(Thanks for the guest reviews! I'm updating as quickly as I can, so bear with me. Sean and Finley's relationship crumbled within like a day. Not too surprising, but still heartbreaking. For me, anyway. We will see what happens from here!)

Once we filled out our paperwork and our gurney was returned to us, Holden and I headed back to the station. On the way, it was quiet, but I could tell Holden wanted to say something. He was what most would call middle aged. Around forty-five I was guessing. His black hair was graying at the temples but I thought it made him better looking. He was only a few inches taller than me and in great shape. He was also a pretty quiet guy it seemed.

"Spill." I told him.

He glanced at me with a quick raise of his eyebrows before looking back to the road and speaking. "Are you okay? When you came to work it looked like something was weighing on you." So he was perceptive too. Good to know.

"I don't know." I told him honestly. There wasn't much I could tell him about my life or what I was going through. "The guy I was kind of seeing…we had a falling out."

"Sorry to hear that." His voice was gentle and I could tell his concern for me was genuine.

"We've pretty much hated each other since we met so it was silly to think it could work anyway. Just took us actually trying to figure it out." I groaned softly and leaned my head back. "I alternate between wanting to punch him and wanting to hug him."

Holden chuckled at this. "I've had a relationship or two like that myself. The last one lasted for twenty years."

"Wow."

"Yeah. My wife died two years ago, but we had been together for twenty years before I lost her. It was like we couldn't get along the first year, but after that, it got better. We fit perfectly."

"I'm sorry. About her death, I mean."

"Don't be. I spent many wonderful years with her. I have two kids. Luke is nineteen and Danny is seventeen. We all miss her like crazy but thank God for the time we had her."

"That's beautiful. I hope to have that someday."

He reached over and patted my knee as we pulled into the station. "You will. Have faith."

I wanted to believe what he was telling me but it was hard. Things were far more complicated for me it seemed. Sure, everyone had issues and battles. But I seemed to have so much more on my plate than everyone else.

That night we had a few calls here and there, but nothing as serious as the car accident at the beginning of my shift. We played a few friendly rounds of poker, with Colsen teasing that we should be playing the strip version.

When I left that morning, I was feeling better about the whole blow up with Sean. At least now I didn't have the pressure of a relationship to worry about. Juliette's car was still there when I arrived so I figured she had the day off.

I found her in the living room, doing some yoga, and she raised a brow as I walked into the room. "I heard you crying before you left for work. Wanna talk about it?"

I collapsed into the closest chair and waited while she brought us both wine. Couldn't have serious conversations without alcohol. And wine was a good choice. "He wanted to talk about where things might go. I didn't, mainly because I really didn't believe they were. So I broke it off and caught a cab home."

"Well…" She really didn't know what to say to that. "How did he feel about that?"

"Told me I was running away. But I was, and I am, and I just don't care. I can't handle it all right now. I've got my job and the whole thing with my brothers hating me to worry about."

"I'm behind you, no matter what, okay? You make the choices that are best for you."

"But if a war is coming like Sean says, my choices are going to affect a lot more people than just myself. This is a lot of responsibility for someone like me." I sighed and finished the wine. "Thanks for listening, but I'm pretty tired. Gonna hit the sack."

We stood and she hugged me. "Night, Finley. Try and rest."

Bed felt wonderful but it took me awhile to fall asleep with everything that was on my mind. I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when an almost silent rustle woke me. I lay still, my eyes closed and my breathing steady. Whoever was here didn't need to know I had awoken. Even though it was perfectly quiet now and I couldn't see anything, I could feel the presence in my room. It was broad daylight so whoever was here was pretty brave and not afraid to be seen.

I felt the air around me shift slightly and I knew they were hovering over me. With startling speed, my eyes popped open and I sat up, my hand closing around the throat of my brother. I had the element of surprise so I used the momentum of sitting up to drove him off the side of the bed and to the floor. Jean-Luc only grinned as his head hit the floor and I felt the needle too late. Glancing down, I saw the syringe sticking from my thigh.

Yanking it out, I looked at him as my vision started to blur. My last action was stabbing him in the neck before everything went black.

I awoke with a massive headache and my ears popping in discomfort. My blue eyes opened and when my vision cleared, I took in my surrounds. A plane. I was on a plane, thousands of feet in the air. It was a private jet, obviously, so there were only two other people with me. My brothers.

My back was hurting and I straightened, the zip ties biting into my wrist where they held my hands captive on the armrests. Damien sat across from me, smiling at my discomfort. "Hello again, sister."

"Damien." I muttered. "Where are we?"

"Somewhere over the Atlantic, by now. You've been out for a while." He said, standing and walking over to what I figured was a mini bar. He poured a tiny bottle of whisky into a glass before moving back over to me. "Drink?" Without waiting for answer, he put the glass to my lips and tilted it.

Quickly opening my mouth, I swallowed the amber liquid and almost relished the burn. I managed to finish it all without spilling more than a few drops down my chin. He took the glass back to the bar and put it back before sitting down across from me once again, the smile still in place. Jean-Luc entered the cabin from the cockpit, and he too plopped into a seat across from, a cold glare on his handsome face.

"I told you this wasn't over, Finley. Nice to see you again."

"Can't say I feel the same, baby brother." I said with annoyance. He moved to get up and hit me but Damien stopped him.

"Calm down, Jean-Luc. You'll have your chance." Damien said gruffly.

The plane rocked slightly from turbulence and I looked out the window next to me. The clouds cleared long enough for me to see nothing but water. He was right. We were a long way from the place I dared to call home. I wasn't sure where exactly they were from so I wasn't sure where we were headed. I just knew it wasn't a good situation to be in. Sean would have no idea where to find me, meaning it was up to me and me alone to get out of this, hopefully unscathed.

"Where are we headed?" I asked, hoping they would answer. I'd never traveled out of the county so anywhere we went would be totally new to me. Trying to get back to the US without a passport was going to be so much fun.

"Vienna." Damien answered.

"Vienna? Isn't that where the Renard family is from?"

"It is. Yes. We're headed to meet with Prince Viktor." That made my blood run cold. Sean had told me how ruthless the man, even more so than my younger brothers.

"Sounds like a party."

Thankfully, the rest of the flight was quiet and gave me time to collect my thoughts. I had no idea how to get out of this. I obviously couldn't take them alone, considering they had the upper hand. I wasn't exactly sure what was coming but I figured that I wouldn't be getting out alive.

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When the plane eventually touched down, I was nervous. My outward appearance showed no sign of that though, and an annoyed look was plastered to my face. My heart was racing though and the fear was working its way into every part of my body. They cut the zip ties, immediately replace them with handcuffs, effectively restraining my arms behind my back. They didn't trust me not to fight or try and bolt, which made me slightly proud. I was worth restraining, though it would be harder to get away now.

I was shoved into the back of a black car with Damien, because it was evident that he didn't trust our baby brother to control himself. I pushed all of Jean-Luc's buttons, and apparently I was wanted alive.

After a not so long drive, we passed through some huge, wrought iron gates and down a long drive. The property was quite massive, I could already tell. The mansion that loomed in front of us was unlike anything I'd ever laid eyes on. In a normal situation, I would want the full tour to appreciate the architecture. But now I wanted to be far, far away from this place and whatever it held. It had been a long flight and it was the middle of the night here.

The car came to a slow stop in front of the large staircase that led to the main entrance of the house. Damien slid out and pulled me out behind him, none too carefully. We entered the large palace and headed up the stairs. The ceilings felt miles high and I glanced around as we worked our way to the top of the stairs. Taking a right, we soon entered what looked like a conference room, and I was shoved into a chair.

Two men stood on either side of the double doors we had entered though, and I knew they were Verrat. "Can you take these off?" I asked, my question directed at Damien. My arms were behind me and it was hard to sit comfortably. He gave me a look. "Do you see how outnumbered I am? I may be brave but I'm not stupid."

Thinking it over, he came over and pulled me to my feet long enough to un-cuff me. Grateful, I nodded my thanks before taking my seat, my fingers caressing the red welts where the zip ties had held me for hours.

We didn't have long to wait before a man walked into the room, his intense gaze immediately taking in the sight of me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I kept my eyes on his own empty ones until he stopped in front of me. He took a bit of a wide stance and crossed his arms over his chest. He was about the same height as Sean, and about the same build. They looked nothing alike, which wasn't too surprising considering they were only cousins.

No one spoke for the longest time and he eventually took a seat across the room. "Do we have plans for you." He said with a small, sinister smile.