The third point of view:

"What's your name?" Isabella asked the hitman who Miguel had placed as her escort. He was the same person her mother Reina had tried to poach. If only he had agreed to help them, the smile would have been slapped off Miguel's expression already.

"Jean," He answered grumbly as if telling her his name was a huge task.

"You haven't hurt a kid before, right?" she asked, as soon as they reached her parent's bedroom.

Isabella has been observing him and so far, he wasn't like the rest of his cruel men - he was the only one with a moral code. He was obviously uncomfortable with the treatment being meted out on her mother Reina. If only there was a way she could draw him over to their side, it would be beneficial. As much as she and her siblings still had their element of surprise, they still needed a big guy with the guns.

Jean arched a brow at her, "Do you want to taste that theory," He hinted that she shouldn't test him.

Facing him, Isabella entered the room with her back, "Surely, you have a daughter..."

His brows raised

"Or a wife?"

His second brow raised

"Or a girlfriend? Or grandmother? Or a loved one? But the point is, imagine us as one of them, would you let us die in the hands of that monster?"

Isabella persuaded him and for a moment there, she thought she had finally gotten to Jean until he said, "Are you getting the phone or should I move your ass?"

Fine, Isabella decided she would make a risky move when the time comes. She believed somewhere that amid his firm demeanor, there was some good in his heart.

"I'm done," Isabella announced as soon as she got the phone and both of them headed downstairs without saying a word to one another.

"Here, they are," Miguel happily chirped, taking the phone from her grip and signaled Jean to hold her still so she doesn't try a funny move.

"Password," He handed the phone over to Reina who didn't fight with him this time, and unlocked the phone - it seems she had a change of heart.

"Name?" he demanded, almost looking like a tax collector while strolling through her contacts as if his action wasn't an invasion of privacy.

"The beast," Was Reina's reply.

"What?" Miguel didn't believe her.

"You heard me right the first time,"

"Seriously?" he was amused at the revelation, "Don't you guys have some romance in your relationship or what?"

By the side, Isabella shook her head in pity for the asshole, if only he knew the hidden meaning behind that name.

"Well, beast it is," He said and dialed the number. The phone rang only for a second before it was picked - Niklaus must really be anxious.

"Reina?" Miguel heard his voice and massive joy filled his soul to sense the desperation in his tone. His plan was working.

"Hello, darling," Miguel answered.

Reina was disgusted with Miguel's sickly sweet response. She understood how worried Niklaus would be about her right now.

"Miguel?" Niklaus guessed it was him.

"The one and only," He chuckled into the phone. This was so funny, "How do you like my plan?"

"You're going to wish you were never born once I get my hands on you," Niklaus promised him, anger in his tone.

"Quite funny, but I think you're the one at my mercy since I have your lovely wife by my side," He turned his head to Reina, "Come on, say hello to your beast of a husband," he referred to the nickname Reina had used for Niklaus.

Honestly, Isabella had expected Reina to keep mum but instead, she gestured to Miguel to come closer. The instant the phone was within a hearing range, Reina screamed,

"Don't come here, Niklaus! It's not your fault! I don't blame -!" the phone was ripped away and she was roughly kicked to the side.

"What did you do to her?!" Niklaus had heard the kick and her moan of pain, "Did you hit her you asshole!" he was seeing red. How dare he hit Reina?

"What do you think?" Miguel chuckled, incited by her misery, "This is just the beginning,"

Having said that and with the conversation on phone still ongoing, Miguel grabbed Reina and pulled on her bloody arm where she had been shot.

Reina screamed bloody murder from the torture and the asshole called Miguel brought the phone closer so her cry of agony could be heard loud and clear by Niklaus.

"Stop it! I said stop it!" Niklaus bellowed into the phone yet the psycho wasn't close to ending it.

"So tell me, how does it feel to lose a loved one?" Miguel asked him, adding more pressure to the injured arm. Reina screamed like a banshee.

Meanwhile, Allen, Neon, and Ailee couldn't take it anymore, neither could Isabella as well. It was time. If they died, then so be it.

"Now!" Isabella gave them the signal they wanted and the kids sprang into action.

Ailee was the first to strike the man holding onto her and Neon, on the hand with her hairpin and while the men shrieked and pulled away from his arm as a reflex action, Neon dropped Mr. Smuff on his body.

On Allen's side, he ordered his robotic spider through the personalized voice command function to attack and the little thing crawled off his wrist onto the arm of his opponent's body, which then crawled up to the rest of his body beneath his clothe and began to bite the man in respective spots on his body.

"Cynthia attack enemy!" Isabella commanded and a robot named Cynthia walked out of nowhere as Jean struggled to hold onto her so she doesn't break out of his grasp like her other siblings - at the moment.

"Running facial recognition system…. said the robot,"Enemies detected… Fire!"

The beam was fired straight at Jean's hands causing him to let go of her while Isabella used that opportunity to turn around and hit the man at the place where the sun never shines.

It was time for their liberation.