AN: Another chapter to sort of tide you over. I do love reviews, anyway enjoy.

Quinn had seen a lot of terrible shit in her life, mostly in the past ten years. She had beaten people within an inch of their lives, she had tortured people and she had most definitely killed people. Some of it was in self-defense, other times it was an execution style hit. But never had she done something like this. Burnt someone alive. It took a special kind of person to do something like that and she would recognize Satan's handiwork anywhere. The smell that lingered around the doorway made her feel nauseated, but she kept her face neutral instead of throwing up like Puck had. "Take him down." Quinn ordered immediately.

Sam made a face as he stared at the charred remains of Ryder. He was busy fighting slight nausea. The smell from the corpse is enough to make him gag. "I can't believe I'm saying this but we should probably wait for Sue and the rest of the Lima PD."

Quinn flicked her eyes at him and looked back at the charred remains her frown deepening. "Take him down." She said firmly repeating her order as she motioned at two prospects. They weren't full-fledged members this was exactly their job. She didn't want her hands smelling like burnt flesh for the rest of the day. She had to pick up Beth later. Even if Ryder was still a prospect he had been a prospective member of her club. This wouldn't go unanswered.

"We can't declare war on the Mayans." Sam reminded her immediately. He had seen the hard look in her eye and he knew that face. Quinn was out for blood, unfortunately going after the Mayans would interrupt their business and the Mayans currently had too much pull. He wanted to go cut off some heads of his own but the Mayans simply had more manpower.

Puck wiped the vomit from his lips with the back of his hands and looked up at Sam with an incredulous expression on his face. "Are we looking at the same shit? If this shit isn't a declaration of war then I don't know what the fuck it is."

"Ryder was a fucking prospect. They knew he was when they took him," Quinn reminded him pointing to the burnt patch on his jacket. "This isn't war, this is them sending a message. This was retaliation." The situation was escalating quickly it wouldn't be long until there was a full war between the two gangs. "Dwight's right, we need to de-escalate this before Satan starts taking actual members and sending them back in body pieces. We need to do something to get Miguel Lopez to the table and talk to them."

"You're forgetting we don't even know what Satan fucking looks like. No one does, except for the fucking Mayans and that's only the top level guys would know where she lived," Puck points out crossing his arms over his chest. The fact that they knew that Satan was a woman had more to do with the fact that when the Mayan's talked about her they used the term Diabla instead of Diablo.

Sebastian spoke up as he dodged Roderick spewing the contents of his stomach onto the ground. "Pussy." Sebastian said and turned to the rest of the full-fledged members of the club. "Not true. Puck was banned remember. We know that Satan runs a huge chunk of the prostitution racket. Just go to one of their 'escort' services and find the information. One of the prostitutes must know something."

Sam nodded and looked at Quinn, "He's right. I wouldn't take Puck they know him there, but they don't know you—do they?" Sam asks looking at his step-sister.

"I don't need to pay people to have sex with me," Quinn points out and Puck flips her off. She rolls her eyes and looks at him and points to the crow tattoos on her right arm. "They'll know exactly who I am based on the tattoos."

Sam scanned the group of people. "Are you really going to trust this to a Prospect? Wear a long sleeve shirt and fucking say that you think it's sexy to keep it on or some shit. Unless you got some new ink on your body somewhere?"

Quinn didn't acknowledge that turning to Puck instead, "How much is it for a fucking hour?"

"Why are you asking Puck? We all know it only takes him five minutes," Sebastian said with a smirk at Puck who glared at him.

"Fuck. You." Puck said and looked at Quinn. "Two-fifty an hour. If you want one of the girls to talk you better pony up a bit more cash than that. Try the one called Sugar, she's a bit of a blabbermouth. Doesn't understand that we pay her to keep her mouth shut and her legs spread, but she will do anything for a bit of extra cash." Puck wiggled his eyebrows.

"You disgust me." Quinn said with a roll of her eyes at Puck. Five hundred would basically cover bribing Sugar. "I'll head over now. See if I can get the information. Then I have to pick up Beth."

"You know Judy can do that right?" Sam points out immediately. "She gets it if you have to work," speaking up for his stepmother. That had been the original plan anyway, for Judy to pick up Beth after school. But Quinn had insisted two days in a row that she wanted to do it. The whole thing was suspicious.

"Beth is my daughter and my responsibility," Quinn snapped at him. This was true and she did want to spend more time with Beth. She also wanted to see Rachel again.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Just get it done. Everyone, including you prospects, ride in pairs and keep a gun on you at all times. Ryder was alone and that's when they picked him off. We're not going to give Satan an easy fucking shot, while Quinn handles this." Sam nods at his step-sister. That was why Dwight had chosen Quinn over him. She got shit done, it had stung for a moment but the reality of the situation was. He was glad that he didn't have to do half the shit that Quinn did. Or have most of the responsibility.

Beth sighed dramatically, as she slumped over on the bench she was sitting at with Rachel. Her mom was late again. And she had already eaten the extra pudding cup that her mother had packed for her as well. "She's late." Beth scowled impatiently.

"I'm sure your mom, just had a few errands to run," Rachel explained. Quinn wasn't even that late. School had been let out ten minutes ago. But the other kids had disappeared some of them had taken the bus and others had gone home with their parents or guardians.

"Everyone else gets picked up on time," Beth points out that she's once again stuck with her teacher.

"I know, but it's only your mom isn't it?" Rachel said feeling slightly guilty for prying into Quinn's private life, using Beth as a source.

Beth didn't seem to notice what was going on and nods. "It's just mom and me. But I get to see my grandma every day and she reads me stories and she lets me have some candy sometimes when I'm good. You can't tell mom though. It's supposed to be our secret. And sometimes granddad lets me help him when he's working on his bike. I get to hand him tools and stuff. It's really fun. They take care of me when mom has to work for a few days," Beth explains. "Plus I get to play with my Uncle Sam all the time." Beth adds kicking her feet.

Rachel smiles at this, glad to see that Beth is well taken care of. It takes a village, or so the saying went. It was nice that Quinn had such a support system. "You know I knew your mom when she was younger," Rachel said and Beth looks at her.

"Really?" Beth asks and Rachel nods.

"Your mom was strong and brave," Rachel explains. "I knew your aunt Charlie an Uncle Sam we all went to school together—"

"Did you know Uncle Puck?" Beth asks. "He always buys me toys, even though mom says no," Beth leans in. "He's my favorite uncle."

Rachel laughs of course Puck was her favorite. "I knew your Uncle Puck as well. Does he still have that silly haircut of his?"

Beth giggles and nods, "He says it helps him get chicks. I don't know why he needs baby chickens."

Rachel bit her lip but she laughs anyway. He hadn't grown at all, she couldn't help it. He was probably the same old Puck. Sam was probably still Sam and Quinn—was still Quinn. Which meant that she was still that sweet girl who shyly asked her out at the end of sophomore year. "I don't know why he needs baby chickens either." Rachel said as she hear the sound of Quinn's old truck coming around. The truck parked in front of them and Quinn scrambled out rubbing the back of her head that sheepish look on her face. Rachel blinked. She hadn't thought that Quinn had anything that didn't have a light coating of grease and dirt on it but she actually looked different in the clean button up shirt and the dark slacks.

"You look different," Beth says staring at her mother curiously.

"I washed behind my ears," Quinn responds and Beth nods like this makes sense. Quinn laughs and pulls her daughter in for a tight hug. "How about we stop on the way home and get some pizza," Quinn says and Beth grins widely at her.

"And soda?" Beth says immediately squinting at Quinn. If she's going to be bribed she wants the full package.

Quinn sighs and nods, "And Soda, but just one! And only if you're good." Sugar Motta had been a wealth of information. Point Vicente Elementary School, she had stopped there on her way back. A little girl, Satan—Santana Lopez had a little girl and sent her to that fancy private school that probably cost a fortune. The only Hispanic in that school it had to be Santana's kid. Puck was trailing her. They would have the information on where Santana lived soon enough. She smiled at Rachel, "I hope Beth isn't too much of a handful," Quinn said with a grin as she watched as Beth climbed into the truck throwing her bag onto her seat. She rolled her eyes.

"She's perfect. She was telling me about her family. Puck still has his ridiculous haircut?" Rachel asks and she's met with Quinn's laughter.

"He's had the same haircut for the past ten years Rachel. At this point I don't think anyone would recognize him if he changed it. He spoils Beth rotten though," Quinn said looking at her daughter who was squirming in her seat.

Rachel smiled and shook her head looking at Quinn again, "I'd say you haven't changed much either but I don't think I've seen you in anything that doesn't have a grease stain on it. Important job interview?"

Quinn paused for a moment and smiled at Rachel, "I was looking at Point Vicente Elementary School, for Beth for next year. I want her to have a better life than I do," Quinn says. It's a partial truth she'd have to pick up some extra runs to be able to afford that kind of money though. "I got the tour. It's a bit on the expensive side though, and I'm not sure if I want to though. I mean all those rich kids, she might not be on a scholarship but you know how kids can be."

Rachel smiled at this, "I do know how they can be," she pauses for a moment. "If you need any help—" Rachel begins.

"I do need some help to look at some of the schools, see which ones have the best programs. I don't really know what I should be focusing on. Beth has a lot of interests. Maybe we can get a coffee some on Saturday and talk it over?" Quinn asks hopefully.

Rachel blinks and then looks over at Beth who looks annoyed that they haven't left to go get pizza and then looks at Quinn again. "Are you using your daughter to get a date with me?"

Quinn flashes a huge hopeful grin, "Absolutely," Quinn says unashamed that she had gotten figured out. "Did it work?" Quinn turns to Beth. "Look at that face, I have trouble saying no to that face." Quinn said pointing at her daughter.

Rachel snorts and looks at Quinn studying her. "The Lima Bean? Saturday around two?"

Quinn blinks at this surprised. "It worked?"

"I can't say no to that face," Rachel said with a small teasing smile, Quinn flashes her a huge grin and puffs her chest out. "You know I'm talking about Beth right?"

Quinn laughs, "I'll buy her two sodas for this," she says with a smile. "I'll see you on Saturday," Quinn says with a smile. Hell at this point if Beth asked for a pony she'd go out and steal a pony. She's about to say something else when Beth reaches over and pushes the horn on her car causing them both to jump. Quinn turns to her and fixes a stern look on her face and Beth just smiles. Quinn sighs and looks at Rachel apologetically. "I have to go and buy my daughter pizza—"

"And a soda!" Beth says loudly.

"And a soda," Quinn finishes with a shake of her head.

"Two," Rachel reminds her and Quinn flashes her a lopsided grin.

Everything was going her way for once there was absolutely nothing that could go wrong.

'Take her.'

Puck froze and looked at his phone. He had only called Dwight to give him a status update. Quinn wasn't picking up. Trailing Isabela had led him to a semi-decent neighborhood where he was currently watching Isabella kick around a soccer ball. He had even seen Satan—finally seen her. He had snapped a picture for the club and sent it to Dwight. She was fucking hot and that would be going into his spank bank later. But right now he was shocked at what Dwight was suggesting. "You can't be serious, she's a fucking child." He hissed at the president of the club.

Dwight frowned, he didn't enjoy being questioned and this was perfect. Miguel had always been a family man. What he wouldn't do to get his granddaughter back. 'She's Miguel's granddaughter. It's going to force him to the table. A war would put her life in danger, it's a gamble but it might pay off. We'll keep her at one of the safe houses.'

"I'm not hurting a fucking child," Puck insists firmly. "She's like eight or something."

'Puck, this isn't up for debate. An opportunity has presented itself and we have to act. Take the child and take her to the Westerville safe house. I'll meet you there. Make sure you aren't followed.' Dwight snapped at him before ending the call.

Puck stared at the phone for a moment before throwing it down onto the ground of his car and let out a low growl. "Fuck!" He stepped out of the car and opened the trunk of his car and looked around. The street was deserted. Isabela playing quietly by herself juggling the ball with her feet. It was the second time today that he felt physically ill but it was an order and he quickly moved approaching the girl and grabbing her when her back was turned. He immediately placed a heavy hand on her mouth and hauled her to his car, swearing loudly when Isabela bit his hand and slammed her legs into him. But he didn't let go as he tossed her into the back of his trunk hoping that she would be okay as he slammed the trunk closed. He moved quickly trying to ignore the screams that he heard from the trunk and hopped in turning on the music loudly and quickly started the engine and sped off. He had just fucking kidnapped a kid. Quinn was going to murder him, even though he had just been following orders. Dwight's orders. It was always Dwight's fucking orders. That's why Charlie was in fucking jail right now, that's why they were still running guns and there were rumors that they were going to try and crack into the drug business. Quinn said that it was bullshit but he knew that if Dwight found a way, then he'd find a way.

AN: Cliffhanger. Dun Dun Dun. Please review