(Shaun's pov)

"How the hell did she manage to get away?" Elliott yelled out, causing me to flinch.

Phoenix has been officially 'missing' for over two weeks now. I don't think Elliott suspected me, but I couldn't be too sure. He's grown very paranoid this past week.

"I'm sorry Elliott."

Elliott looked over at me with cold eyes.

"Tell me again. Tell me how she got away."

"I already told you three times. Do I really need to tell you again?"

"I don't care how many times you've already told me."

Elliott closed the distance between us, getting in my face as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"If I fucking ask you a question, you better answer me. Do you understand?"

"I understand," I said, not wanting to piss him off further.

"Now tell me."

"I left her alone long enough to go to the bathroom, and when I returned, she was gone."

"Why didn't you bring back up with you to look for her?" He asked, finally moving away from me.

"Because I thought I could handle the situation on my own," I said, watching as he walked across the room.

He grabbed his half empty bottle of rum, popping the lid off of it before taking a few gulps from it. Pulling the bottle away from his lips, he took a deep breath, running his hand down his face before he threw the bottle of rum across the room. The bottle made contact with the wall, that was only a few feet away from me, shattering into a million little pieces.

I jumped back as some of the glass came flying my way. I turned my attention back towards Elliott, only to see him now standing in front of me. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, pulling me to him until I was flush against him.

"Well, obviously you couldn't handle the fucking job, because now she's gone. God knows where she is. How the hell did she manage to get away from you so fast? She's eight months pregnant. She can't move that fast," Elliott yelled in my face.

I tried pulling away from him, but his grip only tightened on my shirt.

"How do I know that you didn't help her to get away?"

"Why would I do that? You know where my loyalty stands, Elliott. So why would I betray you?" I asked, my stomach feeling like it was in knots as my nerves grew.

If he found out, that would be it. For me and for sure, Phoenix. Elliott's eyes bore into me, his expression showing how sceptical he was of me right now.

"Loyalty doesn't mean shit to me. I thought Shane was loyal to me as well, but here we are. Look where that loyalty got both of us."

"Yeah well I'm not Shane."

"You sure about that?" He asked, smirking at me as he let go of me.

"And what exactly are you trying to say?" I asked, carefully watching his movements.

I can't let my guard down around him. He's the type to shoot first then ask questions later.

"You know damn well what I'm trying to say. What you think I wouldn't know?"

Elliott moved away from me, leaning against his desk as he stared at me. I stared back at him, not backing down. I know how he works. I've been by his side for years. I know pretty much all of his moves.

He was trying to intimidate me, trying to get me to confess my sins to him like some guilty person at a confessional. Like the people you see pouring their hearts out to the priest on the other side of the booth, thinking it'll cleanse them of their wrong doings.

"Well, apparently I don't, so why don't you enlighten me," I said, glaring at him.

Elliott glared back at me as he pushed himself off of his desk, walking back over to me.

"Did you seriously think that I wouldn't know about your little meetings that you've been having with Detective Smith?" Elliott asked, causing my blood to run cold.

"Who?"

"Don't play dumb with me Shaun, I can't believe you seriously thought that I was dumb enough to not notice," Elliott said, causing me to smirk at him.

"So, was he the one to tell you? Or was it the chief himself?" I asked, no longer feeling the need to lie to him. He knows, he's known for a while now.

"It was your precious little detective himself. Came to me right after your first meeting."

"I see. Well, you won't have to worry about him coming to you anymore. Or doing anymore of your dirty work as well."

"Oh yeah? And why is that?" He asked, giving me a curious look.

"Because he's dead. Has been for months now," I said, enjoying myself as I watched his expression go from confident to unsure and questioning.

"You're lying."

"Am I?" I asked.

"Prove it," Elliott demanded.

"I don't have to prove shit to you. I know what's true, not whether you believe me or not is up to you, but it's been long over due if I do say so myself."

"What has?"

"For the weak to be weeded out."

"I assume you're talking about me? Elliott asked.

"Don't get me wrong, you have your moments when you really start to show potential, but compared to your father, you truly are nothing more than a weakling," I spat out.

I let go of the fear that I had been holding onto earlier, finally letting out over twenty years of nothing but rage out. 

"Shut your fucking mouth," Elliott yelled out, getting in my face.

"Or what, you'll kill me? Go ahead, hell, I'll even beg you if that's what you want. At least I'll finally be free from this fucking hell I'm in," I yelled back at him.

For a brief moment, I saw a pained expression cross his face as he stared at me.

"You can sit on your high hoarse all you want, and even if you do kill me, you'll soon find out just how vulnerable you really are Elliott."

"I see," he said as we stood there in silence, just staring at each other. Both of us just waiting for the other to make a move.

Elliott was the first to move, bring his fist back, ready to swing at me as I lunged at him. I wrapped my arms around his waist as I tackled him to the ground. Elliott fell flat on his back with me on top of him. I straddled him as I landed a punch to his face.

Elliott managed to grab my wrist when I went to go punch him again. He grabbed my shirt, throwing me off of him as he landed a few punches himself. I brought my leg up, placing my left foot on his stomach as best as I could before kicking him away from me.

He fell backwards. I lunged at him before he could regain his composure. I managed to get behind him, wrapping right arm around his neck as my other arm held my right arm in place. Elliott began to gasp as he tried to pry my arms off of him.

He raised his arm up before forcefully bringing it down on my ribs. I yelled out in pain as I could feel a few of my ribs breaking. I tried to keep my grip on him but by the time he landed that third blow to my ribs I just couldn't hold on anymore.

I gasped out, trying to get a breath in as he got away from me. I tried to move away as he came at me, but every time I tried to move it sent out this excruciating pain that took my breath away. Elliott yanked me up by a fist full of my hair until I was eye level with him.

"Where the fuck is she?" he breathlessly asked me.

"Fuck you," I said through gasps.

Elliott pulled out the gun he keeps in the waistband of his pants, placing the barrel of the gun against my forehead.

"Where is she?"

I let out a manic laugh before answering him.

"You'll never find her."

"We'll see about that," Elliott said, as he cocked the gun, his finger wrapped around the trigger.

I smirked at him as I watched him.

"You're a lot crazier than I originally thought," Elliott said.

"I really am," I said as I quickly grabbed a hold of the gun I was hiding in the waistband of my jeans. 

Elliott's eyes widened as realization hit him too late. I cocked the gun and pulled the trigger once it was lined up with his head. Blood went everywhere as we both fell to the floor. I quickly pulled myself into a standing position as I walked over to him.

There he was, just lying there motionless with a bullet hole in his head. I stood over him as I emptied the rest of my clip into him. Elliott was a stubborn son of a bitch. I had to make sure he was really dead or else he'd cause a lot of issues for the plan I had.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket as I dialed Sam's number.

"Hello?" He asked.

"It's me," I said as I stared down at Elliott's lifeless body.

"It's quite late, not like you to call me this time of night."

"I took care of the rat problem," I said.

"I see. So the traps worked then?"

"Something like that."

"Good," he said as the line went quiet before he hung up.

"You truly are a weakling," I said to Elliott's corpse.

"My loyalty had always been to your father. The same father that you thought you had successfully killed years ago. Who knows though? Maybe if I hadn't of tended to his wounds he may have died."

I sighed out as I slowly walked over to the door, opening it to see a few of Sam's men standing on the other side of the door.

"We took care of the rest for you," Carl said.

"Did you report it to Sam?" I asked.

"Yes sir, he said, to burn the place to the ground."

"I'll leave it to you then," I said as I held my side with the broken ribs, trying to easy some of the pain.

"Sir, are you ok?" Carl asked.

"He broke a few of my ribs. Don't worry about me, just do your job," I said.

"Yes sir."

Carl walked into Elliott's office as I walked down the hallway. I walked as fast as I could, not stopping until I was finally outside. I walked over to one of the cars that was sitting out in front of the hide out. I opened the door, getting in as I let out a sigh of relief.

I stared at the building that I've called home for years as flames could be seen from Elliott's office window. I closed my eyes, leaning back against the car seat. All I could see was the image of me shooting Elliott over and over again.

Tears fell down my face as I looked back towards the building only to see it engulfed in flames. 

"God forgive me for my sins," I mumbled under my breath.

Out of all the sins that I've ever committed over the years, this one was honestly hitting me the hardest. I killed someone who I considered being like a brother to me but I didn't have a choice. Elliott was getting out of control. He was putting the family in jeopardy.

"I'm sorry, brother, but hopefully now your soul will be at ease," I said, hoping my words reached him.