The third point of view:

Reina knew she couldn't let Amanda die, that woman had far more been a motherly figure to her than Angela and Nadia put together - though both women changed in the end. Amanda was the first nice mother she ever had as Maya and she sure wouldn't abandon her, not in this perilous circumstance.

"You have me, now let the woman go!" She ordered Miguel, her gun still focused on him in case he tried any stupid game with her. However, all three of Miguel's remaining men had their gun on her as well and they wouldn't hesitate to blast her body with bullets if she dared to pull the trigger.

"Welcome Reina," Miguel's expression brightened at the sight of her; the long-awaited one.

"Let her go!" Reina insisted through gritted teeth. The sight of Miguel's fisted hand around Amanda's curls was making her blood boil. Amanda was an elderly woman, she needed to be treated with care and respect, not abused this way.

"I said let her go!" She saw red.

"Welcome to my great city of ruins, Reina, and I believe you don't do negotiations with a gun pointed at the master," his eyes twinkled, "Or have you forgotten the rules of the games,"

Reina knew this was a mistake, a big terrible mistake, but there was nothing she could do. Amanda's life was hanging on the line here. So Reina did the dumbest thing; she dropped her gun to the floor with her hand raised in the air.

She literally gave up on the weapon that might have helped her escape from here. Reina watched as his men kick the gun far away from her lest she springs a surprise attack on them.

"Your turn now," She reminded him of their agreement.

"Of course," Miguel smirked, then pushed Amanda away quite roughly the way a kid bored of a toy would in a condescending manner. Amanda fell to the ground, yelping in pain.

"Amanda!" Reina was shocked at the treatment and tried to go over to her but what she received was a hit to the stomach.

"Argh," Reina bent over in pain, clutching her stomach. She felt everything she had eaten for the day rush up to her throat. God, this was awful.

"What was that for?" Miguel glared at his subordinate that had touched her.

The subordinate's gaze was full of hatred as he stared at his partner on the floor dead, "She killed my partner,"

"You killed her people as well," Miguel reminded him while Reina watched the scene with furrowed brows.

Something wasn't right. She could sense some sort of disparity between Miguel and his men. Although veering for the leader position was common amongst gangs - which was why the strongest ruled - but the tension between men was too strange. There was no respect in the eyes of the so thought subordinate which could only mean... Reina's eyes widened, they weren't Miguel's men. These men were hired.

It finally made sense. No matter how she thought about it, Miguel was not powerful enough to take on the Falcon Gang all by himself. It was impossible to resuscitate his brother Gerald's gang in a spur of seven years without Sakuzi hearing of it. He had outside help and this realization spun hope for Reina - she had to take advantage of this.

"We had a deal," the man insisted.

"You all knew this mission was risky so don't pull that shit on me. I lost men too," Miguel shut the man up. It was obvious the hitman had more to say but there was no more fault to hold on to.

"Moreover, that's no way to treat a lady," Miguel drawled, going over to Reina who was still on her knees, clutching her stomach.

With a sadistic smile that sent shivers down her spine, Miguel lifted her chin with two fingers, looking her over.

"I can obviously see why that Spencer bastard can't take his eyes off you, you're one of a kind," Miguel's tongue flickered out to lick his lips with a vile look that made the hairs on Reina's arms stand on edge. She didn't like where this was going.

Although Reina's beauty hadn't been a head-turner when she lived as Maya, it was a different story now. As money was no longer a problem to her, Reina had the best skin treatment and resources to take care of her body, hence her hidden beauty all those years reflected. With the right nutrition, body instructor, and fashion, Reina was transformed into a goddess.

"Take your hands off me!" She shook his hands off him with her good arm.

If it wasn't for the fact that this son of a bastard was standing right in front of her and she'd witnessed his level of cruelty, one would never believe Miguel was able to hurt a fly. The man wasn't big nor brawny as per most people's expectations judging from his savagery.

Miguel was tall and lean, not lanky, and wore a study glass that gave him a nerdy look. Although he had a babyface, the glint in his green eyes spoke of great mischief. The quiet type were the most dangerous ones, that saying wasn't far from home right now.

"You're also feisty, I like that," He grabbed her chin once again.

This time Reina turned her head to the side in a bid to shake him off her, the man stubbornly held on. In fact, his grasp was so strong that Reina feared he was going to crush her chin.

"I had planned to capture you and record me killing you to your father, but ever since my eyes fell on you I keep having second thoughts,"

Reina didn't show the fact he was hurting her nor did she dare cry. She would not show any form of weakness, not in front of the bastard. She was a Sakuzi, born strong from the womb and would not surrender easily.

"How much did he pay you? I would pay five times more!" Reina said out of nowhere to everyone's shock. Even Miguel released her chin and took a step back, unable to believe what just happened.

The leader of the hitmen - the one who punched her earlier - glanced up at her with an unfathomable expression,

"What?"

"I'll give you five times whatever he gave you if you spare my life," Reina went on confidently, "I don't know what mercenary guild you're from, but you should know my father already. Sakuzi won't give up until he eradicates every last one of you, even to your third generation," that was how vengeful Sakuzi was once his family was touched.

Miguel grew pale, "What are you doing you bitch!" He tried to hit her but the hitman gestured to him to stop.

"What are you doing?" Miguel was uneasy.

"I need to talk to her and as you said, that's no way to treat a lady," He used his own words against him.

Although hesitant, Miguel's let got of her but the murderous gaze he gave her would last forever in Reina's memory.

The man crouched down till they were on the same eye level, "It's not about the money,"

"What then?" She was desperate to do anything to save her life.

"I would have helped you out…"

Miguel hissed at that comment, yet didn't move.

The man went on, "But some favors have to be paid no matter how hard it is,"

"Oh," Reina found out the man was indebted to Miguel. This was the end then. She knew how much gangs value their promises.

"And now we're done," Miguel learned his lesson and didn't hesitate to proceed with his plan, "Let's begin,"

Reina yelped in pain, tears almost escaping her eyes as that son of a biscuit pulled her up to her feet by the hair.

However, none of them expected kids from God knows where to burst into the room saying,

"Leave our mother alone or.....!"