Ashton decided I'd sobered up enough to learn his truths tonight as well.

The whole car ride to his house, I was obnoxiously giddy about being an aunt. I never saw this coming, I mean once in the third grade we had a mud pie dinner just to announce Nash had changed her favorite color to green.

I was expecting a very dramatic dinner is what I'm trying to say.

When we arrived in front of Ashton's house, I noticed the front yard was scattered with several men, one being Marco. As we got closer and closer to the men, I noticed they all stood still with their heads bowed as we approached them.

Strange..

"Its done.. he took the girl and said he'll be coming for the other one too." His head hung in shame and I realized quickly he was talking to Ashton when he let out his infamous growl beside me.

"Did you just warn me that he will be coming for what is mine?"

I studied Ashton's face, wondering if this would be the moment I learned everything. I knew it would change any feelings I currently knew and was I really ready for that?

However, his eyes landed on me and I could tell he held back the rest of what he was going to say.

Typical.

"Ready?"

Ashton nudged my side causing me to snap out of my thoughts and shoot a small smile his way.

He snaked his arm around my waist as we made our way into the house, and this time I was able to take a good look around, without the distractions.

The house was enormous, although I'd only ever seen the front rooms. The parts that I had seen, for the most part, were completely vacant of any furniture and it lacked a cozy vibe at all.

It almost felt like a shell of a home,

a forbidden home.

I simultaneously followed Ashton up the stairs, and we ended up in front of huge double doors.

"This is my office, I figured we should start here."

Ashton's voice was much deeper then usual, indicating he was a bit nervous. Nonetheless, he pushed open the double doors and I let out a strangled gasp at the scene that unfolded behind him.

The office was humongous, no desk in sight. I took note of the clay brick walls since no other rooms leading here seemed to have them. Bookshelf's fit into every wall, filled with some sort of files but that seemed to be the only furniture around. As my eyes scanned the room vigorously, they fell on thick, rusted chains in the corner of room with a sickening amount of dried blood lightly staining the floor beneath them.

As I looked over to Ashton, I noticed his eyes were already rested on me, watching my every move. I blew out a heavy breath, choosing the wording of my next question very carefully.

"I don't understand.. Ash-Ashton what kind of work do you do?"

Silence echoed around us as he stared intently at me. His eyes never left mine as he began to take slow, predatory steps in my direction. I felt my chest begin to rise and fall more rapidly with each achingly slow, steady step he took towards me.

It seemed as if the bricks from the wall came tumbling in the closer he got to me, causing sweat to pour from my hands.

" work."

He uttered simply, although his voice was contrastingly dark.

"Those chains you were staring at over there?" He gestured to the corner, where the dried bloody chains lay in a hopeless heap,

"Ashley lay there not even hours before you arrived."

Now we stood toe to toe,

chest to chest.

I could feel his heavy breathing and I knew he could feel mine. My eyes flutter shut, as I tried to comprehend and react normally to the situation. As if there is anything normal about this situation!

They called him boss but why?

The boss of what?

Scar

"No," I whispered in pure disbelief, "You can't be Ashton, that can't be." My voice cracked, making me weaker in his eyes.

I stared at the man in front of me, waves of shock lighting through my body.

This wasn't Ashton.

I always knew there were two sides of him.

Everyday I watched him desperately try and keep this side of him from taking over.

Scar.

It was him after all,

they called him Scar because that's who he was. Who was I kidding? I had gotten to know Ashton. The shadow of a man who lives in secret.

The name rung over and over and over again inside my head, piercing my ears, making my insides scream out.

"Say it!"

he yelled slamming my body against the wall behind me, my head hitting the wall with the rest of my body causing me to let out a cry.

"Please Ashton, you can't do this I have a family-" I yelled back, a tear sliding down my cheek.

He cut me off with a dark laugh, his stone cold expression glued to my frightened one.

"This is your family now,

Moore Blood Mafia,

welcome my sweet Amaretto."

With his last words, I felt a sharp pinch in the crook of my neck.

With a struggled scream, my body dropped to the floor, where I came face to face with a thick needle that had just accompanied my skin.

My last conscious thoughts revolves around if I would wake up in the bloody chains.