simply and started moving back inside the mansion.

I moved in to see, three of my brothers, comforting the crying pair. I wrapped my arms around both of them.

"I'm so happy for you two. But we need to go home now." I said, kissing their heads. Diana didn't even raise her head and kept crying into Daniel's chest, who had his head buried in her hair.

Can't blame them. They were kept away for so long with no hope of meeting each other. They thought the other was dead for four years.

"I don't wanna wake up." Daniel muttered, between his sobs, still thinking its a dream.

I waited for a moment. Daniel finally raised his head and looked at me.

"Thanks Amy." He said, in a rough voice. His throat was sore.

"Hey. No need to thank me. It was her who took care of me." I said, rubbing their backs.

"Let's go now." I ushered, getting up.

Daniel stood up, with Diana in his arms, still clutched onto him like a baby. I smiled and walked beside him out of the mansion.

He sat down in the car as I followed too. Everyone took their cars and we started driving back home.

Lorenzo was sitting in the front in our car.

I watched Diana finally raise her head up and put it on his shoulder. She shot me a smile. Daniel extended his arm and pulled me to him, in a side hug. He made me put my head on his other shoulder and kissed my forehead.

"I'm so happy." He mumbled, tightening his hold, on both of us. Diana and I hugged him tight.

"We're happy too." Diana said, looking relieved and happy. Genuinely happy. For the first time since I met her.

"But how did I not recognize you?" I said, guiltily.

"Not your fault. The photo didn't show her face properly. Beside, she's gone through adolescence and a major glow up." Daniel reassured.

"But I need to teach her many things." I winked at Jenny. She's too sweet and Innocent. Even more than Charlotte.

"Sure." She said.

"What happened to your cheek?" Daniel asked suddenly. Both of us tensed up.

"Leave it in the past." She muttered, snuggling into him, hiding her face. Daniel looked at me with the 'you have a lot of explaining to do' look. I gulped.

"You're going to tell me everything that happened to you and Diana." He muttered. I nodded.

Or he's gonna force it out of me anyway. He's too serious when it comes to someone not treating me right. Well, now its us. And I can't be happier.

"What happened to your hair?" She asked, running her fingers through his hair.

"Actually we had to paint an office, so as colleagues, I was working with him, then the painting brush broke, so we had to use Daniel as the brush. The green color hasn't faded off yet." I said, rubbing my chin and looking at them