Luca's POV

"Sam, Samuel, Sammy," I say, casually waving my gun around pacing back and front of the backstabbing dick tied to a chair in front of me. My white tank top is soaked in blood from beating the shit out of him and now I just want the god damn papers.

"Where are my papers?" I question, stopping in front of his bruised body. This is about the 20th time I have asked this question.

"What- I-" he stutters but stops talking altogether when the door slams open. Helena walks in, a smirk on her face, rocking a cute woolen sweatshirt and jeans. Cole, one of my men, rushes in fast, panting.

"Sorry boss, couldn't stop her," he says. She rolls her eyes and I wave him off.

"Yes, bella?"

"You looked to be getting nowhere in here so I decided to help," she says, popping her fingers and walking over to the weapons table. I don't see her grab anything but she walks over to Samuel and gives him a breathtaking smile. She pulls off her sweatshirt and throws it by the table so she is just wearing a black bralette and jeans.

"How you doing Sam?" she questions. He grunts in response. She walks around and starts rubbing his shoulders.

"You are so tense, jesus, you act like your gonna die or something," she says. She laughs silently to herself and continues rubbing his shoulders. Her hands linger in certain spots to long, which I don't like. She starts whispering something into Sam's ear. He smirks and nods and she smiles. She climbs on his lap straddling him and keeps whispering things. She starts rubbing her hands down his chest and down his thighs before bucking her hips into his.

"Samuel," I barely hear her urge under her breathe as she continues her assault. He tries holding himself back but she won't keep her hands off him. She trails her fingers up his thigh before gripping him with one hand.

"Noah, Noah took them," he breathes out fast. She smirks and he growls, noticing his mistake. She smiles at him and stands up walking over to me. She gives me a hug which is not normal but I hug her back.

"Looks like my ex-best friend is involved with your 'papers'," she says giving me the look that says 'you will have to explain eventually' and walks out. Before she shuts the door a gunshot goes off and Samuel's head slouches into his shoulder.

I look up at Elena who smiles at me innocently and tucks the gun into the back of her jeans. She walks out of the room well I walk over to the weapons table to grab a new gun. Then I notice her sweatshirt and my eyes widen. She is out there, in a house with over 20 hormonal adult males, in a black lacy bralette and jeans.

"Helena Grace," I shout, sprinting out of the basement.

Elena's POV

"Die Hard is a Christmas movie," Dash retorts sipping his whiskey. I roll my eyes and continue texting my mom on repeat that both Miles and I are just fine. She won't stop asking, my dad hasn't asked once. Not that I expect him to.

"Yo, Gracey, what do you think?" Cameron questions me.

"Die hard is 100% a Christmas movie, now can you take a picture of me with this newspaper so I can prove to my mom that I'm alive," I say, handing him my phone on camera and grabbing the newspaper on the coffee table in front of me. He laughs well Dash just looks at me confusedly.

"Her mom gets really protective, but she does have a reason. There have been a couple of times Elena has been taken where we have just said nothing has happened and she has been either shot to near-death or kidnapped and held by gunpoint, this is her being chill." Alexander butts in, smiling at the camera, swinging an arm around my makeshift 'I promise the killers are keeping me alive' photo that kidnappers take to prove that their prisoner that there holding for ransom is still alive.

Luca enters the living room with a sour face. He looks at me but adverts eye contact right away.

"Keen, I need you to go meet Madison in the Lab, she found some blood at the house and is trying to match it, she needs some help" he says, Keen nods.

"Yo, Luca, Die Hard?" Alexander asks. Luca nods and sits, grabbing MY bourbon, from the table in front of him. He takes a long swig and I do the only thing that makes sense, I smack him upside the head.

"What the fu-"

"Mom, I'm ready for nap," Miles screams from the top of the stairs, interrupting Luca.

"Okay bambino, two seconds," I grab my bottle from Luca and take the last swig, enjoying the taste of the bourbon slide down my throat. I salute to the men in the room before making my way up the stairs, to my baby.

A loud scream, followed by a crash, made me break into a sprint.

"Miles," I scream, if not to inform him of my presence, but also the other men just down the stairs. I slam open Luca's bedroom door, gun already drawled out. The room was empty and the balcony doors were open wide. Marcus, a guard, was lying on the floor. I rushed over to feel a pulse but felt none.

"Fuck," I stand up.

I pressed the emergency intercom and ordered a lockdown on the whole premises. I run through the room, throwing bedding, searching closets, his bathroom, on the balcony. I didn't let the tears fall, I just searched, hoping that just maybe he would be in a place if I looked again.

I felt a presence behind me and turned around in one swift movement, knocking the person to the ground, pointing my gun at there body.

"You know, my dad always said that you would remember a person forever, if you fought them and got bruised ribs. I really didn't want this to be the most memorable thing between us, but okay," Luca says sarcastically, holding his hands in surrender. I sigh and place my gun back behind Luca's shirt, which he demanded I wear, after leaving interrogation in a bralette.

"Boss, we checked the whole property, whoever came and took him got out before we checked," A young man says, walking into the room. He looked at me with sorrowful eyes and gave me a sympathetic smile. I just gave him a weak one in return and walked out of the room, ignoring Luca's questions of were I was to be going.

"Elena, calm down, we need to go over security footage," Cameron says, gripping my arm. I give him a curt nod and walk to Luca's office, already typing in his laptops password when he enters.

"Here, let me get in for you," he says, referring to the password, I roll my eyes and scroll through the footage, rewinding the hallway camera to Miles walking up the stairs. He walks down the halls, humming a Italian lullaby that I sing to him before he sleeps every night.

He walks into Luca's bedroom, when someone pulls him in all the way. He screams and that sends me hurdling up the stairs. I scream out his name and run to the room. 20 seconds pass before Luca runs up the stairs, gun drawn, ready to shoot. I stop the scene there and look at Luca who is beside me.

"I'm still shocked you got into my computer," he states. I roll my eyes and slam his computer shut, walking over to his bar, to the side of his desk. I grab the whiskey and turn around. Luca goes to grab the bottle out of my hand but I knee him in the balls and walk out.

"E, how are you?" Cameron questions. I give him a forced smile and nod my head.

"Okay," I say walking around him.

"You can't get drunk again, E. This has happened before, he will be fine. There is know way this is connected to the attack on the house, there is no way anyone knew we would come here," Cameron says.

"Cameron, they came into Luca's room, where me and Miles were staying. They shot Marcus, the same Marcus who just this morning promised his wife a movie night for working so much." I say stopping to take a breath.

"I might not have known him personally, but his blood is on MY hands. And before you say its not, that they were looking for Luca, they weren't. The video shows them ready for Miles, crouched down to his 3 year old size of a body ready to snatch him away from me. They left no note for ransom, left no sign of wanting Luca and taking him as leverage instead." I say turning around.

"This was planned out, and executed with one purpose. They came ready for Miles and left without taking anyone else. This wasn't meant for Luca, it wasn't meant for Helena Torres. That's why they went after Elena's house, and Elena's kid, not Helena's anything, not Luca's anything. They wanted to make this personal, they wanted me to play the game I created, and now I am. So yes, there is 124% of a chance this is connected to the attack on the house, and as for the no one knew we came here, there's only one explanation for that." I say, shoving him against a wall.

"And that would be a mole, in either our group of 6 people who survived the house fire and shootout or one of Luca's men, even Luca himself because I won't trust anyone until my kid is in my arms, so when I make that kidnapper board, don't take it personally when you face is chilling right next to his. " releasing his collar.