A long fucking night.

"You filthy bastard!" I spat.

"Becky!" Sinister's cold voice perfumed through the air.

"How dare you?!" Diana scowled at me as she ran towards her brother's side.

I ignored the little girl and locked my eyes dangerously with Vitaly as I clutched his shirt vigorously, "Where is she? Tell me! What the hell did you do to her? Vitaly!"

"Becky," Sinister's voice was suddenly near me and I felt his presence at my side trying to calm me, although it was futile.

"Sin - he… he has Rebecca. He has her, Sinister." I frantically replied in frustration, "He has Rebecca."

"Calm down."

"I can't calm down! Oh God, I can't! He has my best friend, who knows what he did to her!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Vitaly chuckled.

"You're a liar!" I exclaimed.

"Vitaly," Amala began calmly as she walked towards us with Veronica at her side, "Do you have anything to do with what the girl is saying?"

"Me, mother?" He scoffed, "No."

"There. My son has given his words."

Was she serious?

"Your son," I frowned, "Tried to kill me."

"And yet, you're alive?" She quickly replied, "I know what he's capable of."

"Amala," Sinister began with a scowl, "Enough of this!"

"Alright, alright," She smirked and looked towards Vitaly, "Where's the other girl? What did you do to her?"

"What's the matter, Salvatore? Are you looking to buy another girl like you bought this one? Save one for me at least." Vitaly chuckled while staring at me.

Buy me?

He did what?

"Whose list did you put her under?" Sinister's face suddenly turned to stone.

"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it? And besides, I have nothing to do with it."

In that second, Sinister aggressively clutched his shirt, "kogda ya Naidu yeyo, ya ne poshazhu tebya." When I find her, I won't spare you.

"A girl for a girl doesn't seem unfair to me to be quite honest." Diana stated angrily, "Your friend for our sister. You're lucky it's not you who's missing. Hell, you're lucky your man saved your soggy ass. If you ask me, you should be dear just like my sister. You should be punished for what you did."

Hearing the girl say that to me, for some reason, hurt. She hadn't said anything wrong. I am lucky. It should be me instead of Rebecca. This wasn't right. And I should be punished for what I did. I killed someone. I didn't just hurt someone- I killed someone. My emotions conflicted within me as I didn't know what to feel anymore.

"I've had enough of this." Sinister stated angrily, "Rosalie was a traitor, and she'll always be. If Grey here hadn't killed her, I assure you all that I would have."

At the same moment, he took my hand in his and pulled me out of the house with him. His hold on me was tight and angry yet, it lingered in my blood most peculiarly.

Walking straight to a car, he opened a Ferrari door with a sigh.

"It's going to be a long fucking night, Grey."

"What did she mean by you bought me?" I asked as I allowed myself to be comfortable in the seat of his car yet, my voice had an uncomfortable tremble.

"Never mind that. It's nothing." He stared as he tightened his hands on his steering wheel while he drove.

"Please," My voice begged as I placed a hand over one of his, "Please tell me, Sinister."

That brief moment, he looked at my hand over his and gave a soft, tired sigh with a frown. "I could say something snarky to you right now, Becky, but for some odd reason I'm unable to bring myself to hurt your feelings."

Well, that was oddly out of context.

Confusion plagued my face at the manner and tone he just used towards me. I hesitantly pulled my hand away and bit my lips nervously while I looked ahead. The sky was dark and dangerous while the wind tousled my hair gently. I exhaled the eeriness of the ambiance and opened my mouth slightly to allow my words to fall out.

"Please, tell me Rebecca's alright."

"She will be." He answered almost automatically.

"You know where she is then?"

"I have an idea."

Hearing that, I felt some sort of relief engulf me.

"I'm taking you back to the house." He stated firmly.

"What?"

"You heard me, Grey."

"No, I'm not going back there. I left for a reason. I'm sorry, but I think your family's insane." I retorted in frustration.

"It's safer there than where I'm going." His hand on the steering tightened again.

"Sinister, no, that would just waste time. Who knows what could happen to Rebecca by the time you take to luggage me back to your house. I don't want to take that risk."

"I can't take you with me, Grey." He stated again, this time his voice ached in a crushing frustration.

"Where do you think she could be anyway?"

"I have an idea who Vitaly probably sold her to. They work well together. She could be at the trap house."

"The trap house? What's that?"

"Not a place for a lady as yourself to be." He sighed, "Drug dealers, Arms lords, Traffickers, it's the full work there."

"You're not serious." I frowned.

"Do I look like I'm fooling around with you, Grey?"

"Then drive faster!"

"Fuck, woman. I'm right here. I can hear you, no need to scream in my ear." He answered, obviously pissed.

"I'm sorry, I just…"

"Nothing would happen to your friend, I assure you of that. If Vitaly got a hold of her then she not too long arrived at the trap house."

"Well, good." I felt relieved, a bit.

"The level of trust you have in me is beyond words, sweetheart." He chuckled.

"Well, men are men. You can't trust them, period."

Sinister laughed and for done odd reason made me suddenly get these pleasing goosebumps. Rubbing my arms back to normal, he glimpsed at me.

"Are you cold?"