Are you guys ready for this chapter? Because I'm certainly not ready to write it but here I am lol.

Also I'm trying to put songs that relate to what the chapter feels like in each one so I recommend playing it while reading :)

Also long chapter, my apologies.

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Liams POV

"Get cover! Liam and Junior cover us while we patch up Leo." James yells and I do as he says. Oh god they are everywhere, it's a full on fucking war.

Men on either side shooting, bodies falling.

We had just got home, something jammed our phones and when we got to the location nothing was there.

We knew something was wrong and by the note left there we were right.

We speeded home, calling a bunch of our men to come with us and meet us at the house. Once we got there we saw our body guards laying dead everywhere. We rushed to get in through the back but then we found Leo and he isn't in good condition.

Somebody stabbed him in the abdomen and he was laying on the grass.

He is still awake and alive, my brother has always been a tough one.

But men started surrounding us, everywhere I could see.

Our men got here just In time. They started shooting out, our side having the advantage and more cover.

My brothers and I dragged Leo to cover and Oliver brings a first aid kit.

"Hey Leo, stay awake man, I can't lose you." Oliver shouts tapping Leo on the cheek.

Leo looks out of it. But he says something.

"Get Kim. Find her, they took her." He says groggily and I grow angrier by the second.

Heat rushes up my body and I just want to fucking kill every last one of them fools, starting with that Damon brother of hers.

But I can't. As much as I hate to say it, it's her step brother, and he was there when we weren't. She has to be the one to make the decision-

As much as we fucking hate it.

I grab another pistol out of my side pocket and start shooting with two. Shooting two guys in the head.

James is on a call with someone and I can't help but hear in.

"I don't give a fuck on what is difficult or not, make it happen. If they harm her, they'll wish they were dead." He seethes into the phone.

He hangs up and looks up at me. "We'll find her, no matter what." He assures us and we nod.

And I believe it.

"Shoot the motherfuckers." Oliver adds and we all nod.

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Kim's POV

Pain radiates in my head.

It's cold. Really cold.

I slowly pry my eyes open and look around. My eyes burn, my body aches, I'm exhausted, and I'm scared.

Where am I?

It's small in here. Nothing really to see, I'm in a small black room.

The only view to be seen is the small window showing the bright sun outside.

Even though there is nothing in this room, it scares me even more than if something was.

One of my fears, being alone.

My stomach growls and I look down. Finally taking in what I look like.

My clothes are all dirty, my knees are scratched up, my arms sore. This reminds me of before, when Joe would hurt me.

It reminds me of what I saw when I looked in the mirror. How I felt when I saw myself like this. It's crazy how back then, I thought it was normal to look like this. That I deserved to look like it but I didn't.

I don't.

I was weak, but not anymore. I won't let someone take advantage of me again.

I push myself up, and I instantly feel throbbing in my head and pain from my legs. I feel like I'm having a hangover. I think this is what it would feel like to have one.

I slowly and cautiously walk up to the door and see if I can open it or escape somehow.

But nothing. I can't escape through the window, it's covered in metal bars.

Oh brothers where are you?

I walk back to the back wall and slide down it, sitting down.

My mind swirls in thoughts and emotions. And it hits me, it finally hits me what's happening.

I feel water fall to my hands and I know I'm crying. But I can't do anything.

And that picture. I remember what happened.

He broke my favorite picture of my dad and I and I can't replace it. And thats what breaks my heart the most.

I look around once more, and then I hear the sound of a train passing by.

I'm taking mental notes of anything I hear, smell, and see so it can help me identify the place when I escape.

Yes I said when because I know I'll make it out of here. I cant stay here.

I hear two loud knocks on the door and I lift my head up, putting my knees up and my arms wrapping around.

The door opens and it's...

Damon.

My mouth falls open and I'm in shock.

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Damon

20 years old
Step brother of Kim
Sweet to her but no one else. Wants Revenge. Cruel and unjust, and will just about do anything he wants.

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He l-looks different. He is dressed in a black, black jacket with a tight turtle neck, and black ripped jeans. He is taller and bigger than before. He grew, a lot. He also has tattoos all down his left arm.

It's like I don't even recognize him. And I don't feel comfortable around him now. It's like two strangers in the room.

"Kimmy." He says, slowly taking a little steps towards me. I shake my head and he stops. Standing a few feet away from me.

"Kimmy, are you alright-"

"Are you really asking me if I'm alright? I don't know Damon, do I look great? Until yesterday I didn't even know you were alive and now I'm freaking kidnapped and put in a room with one tiny window and my family is missing too, so no, I'm not okay."

"I am just making sure you are okay..."

"How considerate of you." I remark and he looks frustrated. Sorry this didn't work out the way you had hoped dimwit.

"I've missed you. It's been so long, I've almost forgot your amazing laugh." He smiles while kneeling down to my level.

I roll my eyes and stare daggers at him. "Then you shouldn't have left in the first place."

He lets out a long and heavy sigh, standing up and leaning against the wall. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. Smoking it.

He never smoked.

"There's a reason for all of this Kim, you just have to trust me-"

"How can I trust you?!" I yell at him. I can barely keep my anger in right now. "I'm so lost. You left me, you faked your own death, you have something against my dad, and you took me away. You've caused so many issues. This was supposed to be on my terms!"

He throws his cigarette on the ground and stomps on it, putting out the fire. He walks towards me and kneels down in front of my face. He puts a hand on my face, aligning it with his cold stare.

"You wanna know why? You wanna know why I faked my death, why I'm doing all this? Then I'll tell you." He lets go and walks towards the wall to lean on it again.

I swallow what I've been holding in my mouth for a while and I take deep breaths.

"Years ago... When I was younger. It was a take your child to work day. I'll never forget it...

"Mommy!" I beam at momma and she smiles while she looks at me running towards her. She lifts me up and squeezes me tightly.

I giggle, "momma, I can't bweathe!"

"Whoops, sorry mon, mommy doesn't know her own strength." She tells me pinching me on the cheek.

She grabs my hand and leads me to her office, closing the door behind us.

"Well, sweetie what do you think of my office? It could be our second home! We could even invite Mr. Snuffles here." She grins and I squeal excitedly.

"Yes mommy! It's so pwetty! Will daddy be hwere too?"

She looks at me sad. Did I say something wrong?

"Honey, daddy is just a little busy, but hey how about we get some ice-cream later and we'll bring him some?"

"Wes yes yes!" I say and she laughs.

"Mon, why don't you go get mommy some water. I have something very important to do."

"Okay mommy. Don't gwo anywhere! I'll be rwight back." I tell her and she nods her head.

I skip out and walk around the place until I spot a water machine.

I grab a little plastic cup and fill it to the rim with cold water.

"Mommy will be so happwy..." I whisper to myself as I slowly carry the water back to mommy.

I put the cup down for a second and open the door. I see mom with her head on the desk face down and I grab the cup of water to go to her.

I put the cup down on the dresser and I pat her head.

"Hwere mommy, I made sure it was Rweally cold, just how you lwike it." I whisper to her tapping her head a couple times.

She doesn't move and she doesn't get up.

I tap her a couple more times and nothing.

I walk outside and try to find someone to help wake up mommy. I see a guy and I walk up to him tugging on his shirt. He turns around in confusion until he looks down and sees me, smiling.

"Well what can I do for you young man?"

"My mommy isn't waking up." I tell him and he crunches his eyes brows in confusion.

"How about I follow you and you bring me to your mommy." He says and I nod smiling at Him. I lead him back to the room and he walks over to mommy's side. He taps her and she doesn't move.

"What's wrong with mommyyyy??" I ask him and he looks at me in silence. He turns back around and lightly pulls up mommy, and he screams a little bit. He puts his hand over his mouth and runs out of the office screaming help.

I stand there staring at mommy sitting up with her eyes closed.

Mommy must be really tired. I laugh to myself walking over to her and slowly seeing a red stain on her head.

"Mommy? Did you hwurt yourself?" I ask as I kiss my finger and tap her head.

"Thwere you go mommy, all bwetter."

"Little boy get away from her!" A young lady shouts at me and drags me by my arm.

"wait! My mommy told me to stway with her! We're gwoing to get ice-cream soon! Nwo! Mommy!" I scream and try to reach for her and the lady keeps pulling me out of the office. I start crying as we walk away and I see a guy standing there in a fancy suit. He looks down at me and smiles.

As the lady drags me away, I stare at him.

He looks in pain. He's wasn't looking at me, not one bit as he told his story. He's never told me how his mom died before.

He pauses for a few seconds before continuing. "After that, I grew up without a mom and that mans face has stayed in my head ever since. As I grew older, my main focus was finding out who killed my mother. I joined a gang, which eventually led me to this organization. I took fighting lessons, shooting lessons, and went higher on the scale. Eventually I owned the place and everyone in it. It felt great, knowing that I would finally get to find out who killed my mother and kill him. And It led to a man. Your father."

My breath stops and I can't believe what he is saying.

My father killed his mother? No he wouldn't.

"No, my father wouldn't do that!" I yell at him, how could he blame my father? He is just taking out his anger on me.

"Trust me, I felt the same way when I first found out too. When I found out it was your father, I hated you. I despised you but then I realized, you're my sister And it was your fathers fault. Then I found out that your father was apart of something bigger, the mafia. So was everyone on your fathers side of the family, and I couldn't just let it go. So I came up with a plan, a plan that's being set in motion at this very moment. It's why I faked my own death, why I had to leave you. After I finally found him, someone told me he was dead. And I felt like I lost everything, that my life had no purpose anymore."

I look at him emotionless.

I'm overwhelmed with different emotions. My father killed his mom? I thought he was a good man. Why does everyone lie to me? I'm so sick of it.

"But then I found my purpose. I made a purpose for me and a mission. I'm going to make them pay, all of them. And you'll see Kim. You'll forgive me and we'll be a happy family just you and I." He says as he walks towards me and kneels down, brushing my cheek softly, smiling.

"I can't imagine the pain you had went through Damon. I can't even say I know how you feel. But I can say I lost someone. And I know how angry that makes me. It makes me want to do things to people, things we shouldn't do. But you have to understand, don't become a monster." I plead with him softly and he takes his hand away, taking a few steps back staring at me coldly.

"What are you saying?" He growls, shaking his head.

My hands become sweaty, "I know you Damon, you're a good person-"

"You don't know shit about me!" He yells, clearly I pissed him off...

He's in pain. And I can't let him lose himself. Once he kills someone, it's over. That's what my brothers told me. It takes a persons mind and twists it. And Damon, I'm afraid what he will do. If it's the Damon I remember, I Can't. lose him again.

I get up and wince at the pain in my leg. He looks over at me staring at me limping towards him.

He's angry, and it's scaring me.

"Damon, please, don't do something you'll regret." I beg him, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"Who says I'll regret it? Don't you understand? I thought you would be by my side. Brother and sister!" 

"If it requires doing something cruel and unjust, I won't take any part in it." I reply softly to him and he looks at me like Ive just betrayed him.

He shoves my hand off of him and glares at me.  A whole side of him I've never seen before. Someone purely made out of hate.

"Fine. You don't want to participate? Then I'll just make you watch." He seethes and walks out of the room. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion as I hear ruffling coming towards the room.

He's come back...

"Look Damon-" I start but He comes in view and not alone.

He throws her to the ground and I look at her in horror.

G-Grandmother?

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