A.N
Sorry for the delay in getting to this chapter. Please don't think I've abandoned this story because I haven't, I promise. It's very much a WIP and it's a story I have really loved writing. And I definitely wanted this chapter to be right. Chapters will be out when I can get them done. I work two very demanding jobs please remember that. Yes, I have two other stories WIP right now too but where inspiration leads me is where I'll be writing.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

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K xx

"Are you sure you want to do this, son?" Ray asked as he cut the engine of the car and looked to Christian sat beside him. "It's okay if you don't want to. You can stay here and I'll go in."

Christian looked to him. "I'm coming in with you. There is no way in hell that I'm letting that piece of shit not get what's coming to him."

"Then let's go." Ray told him with a smirk as he climbed out of the car.

Getting out his side, Christian then followed Ray into the warehouse where Elliot and Taylor were currently holed up with the monster. He didn't know what he felt more. Sick knowing, he was about to come face to face with him. Rage knowing what he had done to his fiancé and son. Hurt knowing how much he had physically and mentally hurt not just Ana, but Kate as well as their entire families. He was all over the place.

Ray could see how agitated Christian was starting to get. Stopping as he got to the door he then looked to Christian. "Relax." He told him. "We need to keep a clear head when we get in there. Monsters like Morton will thrive off knowing how pissed you are. He'll goad you and wind you up."

Christian gave a nod. "He can goad me all he likes. At the end of this I'm still going to beat the absolute shit out of him."

Ray smirked. "No, you're not. I'll let you get a few punches in…but you are going to stay calm because you have a fiancé and a son at home. They need you more, okay?"

Christian sighed and gave a reluctant nod. Truth be told he would love nothing more than to kill the fucker but Ray was right. He had to think of Ana and Teddy first. They were his priority. Following Ray into the warehouse he then had to physically clench his fists ready, knowing if he didn't punch the fucker, he would strangle the piece of shit to death. As soon as he heard Morton's voice, although he had never heard it, instantly sent shivers down his spine.

"Oh look. It's daddy." Morton mocked with a chuckle as he looked to Ray.

Ray looked to him. Taylor and Elliot had already given him a once over. He had a busted lip, bloody nose which he guessed was broken and two black eyes.

"You thought I would miss this?" Ray asked with a chuckle. "You took the most precious thing from me. Made me think she was dead. Kept her captive…kept my grandson captive. Refused to buy him fucking milk." He seethed. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't snap your fucking neck right now?"

Christian looked to Ray. His words were clear as day but oozed absolute threat.

"You fucking tell him Ray!" Elliot goaded as he rubbed his knuckles. "If you don't do it, please let me." Elliot hissed glaring at Morton.

Morton rolled his eyes. "Who are you?"

"I'm the girl you practically paralysed boyfriend. The damage you did to my girl as well as Ana and my nephew…well I'm out for fucking blood."

Morton scoffed before his eyes settled on Christian. "And you must be Ana's boy."

"Fiancé actually." Christian corrected to him. "And the father of the baby she gave birth to." He stepped closer to him. "Mark my words. If you get out of here alive tonight. It won't be for very long." He warned him. "What you did to Ana. That is unforgivable. And you won't be getting away with it. Along with what you did to Jack. But the fact you wouldn't even get my son milk so he could eat. A fucking basic human right. You are going to be annihilated and I will have great pleasure in watching you suffer."

"As will I." Came a voice behind them.

Whipping around hearing that voice, Christian looked to his fiancé who was stood in the doorway. "Baby…what are you doing here?" He asked moving closer to her and moving his arms protectively around her. The thought of her being in the same room as that monster made him on edge.

"I couldn't not be here." Ana whispered looking up to him. "I needed to see that he's being punished…that I can relax knowing he's taken care of…"

"The baby?" He whispered to her. "And how did you even know we were here? How did you get here?"

"You're asking a lot of questions." Ana whispered to him. "But to answer them all. The baby is with Gail. He's absolutely fine. And to both those questions. Sawyer. I told him he either brings me here willingly or I'll run here myself and scream bloody murder if he tried to stop me in the street."

He gave a nod before giving her a kiss to the head. "Stay close and don't interact with him. He wants to lap up the attention."

Ana gave a nod before she then looked to her father who was not impressed to see her. "I need to be here dad."

"I need to be here dad." Morton mocked with the roll of his eyes before he looked to Ana and smirked as he eyed her up and down. "Looking good beautiful. Can't even tell you had a baby."

Christian was about to punch him right across the jaw but Elliot beat him to it.

"Don't you dare speak to her. Or even look at her." Elliot spat at him. "You're nothing but a disgusting piece of shit."

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Morton glared to Elliot. "You think hitting me is going to make you feel better?"

"Oh, it will trust me, but see my friend there?" He asked gesturing to Taylor. "He was in the army. He has no problem in gouging your fucking eyes out. So, like I said. Don't speak to Ana. Don't fucking look at her. You think Ray is your biggest problem here? You're in for a long fucking night." Punching him one more time he then stood protectively next to Ana.

"My mother was good to you." Ana commented as she looked to him. She needed to have her say. "You had everything. She gave you everything. Yet it wasn't enough for you?"

Morton just looked at her and smirked.

"Did you hope my baby would die? Was that why you refused to buy him milk? Needed him out of the way?" She snapped at him.

"That spawn just got in the way." Morton hissed. "You were supposed to be mine!"

"I was never yours!" Ana screamed back at him. "Never!"

Holding onto Ana tightly, Christian glared at Morton. They wouldn't be able to be here for long. If he wasn't going to kill Morton, Ana probably would! She was getting more worked up by the second, he could feel her body getting more and more ridged in his arms.

"You would have been. Eventually." Morton smirked.

Looking to Ana, Christian then guided her to Elliot and looked to him. "Hold her." He told him before he turned to Morton.

Moving his arms protectively around Ana Elliot held her close. She was his little sister. He would protect her at all costs.

Standing in front of Morton, Christian looked to him. "She would have never been yours." Christian told him firmly before punching him as hard as he could across the face. "She will forever be mine. Never yours." He hissed at him punching him over and over.

The more Christian punched the living crap out Morton, the more the tears fell as she watched on. For so long they had waited for this…. well for justice. She didn't care how she got justice. She just wanted it.

Seeing Ana upset, Taylor then moved over to Christian and stopped his next punch. "You're at that limit." Taylor whispered to him. Christian had always said to him if he ever got this opportunity and he could see him reaching his limit he was to step in no matter what. "Ana needs you." He whispered to him glancing back to Ana.

Hearing those three words, Christian looked to his bodyguard…his new founded friend before he then turned and looked to Ana who hand her father and Elliot trying to comfort her. Punching Morton one last time he then wiped his bloody knuckles in his trousers before he moved over to Ana and took her in his arms and pressed a kiss to her head. "Let's go home." He whispered to her.

"In a minute." She whispered to him before she looked up to him before she then looked to her father. "Did you bring Greg with you?"

Christian looked to her and frowned. Who the fuck was Greg?

"Annie…"

"Please dad." Ana begged looking to him.

Ray reluctantly pulled out a pocket knife from his back pocket and handed it to his daughter. "Don't be silly…"

"I'm not." She told him. "Just getting some sort of power back." She mumbled looking to the knife in her hand before she went over to Morton. Taylor stayed close and all three men stepped closer behind her. Opening the knife, she then ran her finger across the blade. "You tried to destroy me." She commented before she then looked to him. Christian had given him a good beating. He was barely conscious. "But in the end…I won." She whispered before she stabbed Morton in the leg as hard as she could, ignoring the screams coming from his pathetic lips. "If you survive tonight…I hope you remember this moment. Remember that I had the last laugh. Your life is over and mine is finally beginning. I'm going to go home with fiancé. To my beautiful little boy. To be happy. Whereas your life? Is now pathetic and frankly…not worth living. I won't feel no guilt. And neither will anyone is this room. Make the most of your last moments and I hope you rot in hell." She spat at him before yanking the knife out and passing it back to her father before swiftly leaving the warehouse.

"Go." Ray ordered Christian, not wanting his daughter to be alone. He was pissed that she had turned up but right now he was so fucking proud of her. She had shown real strength. She would have the last laugh and he couldn't wait to dispose of this piece of scum. Looking to Taylor and Elliot he slipped the knife back into his pocket. "Are you fellas ready to finish this off?"

Elliot smirked and rubbed his hands together. "Let's end this fucker."

"Baby wait." Christian called after Ana. Reaching her he pulled her into his arms, gesturing for Sawyer to stay where he was as he got out of their waiting car. Holding her tightly he kissed her head and just held her tightly to him. "It's okay." He whispered to her. "You're okay."

"I feel…numb." She whispered back, her arms still hanging by her sides.

"Only for now." He whispered back to her. Pulling back to her he cupped her face for her to look at him. "You're going to be okay. You had the last word. Had the last laugh. You were right. We get to go home to our beautiful boy and we are going to live happily ever after. And him? He won't see the light of day again." He pressed a kiss to her lips. "You were so brave and I am so proud of you. So proud that I get to spend my life with you."

"I don't feel guilty about stabbing him."

"I don't feel guilty about beating the shit out of him." Christian told her with a shrug. "Everything that has happened…he had it coming. We are getting justice for you, for Teddy, for Jack, for Kate…for our families. He deserves everything he is going to get him. If he dies? I don't care." He simply told her before he took her hand and interlocked their fingers. "Now come on. Let's go home and see her boy. Then when he's down for the night, I am going to make slow, sweet love to you all night long."

Ana looked to him as she listened to him. He was right. Morton had everything that was coming to him. He didn't deserve to live. Shaking her head, she then groaned. "You keep talking like that and we won't make it back to the apartment and I don't think Sawyer would be very impressed." She looked to him before she squeezed his hand. "Let's go and see our baby." She whispered to him with a smile.

Christian smirked to her before he then nodded as he headed over to the car, opening the door for Ana he waited for her to get in before climbing in after her. Looking to Sawyer he gave a small nod. "Back home, Sawyer." He told him before closing the door and moving his arm around Ana and held her close to him as she relaxed in his arms. He didn't care what was happening back in the warehouse. He got his punches in. Ana got her say. What those three did with that scumbag…well he honestly didn't care. His life was Ana and Teddy right now. There was no way he was going to dwell on whether that piece of shit lived or died.