"Oh no you don't, come back here!" Emmalyn shrieked, yanking the toddler by the collar of her shirt. Bethany howled in glee as she was thrust onto her mother's hip. "You think this is funny, do you?" she asked the young girl, who was unaware of the danger she had nearly put herself into. She placed Bethany back onto the floor; and the child immediately began to prance around gleefully once the she caught sight of her older cousin, Nathaniel. The pair squeezed one another dearly, Nathaniel then handed Bethany one of his several toy cars.
Alejandro, Matt and Maero waltzed into the house, catching Emmalyn's notice. "Don't tell me you left Alyssa out there?" she stated in a mildly disconcerted tone. Maero ran his broad fingers through her hair, kissing her on the forehead, deliberately disregarding her previous words. "She's right behind us. She had something to take care of." Alejandro answered from across the living room, parked on the plush couch. Located on the far right of the room, was Matt, who was tuning his guitar. Emmalyn shrugged.
Alyssa finally made her appearance, her face was flushed. "I am telling you these clinics have been sent from hell!" she carped, her hands placed firmly on her hips. "What's the problem now?" Matt called to her, never glancing upward. "I can't get an appointment for Nathan until next month." She sighed, plopping down next to him. "Ah, don't fret over such things." Matt comforted, ruffling her mane. This was the first time in months that the remnants of Maero's family had been in one room – including the children. The months drifted by without a mere precursor of violence. The 3rd Street Saints gobbled any fragment of the Ronin – who were hanging by a thread of existence.
In these months, both gangs were lulled into a bogus wisdom of serenity, something that could prove to be a costly blunder. Emmalyn paced down the end of the hallway, tilting her head around the wall, checking on the children. No matter how many times she stole a glance at them, the pesky sentiment of dread by no means dissipated. Releasing a relieved breath, she arrived back to the main room, joining in on the rambunctious laughter. She rubbed the palms of her hands on her jeans, snuggling next to Maero. A brief moment of jubilee passed, Emmalyn found herself giggling at Alejandro's jokes.
The peaceful ambience of the backwoods neighborhood was disrupted by the sound of screeching tires against the gravel pavement. "What in the hell?" Maero mumbled, rising from the seat. Emmalyn leaned forward, the pesky dismay maturing heavily. "I-I'm gonna see if the kids are alright." Emmalyn announced, stuttering. She rose from her chair, taking a few steps towards the hallway. Alarm ringed sharply as the sound of a fraught toddler could be heard. "Bethany, honey!" Emmalyn cried frantically, her feet seemed to glide down the passageway. "Bethany!" she screamed as her eyes met upon a blurry figure and Bethany attempting to pull away. Emmalyn dashed after the mystery, her heart thumping loudly, adrenaline flushing out all sense of hearing.
She stumbled against the threshold, clearly unaware of Alyssa chasing behind her. "EMMALYN!" Alyssa yelled out to her. Matt snatched Nathaniel, dashing towards the Alaskan and whisking him away from the scene. Emmalyn nearly tripped on her shoes, unable to catch the shadow tugging her baby. She watched as the yellow Zenith sped in the distance. Just as the car drove away, her phone began to blare. Intuitively, she answered. "You want little Bethany alive and well, I had best see you at Kanto." The feminine voice commanded. Emmalyn huffed, biting her bottom lip. "Eliza, you lay one hand on her, you'll find yourself on the other side of the river." She snarled, hanging up the phone.
Ignoring Alyssa, Emmalyn ran around the corner of the house, finding Maero and Alejandro loading their guns. She climbed into the monstrous truck and Maero began to swerve off before he could even shut the driver's door. Alejandro was driving quickly behind them in his own vehicle, signaling for the other Brotherhood to follow. Emmalyn gripped the door handle. Her heart was racing, palms sweaty. "I'm going as fast as I can!" Maero responded to her buzzing thoughts. The couple paid no heed to traffic, weaving to the Saints Row District.