What~ the~ fuck... I numbly think to myself. Blinking rapidly as I rewind the tapes for the third time in a row. This wasn't what I was looking for when I searched through the security footage. And I most definitely wasn't expecting it either! The second I spotted that brown wavy hair on camera I couldn't help myself, I had to watch. Anger had gotten to me at first and with my long nails I nearly scratched a crooked path into the wood of the table I was sitting at. But right now I could only gape in front of me in utter shock. He said he loved me... Correction, he'd yelled, screamed, and roared he was in love with me. I shake my head once again focusing on Matt as he burns that bitch Charlotte to the ground, my heart thundering in my chest. This time a single tear rolls down my cheek, not from anger or fear but joy instead.

'I love you too, doofus! That's why I need you to wake up soon...'

I whimper, brushing away the salty droplet from my skin. I take a deep breath forcing myself to focus again on the task at hand. Finding clues about what happened to Matty, and why. I fast forward until I see him leaving the shop and continue to watch for another few minutes until I see the nose of a black car stop before the shop. Now that's suspicious... I mumble to myself since the rest of the car doesn't get into the frame so I can't see much more besides the fact that the car engine never shuts down. Instead, it slowly drives off about ten minutes later. The window rolls down, and a piece of black metal flashes against a few rays of sunshine just before it drives out of the camera line once again.

'This has to be the car the police were talking about.'

I grumble to myself not able to see anyone's faces inside the car, just darkness. The time frame fits perfectly since it's only seconds before Matt got shot. There's one other thing that catches my attention though, the car doesn't seem to have any license plate. Great. I groan feeling slightly defeated. Just as I'm about to give up and change tactics, my phone starts buzzing beside me. *Don't worry, Matt is still stable and fast asleep. No news there. But I thought over what you said and I remembered Matt had been acting really weird this morning when he was on the phone... It happened during our break, just after I walked away. I'm not sure if you can hear what he said, but maybe it'll be of use? Xoxo Bheks* I send her a quick reply, telling her I saw the car that shot Matt stake out before the shop. This is a piece of information that certainly throws the police's theory right out of the window. It wasn't just a random shooting. I also inform her I can't make out any more than that, but that I'll contact her as soon as I find out something else.

Once again I rewind the footage of the shop, this time going back even further as I take a sip of my awful-tasting drink. As soon as I see Rebekah standing next to Matt, both watching the television as he chews on his lunch I press play. As if on cue Rebekah walks off and the shop phone starts ringing. He's polite at first, but within a split second his face darkens. I put it on full volume, straining my ears to hear what he's saying.

'...dare you call ... number?! What ... companion ... the phone?'

I grunt frustratedly, having trouble hearing him clearly but decide to continue listening in the hope I can put the puzzle pieces together.

'I'll have half ... money by ... day, the rest will ... thirty days. Gotta go.'

Money? Is he in debt or something? I wonder as I watch him hang up the phone in a hurry before Rebekah comes back into view. I watch for another minute or two as he tells her some shitty story of it being the bank on the phone and it doesn't take a genius to notice he's talking out of his ass. The look in his eyes reminds me of when he went in full denial back in the hotel room. He was looking at his phone then too... If he was in trouble why didn't he ask for help? I huff a sigh, rubbing my temples before closing the laptop and pulling out his phone. I dragged it out, hoping it wouldn't have to come to this. I hate having to go through his phone, knowing I wouldn't appreciate it either if someone went nosing in my business. It takes me another few minutes, staring blankly at the dark screen before I muster up the courage to actually unlock it.

I figure my best bet will be rummaging through his text messages and checking his phone history. I notice there's one number he didn't save that has frequently sought contact with him. These past days alone he has missed multiple calls from it. The area code is from Louisiana, strange... I can't think of anyone from the top of my head that he would know around that area. California, Nevada, and even Europe would make sense ...but Louisiana? I look over to his text messages, but they aren't giving me much new information either. It does however confirm my fears that he owed someone money and he was way behind on his payment. Other than that the only clue I have to go on is they're all signed with 'W.' on the endings.

That's what he meant back when we were talking in the kitchen, the garage, and my car... He said things weren't going fast enough for his liking. Not because he was worried about the shop itself, it was because he was afraid he didn't have enough time to pay his loan back! I groan to myself, pinching the bridge of my nose. You bloody fool, why didn't you say something?!

I decide to just go for it and press call on the unidentified number to see if anyone would answer. Not that I have a plan in my head or anything, apart from trying to figure out who it is that Matt owes money to. And more importantly, if they were the ones that were behind the shooting... It continues to ring for a while and just as I'm about to give up and drop the call, someone with a gruff voice suddenly speaks from the other side.

'That was faster than I expected.'

I fur my brows, somehow certain I recognize the man's voice from somewhere. Although I can't seem to place it...

'About this afternoon... That was a slight miscalculation, the boss didn't expect you to follow through and hold your end of the deal since you've broken your word before.'

Miscalculation? You call shooting him, a fucking miscalculation?! I grit, trying my utmost best to keep a lit on it and get as much information as possible before giving myself away. Lex, now is not the time to fly off the handle! I instruct myself while taking in a deep breath when the guy on the other side says with a defiant sneer in his voice.

'In any case, Rusty was glad to hear you finally manned up. I take this was enough of a warning to make sure you'll pay off the rest within the thirty days you mentioned?'

Rusty?! I bite out silently as I'm suddenly able to connect all of the dots perfectly. How could I be so goddamn stupid! New Orleans was in Louisiana! The threatening phone calls and texts ending with 'W'... It was my damn uncle 'Rusty' Rocco Whitfield, Matt had turned to for money. How could you've been so fucking stupid?! I swear to myself wondering where Matt's financial situation had done a nosedive so badly he needed to turn to the fucking mob.

Now I also realize who the familiar voice on the other end of the phone belonged to. Marty... I'd met him several times when we were little and the guy scared the crap out of me. He's the epiphany of what resembles a gangster and my uncle's most trusted hitman.

'Mattheo?'

Marty asks, wondering why he hasn't spoken up yet and that's when it hits me. They hurt Matt. I growl to myself and as if their actions had snapped the tread of my control I fly out of my seat. They were responsible for all of this! They nearly killed him for fucks sake!

'Just a little tip, Marty. Next time wait for the other person on the line to speak up first before you start blabbering your big mouth!'

I snap angrily before abruptly cutting off the line, already halfway through the door. I wasn't a kid anymore, no... This time the big bad wolf didn't scare me anymore, because I was mad as hell and ready to take him down! My nostrils flare with anger as I dash toward the waiting room in search of Rebekah and Alex.

As soon as I burst through the double doors and into their view their faces cloud over. Hold that thought. I tell them both with my eyes, grabbing them by the collar as I start dragging, yes dragging, them away and up the emergency stairs towards the rooftop. Leaving the others standing dumbfounded behind us in the waiting area.

This conversation can't be held with his family eavesdropping. I grunt to myself as I continue to climb the stairs with both my brother and sister in tow. Neither of them says a word on our way up, which is probably for the better. Until I finally let them out of my grasp as the cold night breeze brushes against my skin when we get outside.

'It was Rusty!'

I yell the second the doors close behind us, throwing my arms in the air before rummaging around trying to light myself a cigarette. I need some fucking nicotine before I start breaking stuff!

'...What?'

Rebekah and Alex both ask confusedly. I give them a deadpan look, taking in a big gulp of smoke as I try to stop myself from shaking and growl.

'Matt took out a loan with Rusty and failed to pay him back in time, or so they thought...'

'How on earth would Matt even know Rocco?!'

Rebekah yelps unbelievably and Alex looks just as confused, only making me even more agitated. Jesus fuck guys, I'm on the verge of imploding and I have to fucking spell it out for you?! I groan, taking another big whiff of smoke before I continue still fuming with anger.

'The fuck would I know?! I found an unidentified number on Matt's phone, the area code said it was from Louisiana. There were multiple missed calls and texts as well, threatening him to pay up. I phoned the same number and Marty answered! The bloody idiot didn't even wait for me to speak up and said Rusty was glad he finally paid up and this afternoon was a, and I fucking quote, miscalculation! They didn't expect Matt to actually transfer half of the money by the end of the day, so they wanted to send a message.'

They both curse loudly as I throw away my cigarette. My anger spiraling more out of control with every passing second.

'I'm going to kill them.'

I mutter through clenched teeth, the deadly tone in my voice alarming both my brother and sister as they lift their hands like they're trying to tame a wild animal.

'Sis, think about this...'

'Alex is right, Lex. Don't go doing something stupid right now.'

Both of their words infuriate me even more and I find myself turning to them both as I snap.

'You're seriously defending them right now?! After everything that happened?! First mom and dad, now Matt! It is never going to end until we make them!'

'You can't just go barging in there after all these years! Besides the damage is already done.'

I can't believe my fucking ears! I blink in a stupor hearing Rebekah's words. He's your best friend!

'Matt just got fucking shot because of them...'

I bark, shaking my head unable to believe she's covering for them right now. I would kill anyone in my path who dared to put their hands on Néomy, why aren't you?!

'This is your fault, to begin with! You said telling the truth would endanger them. Look what happened now?!'

I roar at the end of my whits. I know it isn't fair to blame her, we all chose this. But hell, I needed to blame something, someone, or I'd go insane.

'Lexi!'

Alex suddenly shouts in a low baritone I'm sure I've never heard come from his lips before. What?! I snap my eyes back in his direction, still squinting them together with contempt as I grit.

'Fine, that was uncalled for... But you guys are not stopping me. I'm going to end this, once and for all!'

I can see that a small part of them wants to agree with me, they know I'm right. They're probably just too afraid to cheer me on, knowing what I'm capable of when I fly off the handle. I don't care. This was the last straw! I hold out my hand, motioning for Rebekah to hand me my car keys figuring she came here with mine anyways before I briskly stalk past both of them, my hand already on the door handle as I grumble.

'You both stay here, this won't take long... Call me immediately if something happens with Matt. And as soon as I'm back we're going to inform everyone who matters about our family's sinister endeavors. I will not allow something like this to ever happen again.'

I leave no room for debate, not even waiting for them to answer as I slam the door open and start rushing down the stairs while I grab my phone.

'Delphine... I need a favor. How fast can you get the jet ready? I need to go to New Orleans on some urgent family matters.'

'Oh, dear... Y-Yes of course... Do you wanna take the car with you?'

Apparently, my urgent tone rattles Delphine as she instantly starts rummaging around on the other end of the line. I've never asked Delphine for anything that had to do with my personal life, except for some time off when I desperately needed it. This was different though, and she knows it.

'Yes, that'll save me some time once I get there. I won't be gone long, the jet will probably be back within twenty-four hours.'

'Don't sweat it, hon. Do you have any idea when you'll be at the airport? I'll let the pilot know.'

'I'm heading home now to get my passport and some other stuff before I leave. I'll probably be there within an hour.'

I tell her, my voice still laced with my inner turmoil as I jump in my car and fire up the engine. She says she'll make sure the pilot has everything ready for take-off by the time I'll get there and I turn to my phone once more as I tell her honestly, glad about her easy compliance.

'Delphine? Thank you.'

'Don't mention it, darling... I won't ask any questions, just... Are you alright?'

'I will be.'

I answer determinately before hanging up the phone and pushing down my foot on the gas peddle. I'll fix this, Matty... I'll be back before you know it...

***

The best thing about flying in a private jet? No customs. I grin to myself as I sit back down in my car, ready to reverse out of the cargo unit. Right now I don't have time for bag searches and other trivial matters. Besides, the Colt Woodsman I was hiding in my jacket would most definitely mean a one-way ticket home as soon as they found it. It was the one thing my parents never could part with, even after leaving the mobster lifestyle behind them. I think my father mostly wanted to keep it close in case their past came back to haunt them. Not that it made much of a difference in the end. I'd picked it up along with my passport and a new change of clothes earlier at home. We kept it safely locked inside the vault and if either Rebekah or Alex knew I was carrying it right now? They would lose their shit. My uncle would recognize it in an instant since his father had given it to mine when he'd finally earned his trust. This was long before he would even consider taking him in as his son-in-law. A gun was one thing, but his daughter? Well, that was a whole other matter my father still had to conquer back then... That's a story for another time though. Right now ...this same gun would become a means to an end within all of this family madness.

The pilot nods in my direction and I instantly turn the keys to the ignition, driving backward off the platform until my tires hit the pavement. I give him a stern nod as I shout, trying my best to be heard above all the noise surrounding us.

'I'll be back in a few hours.'

He gives me a nod back and I instantly turn my steering wheel and speed off. The gates at the side entrance open up immediately when I come into view. Giving me a quick passage before I hit the gas, hard.

We'd flown through the night and it was now about five in the morning. Even so early the streets in New Orleans are bristling with people and musicians. I used to love coming here when I was little... Jazz seemed to be embedded in everyone's souls here, musicality seeping out of their bones. Looking around now it only held bad memories, a place that feeds my resentment and leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn't give a shit about curtsies and calling beforehand, my uncle would be awake. Evil doesn't sleep at night. And if by any chance he wasn't? I'd wake the bastard myself. I grit, my soul darkening with every second I get closer to the mansion my mother once called home.

***

I come to a crashing halt before the black gates. Little stones fly around the air as I glare at the man standing behind the black bars. He holds a gun beside him, squinting his eyes against my taillights as he yells.

'Who is it?'

'Lexi fucking Devins! Now open that damn gate, I need to speak with my uncle.'

I roar as I turn off the lights so he's able to look me in the eye. It takes another few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness as he talks to someone in his earpiece before he quickly opens the gates and mutters.

'He'll be waiting in his study.'

I give him a fake smile and hurry through, parking my car just in front of the massive steps that lead up to the front door. The whole exterior looks so posh and flawlessly maintained it almost makes me want to snort with irony. Oh, how looks do deceive... This place is far from picture-perfect!

With my gun in hand, I walk through the absurdly large foyer heading straight for my uncle's office, slightly amazed I still know my way around. The cold metal feels strange to the touch. Even if my father taught all of us how to fire a gun when we were little, I'd only picked it up once after that. For the same very reason, I'm holding it right now...

Anger took over every inch of my soul when I found out what had happened to my parents, or so I thought. At the time, I didn't have a private plane to cargo me over within mere hours. Instead, I'd driven across four states within one and a half-day to get to my uncle back then. Only to stand hours and hours before his mansion pacing back and forth, not finding the strength inside of myself to confront him for what he did. I thought it was rage that was fueling me but the sadness of losing my parents was too overpowering, the void they left too big. I ended up turning back without ever confronting him. He did call us later on. Alex spoke to him and he promised us he would never bother us again. Not that that meant anything!

This time around though, sorrow didn't hold me in its grip. Wrath did. And a furious Lexi is a dangerous one... It used to be an inside joke when my parents said I'd inherited my temper from the Whitfield side of the family. Now it wasn't as funny anymore, they were right. There was only one thing that could dim down my maddened state ...and my uncle chose to hurt it. Matt has always been the only person capable of talking me down whenever I go out on a rampage. Nothing was going to calm me down now! And 'Rusty' Rocco was about to learn what it meant to drive his little niece over the edge. I growl to myself as I fly up the stairs two steps at a time.

Every man I come across eyes me warily but lets me pass nevertheless. Probably instructed to do so. I huff, not sure whether it enrages me even more that he underestimates what I'm capable of. Goddamn arrogant bastard... Without a second thought, I kick open the wooden door to his office pointing the gun right at my uncle's face as I roar.

'You've got some goddamn nerve!'

'Nice seeing you too, Lexi... To what do I owe this pleasure?'

My uncle says, not even bothered by the position he's in as he lazily looks up at me from his paperwork. I don't know whether he truly believes I won't hurt him, which would be a grave mistake right now, or if he honestly has no clue why I'm here. I take another threatening step forward, holding my finger on the trigger as I bark.

'Don't act like this is some cozy reunion!'

He purses his lip, leaning back in his leather chair as his eyes wander over me. This time giving me his full attention, finally noticing I didn't come here to play games as he murmurs.

'I figured you didn't come here so early in the morning to have a simple cup of coffee with your uncle when my security guy told me you were here. The fact that you have your father's gun in your hand tells me it's serious. So why don't we skip this nonsense and you tell it like it is?'

'Nonsense?'

I spout, my anger kicking up a notch as I slam my other fist against his desk.

'You were the reason our parents died! They wanted out of this life and you pulled them right back in. Even after they moved to another State to get away from you and this wretched family! You still dragged them back into this hell hole!'

'Now you listen very carefully young lady! They weren't just your family! That was my sister too you're talking about, I never meant for them to end in such a way! They knew the dangers that came with the job and decided to help out, willingly~'

'Willingly, my ass! Besides, it never would've happened if you had just respected their wishes and kept them out of it in the first place!'

I roar, my shoulders trembling with agitation. This man is fucking delusional! I grit, still holding the barrel aimed straight at his face. Only mere centimeters removed from his skin.

'Why now?'

He suddenly asks almost making me falter in my movements. Why now? I yelp silently, my father's gun shaking as he continues in a deep tone.

'You came here right after it happened. I saw you... You should know nothing happens around here without my knowledge. You didn't have the guts to confront me then, so I'll ask you one more time. Why are you here now?'

'Because after all of that, you decided we hadn't been through enough hardship already! No, we had to suffer even more and I'm done with it!'

'What are you accusing me of, exactly?'

He asks more seriously, for the first time realizing I'm actually on the verge of shooting him.

'I thought you said nothing happened around here without your consent? That means you should know why I'm here. A few hours ago you nearly killed the man I love!'

I cry angrily waving my gun. Still holding him at gunpoint, I attempt to reign myself in. Trying everything in my might to clutch onto the snapped threads of my sanity. Not willing to give my uncle the satisfaction of seeing the hurt underneath all of my turmoil. His brows knit together in confusion and he finally puts down the pen he's been twirling between his fingers this entire time as he asks in a dark tone.

'What?'

'This afternoon one of your men shot the fucking love of my life, Mattheo Blackwell. He's also been Rebekah's childhood friend since kindergarten. You promised us that you would leave us alone after what happened to mom and dad. Instead, you choose to put us through hell once more!'

I snap frustratedly and I can feel my finger tighten on the trigger. Every fiber in my bones begging me to make an end to all of this madness. His eyes go wide as soon as he hears me utter Matt's name but I don't give him a chance to respond as I growl.

'You have no idea how badly I want to pull this trigger right now... I want to kill you. I want to make everyone who loves you suffer as much as we did.'

'Lexi...'

He says softly, trying to urge me to listen to him as he slowly stands from his chair.

'I had one of my men looking into Mattheo's background. Clearly, he has done a poor job at it and he will be punished for his actions. Honestly, I had no idea you were acquainted with each other. If I'd known, I'd never~'

'Do I look like I give a damn about could've, would've, should'ves at the moment?! The second you knew he was from Los Angeles you should've at least checked thoroughly if he wasn't connected to one of us. You didn't. How do you think you would've reacted if it was the other way around and I would've been the one to shoot your wife? Or one of your sons for that matter? What mental state would you be in right now if one of them was laying in a hospital fighting for their damn life? Would you be as cool as a cucumber and say, I guess I'll let it slide because you're family? Like fuck you would! You would be livid and tear everything down in your path until you got your hands on the person who's responsible, same as I'm doing right now.'

'Your right.'

He replies with a solemn look in his eyes, but I don't give him a chance to follow through with the "it's not you, it's me" routine as I spit through my teeth.

'This, whatever fucked up lifestyle you're all living, this isn't family. You decided to open pandora's box, then you should also be ready to face the consequences. Now you've got two options to choose from deciding how this is going to play out... One. You will fetch the guy who is responsible for not doing a good enough search on Matt's background and the guy who shot him. Or you can choose option two. Which results in me shooting at everyone and anyone that'll cross my path, including you, until I find the damn fuckers myself.'

He keeps silent for a bit, his intense gaze focused on me before his lips curl in a sly smile as he picks up this phone. He mutters a few words in Spanish, his eyes still trained on me the entire time before hanging up. A smirk still lingers on his lips as he leans back in his chair again and chuckles nostalgically.

'You remind me so much of your mother... There wasn't any room for negotiation with her either whenever she was furious.'

I'm not sure whether I should be proud or offended by that as I quirk my brow at his sudden change in demeanor. I don't wanna give him the satisfaction of responding. So instead, I take a good look at my uncle's features while we're waiting. I knew he had indeed complied with my wishes and called whoever was responsible over. All that was left now was to kill some time until they got here...

I hadn't seen my uncle in more than ten years and from what I remembered he still looks very much the same. The only big differences I'm able to point out are his jet-black hair, which is now replaced with a pearly white color, and the defiant crow's feet that weren't there all these years ago. A light stubble covers his jawline and a pair of dark brown eyes look back at me, resembling my mother's.

He isn't the typical kind of crime boss you'd imagine with a big belly and a big cigar on his lips, but that doesn't make him any less intimidating. He wears an impeccable white suit, not a smudge of filth or an out-of-place wrinkle in sight. The expensive silk fabric is probably tailored especially for him, fitting his body to perfection. Even though he is slender, smaller than what you'd expect as head of the mafia, my uncle has a certain air around him that commands respect. Everyone who encountered him could easily tell he wasn't a man you should cross. He reminds me of my grandfather in that way...

'Why so quiet all of a sudden?'

My uncle asks, a humorous smile on his face as if he knows exactly what I'm thinking.

'I'm not quiet. I'm plotting.'

I grumble, not in the mood to elaborate. My muscles still refuse to lower the gun in my hand while he barks a laugh as if I just said the funniest thing he's ever heard before he snorts.

'Like I said, a spitting image of your mother...'

Before I can come up with some kind of retort I hear footsteps close in from behind me. I walk a little to the side, the barrel of my gun moving its target from my uncle over to whoever turns around the corner. Marty steps in, dragging another man by the collar before he violently shoves him to the front. As soon as he spots me a wicked grin settles on his features and he says mockingly.

'Now it makes sense... Little fucking Lexi. It was you on the phone earlier, wasn't it?'

'No shit, Sherlock.'

I snort back at Marty all the while glaring at the other guy in front of me. I wave my father's gun over to him as I snap.

'Is this the fucking moron I came here for?'

Marty shrugs his shoulders, not seeming to care enough to deny it as he says.

'Yeah, he round up the information around Blackwell and was supposed to scare him a little today.'

I suppress a nervous tick around my left eye as I scowl down at him and snap.

'You call sending someone to the hospital in critical condition a warning?!'

Fear showers over his face when he notices that both my uncle and Marty aren't speaking up for his defense. His eyes flash back and forth between the three of us as he stammers.

'I-It was a good shot, boss! I know how to shoot, there weren't any vitals near~'

'You are not speaking to your boss! You are answering directly to me... And if you'd done your homework right you would've known Matt's body is littered with metal. The bullet ricocheted, you asshole! Resulting in more internal holes than a piece of swiss cheese! Now if you'd known, you would've gone for some other place ...right?'

He nods his head furiously, admitting he'd made a grave mistake but I can't help but look disgusted as I turn to my uncle and mutter.

'This is what you've been recruiting these days? Business must be going bad if you've turned to morons like him for help.'

He tilts his head, heaving a sigh as he waves in a bored manner.

'Good staff is hard to come by these days. He's still trying to prove himself.'

I give him a fake laugh of amusement before turning my attention back to the trembling mess in front of me. Pathetic. If you wanna play gangster, you should at least be ready to face the aftermath that comes along with it.

'Now, hypothetically speaking, if you would've chosen another spot... What would it have been?'

He anxiously looks at Rocco for help, the tremor in his bones increasing significantly when he sees the stern look on my uncle's face. He wasn't about to help him, and neither was Marty. Instead, my uncle beckons him to answer the question while Marty looks over us like a spectator, ready to see it all unfold as he pours himself a drink on the side.

'K-Knee cap?'

He sputters looking unsure of himself. Not that any answer he could give would be good, to begin with. I purse my bottom lip, exaggerating my movements as I pretend to ponder over his answer. After a few seconds, I give him a smile so sweet even Marty who's watching from the side looks uncomfortable, almost making me snicker at the sight before I huff.

'A rather specific choice, but fine by me.'

The words have barely left my mouth when a loud bang ripples through the air, followed by a pained roar as the guy in front of me buckles to the floor. I watch the little puff of smoke fade from the barrel of my father's gun as I flex the muscle of my shoulder, not used to the backlash. I thought it would have a greater impact on me. Shooting someone... But I don't give a flying fuck about it, to be honest. Not because I liked the feeling or anything, I just don't feel sorry for this prick after he nearly killed the man I love. I watch him as he grips his knee and leg in agony, blood seeping all over my uncle's office while he bites out through gritted teeth.

'Goddammit! What the fuck was that for? Who is this crazy chick?!'

'Tsk tsk, don't make me shoot you again. And it's like I said, if you'd done your homework correctly, you would've known who Matt was associated with and you wouldn't have dared to hurt him in the first place!'

I tell him through clenched teeth when suddenly three men come busting through the doorway. Guns in hand, ready to fire, they frantically look around in search of any danger. I recognize them from when I earlier stalked past them on my way in, all of them now looking even more on edge than before. My uncle gets up from his seat, ushering them to lower their guns as he says.

'This is my niece Lexi everyone. Emma's little girl... I wouldn't piss her off if I were you ...unless you wanna end up like that as well.'

He grins waving at the guy down on the floor, a proud tone in his voice that makes me turn and lift my eyebrow with contempt. You can't seriously be excited about this... I snort while Marty can't hold back any longer and starts barking with laughter. Nearly toppling over as he finds the whole ordeal hilarious. I'm not going to lose any sleep over what just happened, although I wouldn't exactly call it my proudest moment either. It had to be done. Besides, even if the damn prick was in a shitload of pain right now I'm sure he would survive. Matt's life, on the other hand, was still hanging in the balance. There was no telling when or if he would come out of his coma. I had to make sure my uncle understood we were not to be played with. I tell myself as Rocco orders the men to hoist their friend up and carry him to the infirmary. It says something when you've got your own damn hospital at home. I think shaking my head, Marty's ominous chuckle pulling me out of my thoughts.

'I like her now that she's all grown up and feisty...'

He grins toward Rusty and I instantly turn my scowl in his direction as I snap.

'Shut up, Marty. Or I'll blow out one of your kneecaps next!'

He holds his hands up as a sign of surrender, although he doesn't look frightened in the slightest. Dick. A devilish grin still plays on his lips as he takes a sip from his drink. As a little kid I used to wonder if he even had a soul, by now I was positive he didn't. His jacked-up face and crooked nose only enhance the dangerous aura that flows around him. Of all the people in my uncle's mansion, he's the one you should truly fear. Killing had become his second nature, like breathing or eating. He could kill you without a second thought. Not that I did fear him, at least not at this moment... I was still far too enraged by the entire ordeal to even feel frightened right now. I turn my gaze back on my uncle, who is already sitting back in his chair as I mumble.

'You should really teach your men to be more careful, you're getting sloppy. I wouldn't have known you were the culprit if blabbermouth over there had kept his trap shut.'

He quirks his brow with interest, glancing over to Marty for clarification as to what I'm talking about. He shrugs his shoulders, emptying his glass before he mutters in a defiant tone.

'Yeah, that was my bad... I thought it was Mattheo who phoned since we just found out he had already paid off part of his debt. I guess I was lucky it was this little firecracker.'

He says the last part with a smug look on his face as he winks at me, earning another scowl in return.

'You got that right! You didn't even bother to use a burner phone. If it were the cops instead of me, you would've been screwed right now... There isn't a soul in the entire state of Louisiana who doesn't know the name Rusty, you dimwit!'

Both Marty and my uncle burst out in laughter, leaving me standing in a stupor as I wonder what the hell is so damn funny. It fucking isn't. When they finally calm down a little, my uncle turns to me and snorts humoredly.

'Sweetie. You honestly think we would still be around if I couldn't pull strings in the system?'

Of course, you can... I groan. I should've realized they have dug their claws into them a long time ago. A part of me did. There was a reason I hadn't mentioned anything to the cops back at home when I found out who was responsible for the shooting. I knew there was probably nothing they could do. And if they'd known my plans, there wasn't a chance in hell they'd let me leave L.A... Hence the reason I'd taken measures into my own hands.

I shake my head and for the first time since I've arrived, I'm able to think somewhat clearly now what the hatred inside of me starts to subdue. I look down and notice I'm still holding the gun between my hands. Well, I guess that was more than enough 007 for now. I huff as I shove it back in my jacket before walking over to my uncle's liquor shelf.

Not even bothering to ask for permission, I rummage around searching for a bottle of tequila. One. Just one. I instruct myself. Just to get the jitters out of my system, nothing more. I grumble as I pour myself a shot of the good stuff. And I mean good stuff! Jesus fuck, I can't remember when I last had some of Don Julio Real tequila. These bottles didn't sell for under five hundred bucks each. I'd received a bottle as a gift once and even though it easily was the best I'd ever tasted and I can afford it, I found it too pricey to drink regularly. My uncle seemed to beg the differ, my eyes glancing over the entire shelf. Every bottle of liquor I see is more expensive than the next. A shiver runs over my back as the familiar burn seeps through my throat and stomach. Yup, still hate it without lemon and salt... I murmur to myself putting the glass back down. Quickly checking my phone to make sure I didn't miss any messages before walking over to one of the chairs opposite of my uncle and sliding down.

'Are you a bit more relaxed now you've had your revenge, along with some of my Julio?'

My uncle asks, amusement still dripping from his voice. I huff a sigh crossing my legs over the end of his desk as a sign of obstinacy while I mutter.

'Somewhat.'

His eyes drift down to my feet, holding back a comment as he continues in a patient manner.

'I'll make sure something like this won't happen again.'

'Jeez, thanks! That really means a lot coming from you...'

I groan sarcastically, unable to keep my glare to myself as I continue my voice filled with disdain.

'It's the least you can do after the shitshow that just went on. Sorry if I'm not very convinced it'll actually happen. You kinda have a bad track record when it comes to that in my book. Up until now you never seemed too bothered by breaking your word against us. Why would I believe you now? You may enjoy waving your gun around and threatening people as you please, controlling them to your every whim. But I don't.'

'You've got a knack for it though... A trade that sure as hell runs in your blood, you'd make a killer assassin.'

Marty beams, emptying his second glass before setting it aside on the table. My eyes instantly dart in his direction, contempt blazing inside of them as I snap.

'I loathe what you are... The lot of you have destroyed everything of importance within my family! I'd rather die than become one of you.'

I grit my teeth, my fists begging me to hit him. He doesn't even look bothered in the slightest as he stares right back at me. What I'd give to wipe that smirk off your jacked-up face! I groan as I eventually turn away from him. Not wanting to back down, but also not interested in another catastrophe either as I focus back on my uncle grumbling my thoughts aloud.

'Can't deny I wanna throttle you right now though...'

Both of them stifle their laughter, still finding the whole ordeal entertaining. But I ignore it as I keep my attention solely focused on Rocco.

'How do you expect me to put any faith in the words coming from your mouth?'

I ask him, my voice grim. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose thinking over my words. When his eyes land back on me they are filled with remorse as he whispers.

'I'm sorry.'

'Wh-What?'

I ask, trying to clarify if I heard that right. You're what? I blink as he sighs once more, this time a bit more frustrated he has to repeat himself as he mutters.

'I'm sorry. I understand if you won't trust a word coming from my mouth, but at least let me apologize for all of it. Whether you believe it or not, you can decide for yourself afterward...'

I keep quiet, waiting for him to continue. Not sure if I trust myself enough to speak up right now as his eyes briefly wander over to Marty, who's staying silent for once, before he proceeds in a low voice.

'There hasn't a day gone by where I don't regret the events that happened that night. I know there's nothing I can do to make that hurt go away and I don't deserve, or expect, your forgiveness... You and your siblings have every right to hate us. And honestly, I commend your strength for not barging in right after it happened. I expected you to. I was ready for the consequences and even told everyone, including Elena, not to stop you. No matter what was about to happen, I ordered them to let you leave unscathed. Imagine my surprise when you turned around. That took real strength... The same goes for what you did tonight. Standing your ground against a relative, especially with our background, that takes some serious guts.'

I nibble on my lip, unsure how to respond. He told even my aunt to back down if things hit the fan? I wonder if that's in fact true, or if he's just saying that to get back on my good side and I glance over to Marty who gives a curt nod. From all the horrible traits he has, lying isn't one of them. Keeping his mouth shut when need be. Yes. But he hated lying.

I remembered the scolding he gave me and my nephews when we were little and lied to him about breaking one of the windows while playing baseball. He didn't give two shits about the broken glass, he was furious that we stood there lying to his face. I sigh, not sure how to feel at the moment. Things were much easier when I pictured my uncle as a complete asshole in my head! I grumble to myself, never in my wildest imagination thinking he'd apologize for all that happened. My uncle recognizes my inner conflict and smiles before he continues.

'You were right when you said I'd tear the whole world apart if needed when someone would hurt Elena or one of our kids. If we don't protect the ones we love, who are we even fighting for? Last time around there was nothing that could've changed the outcoming of what happened. Now, on the other hand, you had someone to fight for. You've earned my respect in more ways than one, Lexi... That's why you resemble your mother.'

'I would've been happier if I didn't have to come here for such matters in the first place.'

I can't help but mumble aloud, still frustrated he let something like this happen right under his nose. He tilts his head as if to say, duh!  But decides not to comment on it aloud as he goes on.

'I know better than most just how dangerous the Whitfield temper can be... It runs in your blood and nothing can change that. But don't allow it to consume you, Lexi... I know you've got a good life. You're successful doing what you love. Hell, you've probably got more money than I do... I wish you nothing but happiness after everything I put you through. Just promise me you'll keep that darkness at bay... On the contrary to what Marty exclaims, the light suits you much better.'

'Okay, now you're getting all sappy... Which by the way freaks me out even more than you apologizing, so cut it out. Also, I'm definitely not certain about the money part. You seem to be doing more than fine by the looks of it...'

I chuckle, motioning around the room. Even if I've recently bought a mansion myself, it somehow can't be compared to this. Every inch of this place oozes money and wealth. Both my uncle and Marty laugh at my comment before I add, unable to keep the condescending tone out of my voice.

'Just so you know, I'm doing a pretty good job in keeping my temper in check. As long as you don't meddle with my business that is. Matt is the main source for that. I can't properly explain it. He is literally the only person who ever managed to bring me back down when I'm on the verge of spiraling out of control.'

'I understand. Elena has that gift as well... Which is why I don't understand why he didn't come to you if he was in financial trouble. Especially if you're in such a great relationship.'

The word relationship instantly makes me choke on my own spit as I cough.

'Woah, wait a minute! I said he could tame my inner demon, not that we were a couple.'

'You do realize you just yelled at me that you love the feller, right?'

My uncle chuckles in response, making me snort back at him.

'Yeah, I do. And even though he means everything to me, he's also the only person on the damn planet who can get my blood boiling within mere seconds. Our relationship is ...complicated.'

I tell him, shrugging my shoulders. He's both my poison and my remedy, but there's not enough time on the planet to delve into that subject with my uncle. I think to myself as I swiftly change the topic and grunt.

'As for not asking me for help? The moron's pride was probably in the way. Something I most certainly will discuss with him as soon as he wakes up.'

'How is he at the moment? Medically speaking. You said the bullet ricocheted, how bad are his injuries? You also mentioned this wasn't the first time his life hung in the balance?'

My uncle asks, honestly interested in his well-being. I briefly pull my phone out of my pocket, to see Rebekah still didn't send me an update as I mutter.

'It's hard to tell at this point. The metal pieces the bullet collided against were from a car accident he had several years ago. He barely survived that as well.'

I twist my head fighting against a mountain of flashbacks, not allowing them back in. Pain is written in my eyes as I force myself to continue speaking.

'He just went to surgery and they told us there was a lot of internal damage, which is why he slipped into a coma. He's stable at the moment. There's just no telling when he'll wake up.'

I force back some tears and swallow the lump in my throat before looking back up at my uncle.

'I'll take care of any medical expenses. It's the least I can do.'

He says, leaving no room for me to refuse. Since you're not willing to budge with this, I have a few conditions of my own. I think to myself before I say.

'Fine. Only if you tell me what the amount of money was that Matt was indebted for.'

He lifts his brow, not happy with where this is going as he mutters.

'Fifty thousand in total. He paid off half of the amount but~'

I don't give him a chance to finish as I raise my hand to his face and say.

'You'll transfer back the money he's given you and I'll pay off the entire amount as soon as I'm back home.'

'I was planning on giving it back already. You don't have to pay me anything.'

He says, this being his way of making it up to both Matt and the rest of us but I shake my head. You aren't getting rid of your guilt this easily... I huff to myself as I tell him sternly.

'No. if I'd agree to that I know both Matt and I would still feel like we owe you. I want all of us to be able to move on from this mess, so I will pay back that money. I don't care if I have to transfer it or bring it to you in cash. I'll fold goddamn airplanes out of every bill and personally throw them through your office window if that's what it takes.'

'Just accept it, boss. She isn't going to let this go otherwise...'

Marty chuckles beside me. He's right though... I mutter to myself as I wait for my uncle's answer.

'Fine.'

He eventually grumbles reluctantly, clearly not excited about it. But I ignore his scolding gaze as I remind myself of something else and say.

'If you truly want to make amends, there's something else you can do though...'

'Name it.'

He says determinedly, propping himself up in his chair interested in what I'm about to say.

'Adam 'trip' Baxter. He grew up around these parts. He's a DJ now but used to be in the racing scene. He's the one who caused the car crash Matt was in years ago, he purposely pushed him off the road. We hadn't seen him since, up until a few weeks ago... We ran into the bastard by accident and he still denied his involvement in the accident, picking a fight instead. To say we were angry is an understatement...'

Rocco lifts his brows as if to say 'makes sense' and beckons me to continue.

'I threatened him that if he ever was to show himself around us or the races in whatever shape or form again he would regret it. I intend to follow through with that threat if he doesn't listen. Even if I've left the racing scene years ago, I will not allow someone like him to risk the well-being of other drivers. It's not that I ask you to keep tabs on him. I just want your promise that if you ever get word of him showing himself around that world, you'll deal with it in whatever way you see fit.'

'Consider it done. We've got a few connections, so I'll spread a message to be on the lookout for him. If word gets back to me that he involves himself within those circles, I'll deal with it.'

I give him a curt nod, preparing to take my leave. Finally dragging my feet off his desk to which he literally sighs in relief, making me giggle as I stand up and say.

'Now, if you'll excuse me. There's somewhere else I need to be. I have to make sure he's alright and be there when he wakes.'

Both men nod at me as I start to stroll towards the door, only to be stopped in my tracks by my uncle's voice.

'He does love you, you know...'

He states humoredly, making me swirl back around. My mouth is slightly ajar as I gape down at him and ask confusedly.

'H-How on earth would you know that?'

He gives me a lopsided grin, leaning back in his chair as he chuckles.

'I had a heartfelt moment with the guy when I met him in a casino back in Vegas. Why else would I go out of my way to help someone like him financially while he wasn't from around here? We barely ever do business with someone so far away. Not even counting in the fact that there was no certainty whatsoever of him paying me back.'

'Yeah, I did wonder how the two of you ever came in contact with each other...'

I mumble my thoughts aloud. It's something that has been running through my mind ever since I found out about the whole ordeal.

'We went there for a brief holiday. I was sitting at one of the bars when I met him, we shared a few drinks and started to chat. Now I'm not going to tell you what he said exactly, you should ask him yourself. But he did mention he wanted to go back home and find the woman he loved. He said she'd broken his heart years ago but he recently found out something that ...didn't add up.'

So he did in fact come back for me? I wonder, blinking rapidly as I try to wrap my head around this new information. Wait... I broke him? I murmur confusedly as I think over what he just said, but my uncle doesn't give me the time to delve deeper as he continues.

'Now that I think back about it, I remember him gazing up at one of the television screens in the bar several times between our chatter. You were on stage, singing. He had this nostalgic glimmer in his eyes, but at the time I just figured it was because of the song you sang. The lyrics resonating with his circumstances and all that... Anyway, he never mentioned the girl's name to me so I never made the connection, until now. The woman he spoke about. You. I could tell he loved her deeply. Which is what eventually persuaded me to lend him the money he needed. What can I say? I'm a sucker for true love... If he is as important to you as what you exclaimed earlier? You better not let it slip through your fingers, Lexi... You only find a true mate once in your lifetime, cherish it.'

I can't help but shake my head, not because I don't believe his words. No... I want to smack that goddamn fool as soon as he opens his eyes! I curse to myself, massaging my temples. I never gave two shits about his money, for all I cared he was a homeless person when he came back to us. I'd still love the damn idiot. I grunt, not able to believe he would paint me as the materialistic type. I turn my attention back to my uncle who's watching me, amusement flickering in his eyes as I tell him laughingly.

'Okay, now you've reached the point of giving me relationship advice I know it's definitely time for me to hit the road. This is getting downright creepy!'

My comment makes both of them chuckle loudly as my uncle gets up from his chair, giving me a nod as he says.

'You're probably right. Although, I meant what I said just now. Not just anyone can tame the darkness that lives inside of us.'

He smiles gently before plopping down in his chair again, concentrating back on the papers in front of him not expecting an answer. I bite my lip nodding my goodbye at Marty who sends me a cheeky grin in return when my uncle mumbles, looking up from his papers once more.

'Oh, and Lexi... I know it's a lot to ask, especially considering the circumstances, but Elena would love it if you guys would drop by sometime. I'm not expecting you to answer right away. Give it some thought and talk it over with Alex and Rebekah. At the end of the day, we are still family and we've lost more than enough of our loved ones already. We'd love to see you every once in a while and catch up...'

I tap my fingers against the wooden doorframe, unsure how to answer that or how I even feel about the proposal in general. How did I get from almost shooting the guy when I came in here, to something of a Christmas invitation before I leave? I wonder as I eventually give him half a smile and sigh.

'We'll think about it, but I won't make any promises.'

'That's good enough for me.'

He smiles in return and I lift my hand in a quick wave before taking my leave, this time for real. As I start to make my way outside of the mansion I can't help but snicker seeing all of the relieved faces from the guards as soon as they realize I'm heading home.

Just as I set foot out of the front door and the early morning sun hits my skin, a low smug voice rings from behind me.

'If it isn't Lexi Davins... Do what do we owe the pleasure of a superstar visiting us mere mortals?'

I roll my eyes, heaving an over-exaggerated sigh as I turn around to face none other than my annoying nephew.

'Luca... You sound so much like your old man that it makes my skin crawl... Couldn't you at least grant me the satisfaction of walking out of here without having to see your troublesome ass?'

'Now where would be the fun in that?'

He grins as he jogs up to me and I can't help but roll my eyes again when I notice he's only wearing his sweatpants lowly hanging on his hips, along with a see-through vest that defies all-purpose of wearing one in the first place. Which is probably why he didn't even bother to zip it up. I snort silently as I can't help but glance over his abbs. If he wasn't my obnoxious cousin, I had to admit he sure as hell turned out to be a real stud. I think quietly as he tips his head eying me from underneath his sunglasses. His disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes are a clear indication he had a late one last night and he'd only just woken up, probably oblivious to all the commotion that went on moments ago as he teases.

'You sure as hell look better on television.'

'Yeah, well... Your dad is to blame for that.'

I grumble crossing my arms, having forgotten my disheveled state. He lifts his eyebrow in confusion and I quickly give him a once-over of what happened until Luca suddenly barks out in laughter.

'You ...threatened my father? With a gun?'

I quickly flash him the Colt hidden in my jacket, his grin dropping immediately as he snaps.

'Are you out of your goddamn mind! Dad could've~'

'What? Kill me? I'm your bloody niece Luca! Besides, I was more tempted to return the favor ...I can assure you.'

'What did you do?'

He asks, his voice suddenly a tad darker. He sure as hell resembles my grandfather's authority the most... I think to myself remembering that even though he isn't Rocco's eldest son, Luca is the next one in line as head of the Whitfield empire.

'Relax, I didn't hurt your old man. Even if I had every right since that's exactly what you guys did to us.'

I hiss annoyed back at him. Jesus Christ, you irritated the hell out of me when we were kids and apparently you still haven't outgrown that trade! I grumble to myself, always having liked his siblings more than him.

'You know that was a mistake!'

He argues back. There's that word again, mistake. I take a deep breath, balling my hand into a fist in order to suppress my resentment as I bite out.

'Yeah, a fucking mistake we have to suffer for every single day.'

He grumbles something under his breath, knowing I'm right so he's not able to comment. I condescendingly lift my brow, almost daring him to go against me.

'What did you end up doing then?'

Luca whispers lowly, deciding it's probably for the best not to take the bait. Evading confrontation is something the Whitfields excel at... I scoff before answering him.

'Let's just say one of your guys won't be entering a marathon anytime soon...'

'You shot him in the leg?'

Luca questions astounded. I shrug my shoulders, lazily looking around before I say.

'Hit him in the knee to be more exact... Your father seemed rather impressed by my aim.'

'Bloody hell, Lexi. The guy was just following orders. I told him to send the guy a warning, why didn't anyone tell me about this?'

Luca snaps, probably more startled by the fact that I actually shot someone instead of being frightened for the guy's wellbeing. I tilt my head, my eyes telling me I'm not amused by his words as I ask him through gritted teeth.

'Would you've rather had I shot one of you? Either you or your old man? I've got enough bullets left if that's what you truly desire?'

'Of course not!'

He swears, glaring at me from underneath his sunglasses. Not willing to back down, I keep squinting back up at him. You decided not to put your foot in it. I tell him silently and he eventually heaves a sigh and mutters.

'I'm still not happy about it...'

'Neither am I.'

I snap back, done with all of this nonsense. He inches a bit closer, studying my face intently as he asks.

'You honestly think he deserved that?'

'Well, Karma's a bitch!'

I shoot back infuriated. Matt didn't deserve it either. I want to add, but before I get the chance we get interrupted by some female voice shouting behind us.

'What the hell is your fucking problem?!'

Stunned by the coldness in her tone I turn around. Luca also tips his head to the side, looking taken aback as a woman with dark hair dashes up the stairs. Seems pretty crowded here at the crack of dawn... I think to myself, as she looks almost as enraged as when I got here earlier. Is this a Whitfield thing? Pissing off women as they please? I wonder as her features turn from angered to startled as soon as she takes a good look at my face. Great, she recognized me... I grumble to myself as Luca looks between me and the woman with a humorous grin on his face. Oh, just fucking fantastic! She's probably one of his jealous fuckbuddy's... I groan silently, realizing how bad it must look. My cousin standing next to me half naked, with his bed hair while I look like an utter mess. Just perfect. I suppress the urge to gag. The idea of sharing a bed with Luca is enough to make my skin crawl. Not in the mood for yet another fight, I sigh exasperated, turning my attention back on Luca as I mutter with a bad taste lingering in my mouth.

'I'll be going, so you can have your ...fill.'

I gesture to my car, his wicked grin spreading even more as he seems to enjoy the situation. But I pay him, and the girl who watches me in horror, no mind as I stalk past her and walk down the stairs. I've had more than enough of this shitshow, you can slaughter him for all I care... I sigh to myself as I reach the end of the steps. Okay, maybe not. I wouldn't wish for the girl to get into these troublesome circles. I groan again as I can't seem to help myself, wanting to play the good Samaritan. The least I can do is try to warn her so she knows what she's getting herself into... I roll my eyes, annoyed with myself as I turn back around, looking up at the unfamiliar woman as I say.

'Hey you, here's a little piece of advice. If I were you, I'd stay as far away as possible from the Whitfields...'

She looks confused by my words, which doesn't make any sense... Unless, she doesn't wish to be here either. Which, in turn, would make total sense. I decide to let it slide, having at least done one good deed today by trying to look out for her. Even if she looks like a woman who can defend herself if needed. She bites her lip, probably unsure how to answer while Luca stands there breathing down her neck with a smug look on his face. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him and remind myself that this girl knows who I am. Marvelous... I grunt, my agitation back within a flash as I tell Luca motioning between me and the woman.

'Make sure you take care of this before she goes, alright?'

'Yeah, yeah...'

He waves me off like it's no big deal and I eye him one more time to make sure he takes this seriously before I hop back in my car. I can't have people yapping that I'm associated with the Whitfields. Let alone that they would find out I'm their damn niece... I cuss to myself. Not giving the house, or my nephew and his sidekick, a second glance as I drive off...

'Just wait for me a little longer, Matty. I'm coming home as soon as I can...'

I breathe deeply, all of the build-up tension finally slipping away now that everything is done and I'm leaving that godforsaken place behind me. More than ready to see Matt again now that I'm sure he won't have to suffer again from my family's hand.