Carrigan couldn't contain himself any longer. He brought Midnight to his bedroom, shoving her roughly onto his bed. His dark brown eyes held a scary gleam in them.

One Midnight found strangely attractive. "What are you doing?"

Carrigan towered over the girl, pulling off his jacket. "Teaching you how to please a man. You'll need it in the trade."

Midnight chuckles, "I already-"

Carrigan cuts her off by roughly kissing her.

Midnight usually isn't so easy to shut up, allowing the events before her to take place. She scoots back onto the bed, making it easier for the man. She wickedly grins, returning the kiss while trying to become dominant over him.

"I don't care what you already know. Erase what you've learned. This will prove to be what you'll need to know." Carrigan states, lowering himself to where his mouth is in between her legs.

"You do this with all the girls you're going to trade?" Midnight feels her breath get stuck in her throat.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Carrigan shakes his head. "No, so far it's only been you."

Midnight scowls, leaving him to chuckle. "Why me?"

"You've got this spark in you. I kind of want to know what makes you tick myself." Carrigan reveals, allowing her to know he's taken an interest specifically in her.

Midnight digs her fingernails into the purple satin covers, attempting not to moan as he gives her oral pleasure. She only refrains from doing so in the fear of another name escaping her lips. Her heart is racing like no tomorrow while scared she might get caught. "Why couldn't it have been somebody else?"

Carrigan sighs, "Maybe, you shouldn't have been so bold in your choice to come with me. This is just what happens to keep those pathetic bitches, safe."

Midnight whimpers, biting down on her bottom lip. She actually regrets agreeing to join him. In fact, she lost her appeal for the current event taking place. She tries to hold in her sobs, afraid he'll chop her into tiny little pieces if she shoes any signs of weakness. "I don't think you're keeping them safe."

"How?" Carrigan blatantly asks, pinning her down to the bed. He's not being forceful as his eyes lock onto hers.

"You're putting them in danger for money, drugs, etc. This is not what any good parent wants." Midnight can feel the warm, salty tears leaking from her eyes.

Carrigan's facial features soften, removing himself from over the girl. He does agree with her, but he was only one part of the people over the trade. How could he bring them down without bringing trouble onto himself? "What do you suggest we do about the trade Midnight?"

"We could always bring them down from the inside. I mean, if you're up for it." Midnight suggests, earning a thoughtful gaze from the man.

Sighing, Carrigan nods. He runs a hand in his blondish red curls. "Fine, but it'll have to be after I return. I was to meet a guy for something important. You stay here."

Midnight obliges, keeping herself under the covers. She begins to formulate a plan in the back of her mind.

...

"You have no clue where Carrigan Snyder would be hiding?" Baby angrily hisses at Vincent.

"I might have one idea, but only should he take a liking to his own niece." Vincent replies, knowing the man already had.

"So, where is he?" Rocky asks, growing irritated. He didn't want to stand around the hospital all day, waiting to see if London would make it or not.

"A hotel he owns. It's out by the old campground. It's on 34th Miracle Street. You'll recognize it right off." Vincent speaks, implying that he's not joining them.

"Aren't you coming to help your daughter?" Colt is aggravated by the facts piling on them.

"I actually can't. I'm helping the FBI to shut down the sex, drugs, and human trafficking here. Then, I'm off to prison." Vincent informs the trio.

Tum Tum remained beside London with new sobs piling on. He was fully convinced the boy wouldn't make from his condition.

The smoke had filled London's lungs, posioning his oxygen. He never woke to escape in the first place.

...

Midnight is lying on the bed, about to escape the hellhole when Carrigan returned shortly. Her eyebrows furrowed at the solemn look written on his features.

"Midnight, we can't. You should know I'm your half uncle." Carrigan spoke to Midnight who was quick to get from the bed.

Midnighr motions to the door, "So I can leave."

"Are you stupid? To no avail, can I let you go. Who knows what you'll tell to the people you surrounded yourself with. I'm sorry, but I'm keeping you so I can sell you." Carrigan growls, watching disdain grow evident upon her face.

"How long have you known you're my half uncle? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Midnight asks, growing disgusted.

Carrigan sighs, hanging his head in a bout of defeat. He's ashamed of making out with the girl. He thought for a minute he could pretend she was a stranger, but he was wrong.

"I've known since you let me know who your idiot father was. I didn't have to tell you, Midnight. What I know is no concern of yours." Carrigan boldly speaks, taking off his shirt.

A new fear rises in Midnight, "Yes, it is! Especially since we're family."

"Midnight, if I were to let you go. You'd have to act like we're enemies. The FBI know who I am, and I'd really rather you not seem friendly towards me." Carrigan pulls on a plain black tee shirt.

"I'm confused. You say you're letting me go then you're not. What the fuck is happening?" Midnight blurts, squaring up to him.

Carrigan knew it all must come to an end. He had been preparing to teach her fight until Mars came to him with the news of Samuel being dead. This lead the blondish red haired male in disbelief, unable to comprehend what took place.

Mars knocked on the door, standing in the doorway. His eyes flitted to Midnight, slightly widening a fraction. He didn't take Carrigan serious about the fact that he had the fourteen year old in his bedroom.

Midnight had her gaze on the floor. Too disgusted by the fact that she almost gave herself in a twisted, sickening way to her half uncle without questioning it.

"Midnight, I'm not letting you go so easily. You see? What you don't know won't hurt you. As for what you will forget, I truly am sorry." Carrigan whispers.

Midnight lifts an eyebrow, "what in Hades name are you going on about? And, why is Mars here?"

"Sorry for your loss." Mars shrugs, apologizing in a monotone voice. He'd been the one to burn her house down, having no guts fo kill Samuel. Hell, his boss didn't want him to burn down the house, but no thanks to Claudia it's what had to happen.

The FBI had been hot on her trail for ages.

Midnight turns about to ask in a blurt when a blunt object collides with her head. She grows dizzy while dogs line her vision. "Loss?"

They watch as she hits the ground. "Mars, let's get the lost girl to the river shore. We've got to get the rest of the evidence before we can turn your blonde friend in."

Mars nods, doing as his boss suggests.