With her knees drawn up to her chest and her tied wrists resting as comfortable as she could get them, Belle leant her head into the corner of the room, watching the stairs on the other side of the room. She knew it had to be late as sleep was trying its best to take her, nodding off every now and then to suddenly startle herself awake. She was really tired and with the basement being so dark, the temptation to fall asleep weighed heavily on her eyelids.

After Milah had flounced her way up the stairs, overjoyed with the fact Rumald had called her, Belle had heard a car start up and leave a little while afterwards. She had heard who she thought was Milah and Killian leave the house chatting, though whatever they had said Belle had been unable to understand what was said. It would not have mattered, if she had been able to hear them, it was not like she could get the information to Rumald. She sighed heavily at the thought, hating that they were being forced into this situation by Rumald's father, Malcolm. She also hated the fact Malcolm had been right: people could force you into a situation where you had no choice. Sat in his basement, Belle had no choice but to sit there and wait, when she would have rather been fighting her way out of there. Falling down the stairs earlier had reminded her that she had no choice - the baby's safety came first.

Belle was just starting to close her eyes, when the basement stairs was suddenly flooded with light from outside, headlights from a car poured in through the only window in the basement. The light quickly went away and Belle could hear the car pull up with a squeak outside. Then, there was another wave of light in the basement and then gone as quickly as the one before. This car sounded nearer as she could hear the engine of this car, louder than the previous car.

She struggled to get up, clawing at the wall beside her for leverage, and moved to the window, tiptoeing to barely see through the window. Huffing to herself, Belle dropped down off her tiptoes and hated not having the added height of her heels. Instead, she moved closer to the window and shallowed her breath so she could hear more clearly.

"You sure, you're okay?" Killian asked.

"Yes." Milah croaked. "No thanks to you."

"Love, I had to sneak up on him." Killian explained. Belle pondered over what they were talking about and had a sinking feeling that 'he' was Rumald.

"Just get him out of the car. I'll get Mike to help you." Milah voice grated as she spoke, sounding really painful the more she spoke.

"Ok, love." Killian said and Belle pulled a face, silently mimicking Killian calling Milah 'Love'. Moving away from the wall, Belle tried helplessly one more time to see through the basement window and gave up when the arch of right foot shot a pain up the back of her calf. She grumbled at her foot and dragged her feet across the room, retaking her spot in the corner of the room. Her back slid down the wall as she sat down onto floor, her knees bent up with her bound hands in her lap as she had been sat earlier.

There were feet scuffling around outside, two sets of footsteps struggling with something into the house. The floorboards above groaned and creaked with their movements as they moved through the house. Her gaze raised to the floor above her, when she could hear something being dragged along the floor above her. Abruptly, whatever was being dragged was dumped hard onto the floor above. Studying the ceiling, Belle wondered what was going on, when she heard something with four legs, possibly a chair, be put near whatever had been dropped on the floor. There was a lot of groaning and moaning above her.

"Belle!" A hushed voice called to her. Angling herself from where she sat on the floor, Belle tried to see the basement window, when they called again. "Belle!"

Hefting herself back up onto her feet, Belle took a couple of steps to see the window and then rushed to the window, when she saw Albert's face outside of it. "Bae!"

"Shush!" Albert held his finger to his lips. "Not too load. They're hear you."

"What are you doing here?" Belle quietly asked him, glancing towards the stairs to check no one was coming.

"We're here to rescue you." Albert told her, his eyes roaming along the window frame following the path with his fingers, trying to find a weakness in the window.

Emma pushed Albert aside, so they both could see Belle through the window. "And Mr Gold."

"Emma?" Belle questioned before adding, sounding confused. "And Rumald?"

"Let's get her out first." Albert mumbled more to Emma than Belle.

"Al, she's never going to fit through the window." Emma informed him.

Albert turned his head to Emma and scowled at her. "Belle's only little. Course, she'll fit through the window."

"She would have normally before she got pregnant." Emma told him and then pointed at Belle through the window. "But she's got her baby bump now. No way is this window wide enough for Belle now. It'll be too tight on the baby."

Belle had not been paying attention to what they were saying, her thoughts were stuck on Rumald as she asked. "What do you mean 'and Mr Gold'? Where's Rumald?"

"I forgot." Albert confessed.

Emma raised an eyebrow at Albert. "Seriously? How could you forget?"

"Well…" Albert shrugged his shoulders, looking a little uncertain, as he said. "I don't really pay attention to the way Belle looks... It's just Belle. She's my mum, why would I judge the way she looks?"

"That's such a lame excuse." Emma shook her head in disbelief, moving her gaze from Albert down to Belle.

"I'm just being honest." Albert nudged his elbow into Emma's side.

Belle was growing impatient with them. "Excuse me." They both looked down at her. "What's going on? Where's your father?"

"Dad's…" Albert stopped when the light from the stairs caught his attention. Snapping her head in the direction of the door opening, Belle saw the light flood down into the basement and froze. As soon as she heard the first footstep on the stairs, Belle hurriedly motioned for them to move, to run and hide, as she heard another footstep. The pair quickly scrambled away from the window and Belle dashed back to her spot in the corner, dropping swiftly down to sit on the floor.

Killian waltzed his way down the stairs, swaggering with his over confidence as he took the last step off the stairs. "Come on, love. They want you upstairs."

"What for?" She demanded, staying where she sat on the floor.

"You'll find out soon enough." He swanned over to her with his usual charming toothy smile.

Glaring up at him as he came to stand over her, Belle fantasied about pulling every tooth out of his mouth, wanting to see if he could woo women with his smile then. Killian bent over and grabbed her by her right arm and hauled her effortlessly up onto her feet. She did not fight him, even though she wanted to, and let him steer her over to the stairs, while she dared a glance to the window, checking the kids were not visible. At the stairs, Killian exchanged his hold from her arm to the restraints around her wrists and dragged her up the stairs behind him. Belle relented from fighting with him and climbed the stairs behind him, wincing at the pain from her sore wrists.

Dragged from the darkness into the bright light, Belle blinked her eyes and tried to raise her right arm, restricted by Killian, to block the light from blinding her. With a hard tug, Killian brought her arm back down and made her stumble a step or two. She squinted her eyes as she followed Killian into a living room.

All the furniture had been moved to make a large space in the middle of the room. Belle's jaw dropped at the sight of Rumald, who was tied to a chair in the middle of the room. His head was bowed down with his arms tied behind the back of the chair. She could see the back of his head was covered in blood, standing out in contrast to his greying hair. His overcoat and suit jacket had been removed and laid over the back of one of the couches. Belle wanted to cry at the sight of him, scream his name so he would know she was there with him, but she could not – too afraid to let his name leave her lips.

"Come on, love." Killian prompted and tugged on her wrists to get her moving again.

Refusing to cry out in pain, Belle bit hard into her lower lip, staring at Rumald as they crossed the room. He shoved her down into a couch on the far side of the room and walked away from her, joining Milah on the other side of the room.

Belle tried to angle herself to see Rumald's face, except he was bent too far over to get a clear look at his face. The only thing that seemed to be keeping him in the chair and sat up, was his hands bound to the back of the chair. She could feel the tears wanting to well up in her eyes. Rumald did not deserve this or whatever they planned to do to him.

"Finally, Killian," Malcolm came into the room, removing his cigar from his mouth. "You've actually managed to do something that I asked you to do."

"It wasn't my…" Milah stopped Killian making excuses by placing a hand on his arm and shook her head at him.

Malcolm gestured to Killian with his hand that held the cigar. "It's a good thing though, Killian, that you failed to kill him. Otherwise, we wouldn't have the album back." He took a step further into the room. "You two failed miserably to find it."

"There was no reason to think, he would hide it at his old room at my mother's." Milah told him in a raspy voice.

"Did you even think to check your mother's?" Malcolm casually put his cigar into his mouth and took a drag from it, purposely waiting for Milah to respond.

"No…" Milah mumbled quietly.

Before turning away from them, Malcolm blew his cigar smoke in their direction and ambled further over to where Rumald was sat. "And you claim to know him better than himself. I have to say, Milah, I very much doubt you know him as well as you think you do."

"Do you want me to wake him up now?" Mike queried coming into the room, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Not yet." Malcolm was eyeing the wound on the back of Rumald's head. "Do you mind getting me a scotch, Mike?"

Mike left the way he had come into the room. Bemused, Belle looked round the room to each of them in turn, lingering the longest on Rumald. She felt as if she was watching the scene on the television.

"You must have hit him with some force, Killian." Malcolm motioned to the wound on the back of Rumald's head. "You've split his head open."

"I had to do something. He was strangling Milah." Killian retorted, making Belle snap her gaze over to Milah, who had her hand lingering near her throat, trying to nurse the pain away. She did not feel sorry for her. With all the trouble and heartache Milah had caused them over the last year, or even the hurt she had inflicted onto Rumald and Albert, Milah deserved everything that came to her. She may have stupidly felt sorry for her once and had even argued with Rumald about kicking Milah and Killian out of their home. But now… Anything Rumald could throw back or do to Milah was most certainly earned.

Mike came back into the room and went straight to Malcolm, who had wandered away from Rumald and took a seat on one of the other couches. "Here you go, sir."

"Thank you, Mike." Malcolm took the glass tumbler from his loyal employee. As Malcolm sipped the scotch in his glass, Mike sat down at the other end of the couch from Malcolm, crossing his legs to rest his clasped hands on top of his knee.

"So, Miss French," Malcolm addressed her as he balanced his glass on his left knee. "I'm not entirely sure what to do with you now." Belle's eyes widened at him. "My plan has been totally foiled by… my son," He spat 'my son' out like a bad taste. "I wasn't expecting him to give up the album so easily."

Belle slowly moved her gaze to the unconscious form of Rumald, as Malcolm continued. "I don't plan to allow Rumald to leave here."

"What do you mean?" She asked snapping her attention back to Malcolm.

"I'm going to kill him." Malcolm said it so offhand, Belle thought for a second she had missed heard him. His tone towards his son was so cold, it made Belle involuntarily shiver. She swallowed hard, processing what was going on around her. While she thought, Belle let her gaze fall back to Rumald and fought with the urge to sob her heart out for him, or scream at him to wake up.

That was when realisation struck her – It was her fault.

She had done this by saying something, so innocent, as 'There's not many photos from before Milah…', which had instigated Rumald to bring back the album. Tightly squeezing her eyes shut, Belle despised herself for causing all of this. None of this would have happened, if she had only kept her goddamn mouth shut and minded her own business. No, better yet, if she had not listened to Ruby, had not gotten drunk and had not gone over to his house late at night to tell him she wanted him. None of this would have happened. Rumald would not have been tormented so much by Milah. They would not have tried to kill him at Christmas and he would not be sat in the middle of the living room, while his father told her he was going to kill his son.

It was all her fault!

Malcolm continued. "It leaves me in a bit of a predicament, Miss French, because if I let you go, you'll go straight to the police, which only leaves me with one option." He shrugged his shoulders like it was the easiest decision of his life. "We'll have to kill you as well."

"What?!" Belle exclaimed jumping up from the couch.

Mike jumped to his feet instantly and went to take a step, but Malcolm touched his hand to Mike stopping him as he said. "Where she going to go? We're miles away from anywhere."

Hearing Malcolm's reasoning, Mike visibly relaxed. Belle was frantically looking around the room, looking to each of them, desperate for a sign of hope. When her gaze came to Rumald, Belle darted across the room and dropped to her knees in front of him. Using her bounded hands, she grabbed his face and lifted his head up so she could see him.

"Rumald!" She pleaded desperately. "Rumald! Please!"

"Isn't it sweet?" Malcolm turned to Mike, who had retaken his seat.

"RUMALD!" Belle yelled at him, shaking his head in attempt to wake him.

Malcolm sniggered. "Gives you a warm tingly feeling inside."

"Rumald, please wake up!" Belle rested her forehead against his forehead, his head was heavy in her hands.

"Come on then, Mike." Malcolm pulled out his lighter from his pocket and used his hand with the lighter to pad Mike on the knee. "Wake him up." He told his faithful employee before relighting his cigar, settling back for the late night entertainment.

Mike was up in a shot and motioned with his hand at Killian and then to Belle. "Move her."

"Why me?" Killian questioned, whilst crossing the room to where Belle was knelt in front of Rumald. As Killian went to grab her by her arm, Belle felt Rumald's head become lighter in her hands. Urgently Belle studied his face, trying to see for any signs he was awake, and shrugged off Killian when he grabbed her arm, trying to hang on as long as she could for a sign. Angrily, Killian snatched her up off of the floor and shoved her back over to the couch, she had been sat on earlier.

"Rumald! Please! Wake up!" She begged from across the room. His head was bent back down with his chin on his chest, not a sign of life. A tear spilled down from her eye and ran the curve of her cheek.

Mike pulled a small bottle out of his pocket and pulled the cork out of it with a satisfying pop, whilst he stood in front of Rumald. Belle watched with earnest as Mike grabbed a handful of Rumald's hair and lifted his head. A few wafts of the open bottle under Rumald's nose was enough for Rumald to jolt awake. He tried to jerk away from Mike, but was snagged on the hair Mike held in his hand and cried at the pain. Mike forcefully shoved Rumald's head back and stepped back from Rumald to recap the bottle in his hand. With another cry, Rumald's head snapped back and he bowed his head down, keeping his gaze down into his lap.

"Rumald!" She cried helplessly to him.

He ignored her cry, shaking his head and blinking his eyes. Belle wanted to run to him, to protect him from Mike, but she was too scared to leave her spot on the couch. She swallowed the lump in her throat, helpless as she watched Mike grab Rumald's hair again and pull his head up, making him look at Mike. It was apparent on Rumald's face that he had no clue where he was, dazed and confused as to what happening.

"What would you like me to do first?" Mike asked, his face focus on Rumald's, while he addressed Malcolm, who was observing the scene with glee written all over his face.

"I'll let you have your way with this, Mike." Malcolm answered and then held up his hand to add. "Just as long as you make him suffer like he did to Fiona."

"It wasn't his fault." The words came out of Belle's mouth without thinking about it. "It was just complications from giving birth."

Malcolm shot forward in his seat with such ferocity, he sloshed some of his scotch out of his glass, glaring at her as he barked. "Because of him!"

"Fiona wouldn't have seen it like that." Belle kept her tone calm, even though she wanted to scream the truth at him, hoping the truth got through his thick skull.

Somewhere in the house, Belle could hear a baby begin to cry and let her eyes follow in the direction she had heard the cry. Milah left the room and Belle caught sight of her leaving just before she disappeared. Killian lingered where they had been stood, looking lost without Milah by his side.

"You didn't know my Fiona, so don't try and tell me what she would have thought." Malcolm composed himself again and sat back into the couch, and put his cigar to his mouth to smoke it. "Get on with it, Mike."

Even before Malcolm had finished his sentence to Mike, Mike slugged Rumald in the stomach making Rumald want to fold over in pain and gasp for air. Keeping Rumald from bending over by the grip on his hair, Mike tugged hard onto Rumald's hair, forcing Rumald to straight his back. Just as Rumald stopped gasping, Mike hit him again in the stomach. Belle held a hand to her mouth. She did not know what to do to help Rumald, torn between protecting their baby and him. Mike compelled Rumald to sit up straight again, waiting for him to stop gasping for air. This time though, Rumald raised his gaze to meet with Mike's. Throwing another punch, Mike changed tact and punched Rumald straight in the face. The force of the punch knocked Rumald and his chair backwards onto the floor, ripping Rumald's hair out of Mike's grip.

"NO!" She screamed behind her hand, edging to get out of the couch but stopped herself by grabbing the arm of the couch for an anchor.

Groaning Rumald rolled with his chair onto his side and then onto his front, his face mushed into the floor. Mike took the couple of steps to where Rumald was and grabbed the chair attached to Rumald, and began helping Rumald get up off of the floor. When Rumald was on his feet, hunched over by the chair, he staggered a step when he shook his head.

"Rumald!" Belle cried to him.

Mike was smirking at the sight of Rumald, motioning with a wave of his hand for Malcolm to look at the state of his son. Blood ran down Rumald's chin, bleeding from a fresh cut to his lip. Suddenly, Rumald spat something onto the floor and shuffled round to face Mike, who had taken a couple of steps away from Rumald.

"Is that all you've got?" Rumald asked indifferent, his scarred eyebrow raised in question.

Readying himself to take another punch, Mike took a quick step towards Rumald and hit again into his stomach, which dropped Rumald down onto his knees wheezing for air. Smiling like a Cheshire cat, Mike backed up away from Rumald, letting him have the room to get back up onto his feet. He struggled, but Rumald got up taking deep, long breaths. Belle did not know how he was getting up. After the first punch, Belle doubted she would have been able to face Mike for another punch. Rumald spat again onto the floor, while he wiggled his shoulders, trying to get the chair into a more comfortable position on his back. Lifting his gaze to Mike, Rumald crooked a smile at his attacker, causing Belle to frown at him.

"Really, dearie?" Was all Rumald said before Mike hit him again, sending him back down onto the floor, winded for the fourth time.

As Rumald was down onto the floor, panting to gain his breath back, Milah walked back into the room and returned to Killian's side. She leant into Killian and whispered something into his ear to which he nodded his head. Lifting her hands to her face to wipe away a tear, Belle scrutinised Killian and Milah as they smiled at each other, whispering something between them. Seeing them smiling, enjoying themselves, was the end of Belle's resolve.

She darted from the couch and was across the room before anyone noticed, and threw her joined hands to smack Milah in the face, shouting. "HOW COULD YOU!"

Milah was knocked straight off her feet and Belle did not miss a beat by jumping on top of the other woman, pounding her hands down at Milah. Killian grabbed her by her clothes and slung her off of Milah, and hauled her back over to the other side of the room. He threw her down into the couch and slapped his hand across her face, when she went to leap back up from the couch. Nursing her face, Belle shied away from him and covered her cheek with her hand.

As Killian crossed the room back over to Milah, who was being helped up by Mike, Rumald threatened Killian. "You'll regret that."

"I don't think so, mate." Killian flung his hand in Rumald's direction. "I'm not tied to a chair."

"We'll see." Rumald voice was low and menacing.

There was an almighty crash from the room next door. Everyone looked in the direction of the noise, while Rumald concentrated on getting up onto his feet again. Malcolm gestured with his hand and Mike shoved Killian towards the doorway towards the noise. Rolling his eyes, Killian left the room to investigate. Mike checked one last time with Milah, seeing if she was okay, before he came back over to where he had left Rumald. He pushed his sleeves further up his arms, wedging them at his elbows, readying himself to punch Rumald again.

Rumald gestured with his head. "Come on, Mike. Give me a good one."

"I'll give you a good one, alright." Mike said as he swung another punch, catching Rumald in the face this time.

Rumald spun round before landed on the floor by his father's feet. Smiling, Malcolm leaned forward to get a better view of his son, fighting to get himself up onto his knees. Mike shook his hand through the air, a look of pain on his face.

"Look what I found." Killian said from outside the room. There was pounding of feet prior to Albert appearing through the doorway, glaring back over his shoulder at Killian. Belle closed her eyes briefly, inwardly screaming.

"Asshole." Albert threw at Killian, who came to stand beside Albert.

"Albert?" Milah sounded confused.

Killian hooked his thumb in the direction of outside. "Must have been in the car."

"Look at this family reunion." Malcolm cheered sitting back into the couch and pointed to the couch opposite Belle. "Sit him there. Let him watch."

Killian grabbed Albert and shoved him down into the indicated couch. Albert tried to fight against Killian, but Killian was stronger and could only relent when Killian put him into the couch. Belle shook her head, wanting to wake up from the nightmare that was playing out in front of her.

Rumald was looking at Albert with blood now running down his face from his eyebrow, which Milah had previously scarred, and his lower lip. She could feel his pain from there and knew how scared he was, seeing Albert sat there. Belle was petrified, because if Malcolm was planning to kill Rumald and her, what was he going to do with Albert? Kill him as well? More tears welled in her eyes and ran down her cheeks as she thought about it. Albert certainly did not deserve any of this. He was destined to finish school, A-star student, then go onto college and the world would be his for the seizing. Not this. He should not be sat across from her, compelled to watch his loving father be beaten and killed.

"Come on, Mike. Looks like we've got a busy night ahead of us." Malcolm waved his hand. "Kill him."

"No!" Albert yelled jumping up from the couch, only for Mike to shove him back down into it.

"Sit down, boy." Mike ordered.

"Leave him alone!" Albert commanded getting back up to face Mike.

Mike captured Albert by the front of his hoodie and yanked the young boy up onto his tiptoes, bringing them face to face. "I said, sit down, boy."

Vehemently, Mike threw Albert back down onto the couch and wound back his arm to take a swing at Albert, still holding Albert by the front of his hoodie. There was thump of something hitting the floor and before Belle could look to see what it was; Mike was sent sprawling onto the floor. Suddenly Albert was flung across the room to her and blocked her view, landing near enough into her lap. Fighting with Albert, to get him off of her and to keep him close to her, Belle leaned round to see Rumald on top of Mike, punching the other man in the face.

"Killian!" Malcolm ordered getting up from the couch.

Killian raced across to where Rumald was pounding Mike and reached down to grab Rumald, but instead of pulling Rumald off of Mike, he ended up flipping over onto his back. Rumald delivered one almighty punch to Mike's face before scrambling to climb on top of Killian. Albert went to jump off of the couch to help his father, but Belle dragged him back down onto the couch.

"No!" She told him, holding onto him tightly.

"Belle!" Albert screamed at her, fighting against her. "I need to help him!"

Belle was about to argue with him, tell him she had to keep him save, when there was a loud crack. Snapping her eyes round, Malcolm stood over where the three men were on the floor, holding a statue of a woman in his hand. Rumald lay lifeless on top of Killian, who also was unmoving.

"Get off me!" Albert snatched himself out of Belle's hold and leaped up to tackle Malcolm from behind.

Stumbling with Albert clung around him from behind, Malcolm twisted to see his grandson and shook his head. He lifted the statue to hit his grandson, but froze looking at something threw the window behind her. There was a loud bang and glass flew across the room. It was after this, Malcolm and Albert fell into a heap as well onto the floor. The statue fell out of Malcolm's hand, thudding onto the floor nearby.

The glass further broke behind her, whipping round, Belle could not have been more happier to see Dove. He was pointing a gun at where Malcolm was lying with Albert on top of him, shouting obscenities at his grandfather. Dove quickly travelled across the room to where Malcolm and Albert were, his gun pointed at them constantly, and one handed pulled Albert off her his grandfather, who was swinging wildly at the older man. Dove stooped down to Malcolm with the gun aimed at him and slid his fingers to check for a pulse.

"Dad?" Albert grabbed his father and rolled him off of Killian.

Feeling safe, Belle dropped onto the floor and crawled over to where Albert was holding his father, calling out his name. She clawed at Rumald's clothes, her eyes darting between the fresh blood on his face and covering more of his hair. Rumald gave no indication of being aware of them. Shifting his father in his arms, Albert rested his head down to rest on his father's forehead, crying his hot tears.

"Rumald." She quietly called to him, grabbing at his clothes.

"Killian." Milah called, causing Belle to jerk her head up to see them hidden behind Albert. "Killian, come on. We need to get out of here."

Groaning, Killian rolled from his back onto his side towards where Milah was knelt. Glaring at them, Belle knelt by Rumald and watched them. Milah grabbed a hold of Killian's arm and pulled him up onto his feet to sling his arm over her shoulders. They were hobbling off together, conspiring together of what they were going to do, when Gladius came through the front door, throwing it wide open.

"Milah!" Gladius voice was raised, her eyes narrowed on her daughter. "What the hell is going on?"

"Mother?" Milah sounded confused.

"Where's Rumald?" Gladius asked with her voice full of concerned.

Dove dropped to his knees beside Belle, put the safety on his gun and slipped it into the holder inside his coat before he grabbed Belle's hands and undid the restraints. As soon as her hands were free, Belle placed her hands on Rumald's face, pleading with him to wake up as Dove got back up onto his feet.

"Always Rumald, isn't it?" Milah threw at her mother, leading Killian towards the doorway she had exited earlier to go and tend to Liam upstairs.

"I can see you're fine." Gladius responded, waving her hand up and down at Milah, gesturing towards her daughter.

Milah removed Killian's arm from over her shoulders and propped him against the wall, where he hung his head low bringing his hand up to cover his face. "It's always him. Just be honest, mother," Milah put her hands on her hips as she said. "You prefer Rumald to me!"

"Of course, I do." Gladius did not hold back with the truth. "Why would I prefer you? You use me for money, you abandoned your son and husband, and walk over people like you're something better. I never raised you to be like that. You're no daughter of mine."

"Rumald, please." Belle begged, tapping a hand against Rumald's cheek, which was already growing redder.

"Well, don't you worry, mother." Milah sneered, throwing her hand in the direction of the ceiling. "I'll get my son and leave."

Milah went to walk away from her mother, but stopped when she turned around and bumped into Dove. She went to take a step pass Dove, who countered her by taking the step with her, blocking her route out of the room.

"Get the hell out of my way!" Milah yelled trying to shove Dove out of her way. It was pointless. Dove was much bigger than Milah and only absorbed the force she used to try and move him out of the way.

"You're not taking Liam." Gladius told Milah.

Whipping round to face her mother again, Milah scoffed. "I don't see how you're going to stop me. He's my son."

"And the police are on their way here." Gladius confessed and said. "We've already given them your name and Killian's, and the license plate of his car. So, you can try and run, if you like, but you are not taking my grandson with you."

"How could you?" Milah took a step towards Gladius, bringing them less than arms-length from each other.

"I'm doing what's best for you and your sons." Gladius waved a hand in Albert's direction.

"Uuhhh." Groaned out of Rumald as he opened his eyes.

Albert relented from resting his head on his father's forehead, tears dropped from Albert's cheeks onto his father's face. Rumald blinked his eyes and looked up at his son. Belle felt fresh tears stream down her face as she observed Rumald lift his arm to place his hand on the back of his son's head, offering some reassurance to his son, guiding Albert to rest his head back against his father's. Belle leaned further over Rumald and Albert and wrapped her arms around the two of them. She could have cried out in pain from the soreness of her wrists, but refused as she relished holding her two boys.

Milah pointed her finger at her mother. "He's mine! Not yours!"

"We'll see what the court says after I get custody." Gladius stood formidable in front of her daughter, stoic as she dealt with her daughter. Outside, Belle could hear sirens approaching, growing quickly nearer. She did not care though, feeling Rumald slip his arm around her, holding her close.

"I won't let you get away with this!" Milah threatened.

"Dove," Gladius turned her attention to Dove. "Take these two outside for the police."

"What?!" Milah screamed as Dove grabbed a hold of her and Killian and dragged the pair off out of the house. Gladius checked on them over one of the couches and then left them to search for her grandson.

There was a pounding of footsteps entering the house. Belle titled her head to see who it was and smiled seeing Emma approaching them. The young girl crouched down next to Albert, placing her hand on his back, and tried to spy Rumald underneath Albert.

"The police are here and there's an ambulance coming as well." Emma informed them.

"Come on." Rumald gently pushed them all away, but then used his hand on Albert to aid him in sitting up. "I need to get up."

"You probably shouldn't move." Belle tried to tell him, assisting him anyway with arm hooked under his arm.

Rumald winched a few times getting up, clambering up them onto his feet, and swayed once he was standing, held mostly up by Albert and Belle. He put his weight heavily onto Albert, who groaned with the added weight. Rumald shuffled his way by Mike and Malcolm, stumbling towards the open front door. As Belle went to follow, she looked down at Mike and Malcolm in turn, and that was when she saw the pool of blood beneath Malcolm. Dove had killed him, saving Albert. Saving all of them.

"Belle." Rumald called from where he lingered by the door, Albert wedged under his arm for support.

She swallowed hard looking down at Malcolm. There was no sorrow for him. Belle promised she would never forgive him. He did not deserve it after everything he had put Rumald through, had put their whole family through. The audacity of him to think he had the right to take their lives and get away with it, disgusted her as she stepped over him. Malcolm would be buried and forever forgotten.

When she got to where Rumald and Albert waited for her, Emma lingered outside of the door, Belle slid her arm around Rumald's waist as he slung his arm over her shoulders, drawing her into his side. They left together, ambling steadily from the house. The house and them were lit up with the police lights flashing, washing them in red and blue light. Belle tightly squeezed into Rumald's side to which he groaned, his body flinched away from her. She turned her face into his chest, erupting in tears as she felt blessed to have him still by her side.