Hereford, England – 9pm

John slowly made his way to Annabelle's house. He made her a promise to reserve an entire evening for just the two of them and being a man of his word, he held fast to that in spite of the latest addition to the John versus Annabelle list of arguments that occurred two days before…

"Why won't you have sex with me, John?" Annabelle pouted and placed her hands on John's chest. John sighed and took her by the wrists and began to remove her hands.

"Look, Annabelle, it's just-"

"It's small isn't it?" she interjected then crossed her arms across her chest like a spoiled child.

"What!?" John exclaimed almost choking on his own saliva.

"Jenny warned me about this…That's why we haven't done it yet!" She continued. Annabelle stepped closer to John and pressed herself onto him. "You don't have to hide from me, honey. I have seen smaller."

"Huh? Who the fuck is Jenny!?..." he stomped a foot in frustration.

A surge of pain assaulted his head and he moved his hands up to massage his temples.

"Oh no... no no no no.." He muttered and rolled his eyes, above all the reasons. "Annabelle! You're straying from the point." He said waving his hands about to prove his point then let his shoulders slump, feeling exasperated.

She jerked away from him and glared at him accusingly as her hot temper began to take over the dear, sweet Annabelle, "Really! Then prove it! Prove to me that you're not…" she started then gasped when John grabbed her hand and pressed it firmly onto his groin.

Instinctively, her jaw dropped and he felt her fingers latch on to his member.

He raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly with a smirk on his lips as he watched her, eyes wide and mouth agape. "Far from it, sweetheart."

"Ohhh…." She said finally.

"Yeess." He replied, dragging it out. Feeling a little pleased with himself.

After a few minutes of coaxing, another heap of bullshit and a glass of cold water she finally calmed down. If his objective wasn't to get some attention off of Bree he would have given up on this venture ages ago.

It felt like a drag to get dressed that evening and tear away from the base which he left in order.

He found it oddly surprising that nothing actually went wrong on the base in the last 5hours yet everything else in his life just seemed to be wrong all together.

As he drove in silence he decided to take the time alone to contemplate is sticky situation. His run in with Bree at the apartment left him reeling as he replayed the entire scene in his head.

After his phone call had ended, Bree already made herself scarce so sitting down with her for a nice chat was out of the question. In an effort to keep the peace he decided to let sleeping dogs lie and call it a night with her. It was a fight to ignore longing he felt on the inside.

As he turned onto Ana's street, he noticed that she had three extra cars parked in her driveway one behind the other, leading up to the house. Immediately he knew he'd driven himself into hell with Annabelle and her 'clan' of forever PMS-ing females as the hosts.

The closer he got, the slower everything seemed to be moving. As wonderful suburban scenery, cloaked in the darkness of the night and adorned by the many lights that shone brightly from each household gracefully rolled by his tinted windows, he placed a hand on his chest and rubbed it in anticipation for the worst.

For weeks Annabelle had been bugging him to come meet her friends but he just never found the time to do it. She even went as far as saying that she suspected that her friends thought that he was an imaginary man and she just wanted to show them that he was in fact a real life man.

Upon hearing her statement he immediately declined in the most polite way he could think of but that was not enough for Annabelle the great. The woman was persistent and now it seemed like she got what she wanted even though it was at his demise.

Summing up his last ounce of courage, he stepped out of his car, grabbed the bunch of flowers he got for her off the passenger seat and locked the doors.

Then with one last check on his outfit in the dark windows, like the sharply dressed man that he always was, he took a deep breath of fresh night air that might just be his last.

John strode purposefully to Annabelle's front door and rang the doorbell. In an instant the door flew open and there stood one of the members of the clan.

"Oh... Hey." She said then beamed at him. At first glance him she looked like she was ready to eat him until Ana appeared in the door way.

"Sydney, don't just stare let him in!" she scolded in her perfectly polished English.

The woman did as she was told and stepped back so he can come in. As expected, Ana had her friends over in full force so he had to be on his best behaviour.

Like the goodly boyfriend that he was, he walked over to Annabelle and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Good evening, beautiful." He said then smiled at the chorus of 'Aww He's so sexy' emanating from the not so nearby dining room.

"Hi babe" Ana replied, sounding winded. "Oh! These are for me?" she squealed then took the flowers right out of his grasp.

"Uh... sure. They are…" he said.

"Sydney!" She snapped at the clearly phased woman, "Put these in some water."

With post haste, Sydney scuttled over to Ana and took the flowers from her and dashed for the kitchen like a servant girl.

John looked down at Ana and frowned. "Ana, you didn't have to speak to her like that…You could have done that yourself." He stated firmly.

Annabelle wound herself around John and purred like an innocent kitten. "No way I'm ruining these nails, babe." She said, selfishly. But John's gaze remained impassive.

Gently, he shook her off and started for her overly luxurious dining room that was lined with eagerly waiting females.

Sometimes he wondered to himself why he dared to such great lengths to forget a good woman with one that was too bad to begin with.

Back At the Apartment… 11pm

Bree sat cross-legged on the sofa sipping a nice hot cup of cocoa from one hand and absentmindedly flipping through the pages of an old issue of Cosmo UK that arrived for her during her stay in Russia. Thank goodness John was gracious enough to collect her mail for her though his grace didn't seem to extend to the part where he gave a heads up on his brand new tail chasing expedition.

She pouted then stabbed a finger at the title of the page she landed on. 'How to keep your man happy in the sack.' She was pretty damn sure she sucked enough cock to get some sort of recognition. In fact Nobel Peace Prize should be in order.

A lick of frustration came over her and she slammed the magazine shut. Just then, the phone rang and shook her out of the oncoming thoughts of despair when it came to men.

When she checked the caller ID it was Yuri.

"You settled in okay?" his concerned voice said delicately on the other end of the call.

"Yes, thank you. We are okay…nothing weird as yet." Bree half lied as if seeing John so soon was not weird enough.

She got up from her perch to pace the apartment as she spoke, all the while completely oblivious to the danger that awaited her from across the street.

In the darkness of the shadows that hovered over the abandoned house just across the street from the apartment a new henchman, Damien's replacement, observed Bree from afar.

Ross McGregor, your average riff raff. High school dropout and had a juvenile record so large he had an entire cabinet for himself. Forever struggling to make ends meet and living off of society's scraps was his sob story.

After the last guy who was on this woman's case "expired" he was sent in to pick up the slack. And by slack it meant keeping tabs on this handsome fellow that was said to have the hots for this chick.

Ross chewed thoughtfully on a stray piece of gum he found in the pocket of his jacket as he peered through his binoculars and into the single gap in the drapery in the apartment.

He'd only been there for 12 hours and from what he saw, 'Damn, this girl was fine' he thought. He could understand why his contact wanted to have her watched 24/7.

Ross observed in silence as she paced the room while on the phone. "That ass" he muttered to himself. He was dragged back to reality kicking and screaming when his phone buzzed to life beneath him. It was the contact.

"Was he there?" the contact asked.

"He was for a short while then he left." Ross reported.

"Good. Keep a look out, we'll be there shortly."

"Yes, Sir" Ross replied. Slowly he licked his lips and turned his gaze back to the beauty in the window.

Meanwhile, Bree stretched and scratched her head as she listened intently to what Yuri was saying to her.

"I promise I'd be there in the morning, give Yana my love." He said, sounding somewhat sentimental. "And take care of yourself."

Bree smiled and nodded into the receiver, willing herself to not cry thanks to these god- damned pregnancy hormones. "Have a good night, Yuri" she said then clicked off and began her trek to the bathroom.

When she emerged from the bathroom all clean, tidy and ready for bed, Bree took one last peak at Yana and slowly walked downstairs to do one last sweep before she turned in.

One by one she checked the windows then the doors until she was satisfied that all was well. However, it was just as she turned around to make her way back to the master bedroom was when she came face to face with her fate.

Her body stiffened under the weight of his unexpected presence. On impulse she swiped at her leg for Bob but for once he was not there. "Fuck…" she muttered, remembering where she left the Desert Eagle sitting on the cover of the toilet bowl.

"A pleasant good night to you, lass" the man said in a thick Scottish accent. A dark smile slowly spread across his face but never reached his eyes as he ran his fingers through his wavy, blond hair.

Immediately, he began to advance on her, swiftly and without sound his large strides closed the gap that separated them. Trying to mentally remain in control of the situation, Bree backed up slowly until she felt her back stroke the wood of the front door.

"How did you-?" she started. Last time she checked the windows upstairs were closed.

"Get in?" the man said, "Oh that was easy, the window, we cut through that shit like a steak."

"Who are you?" she said sternly as she glared up at his 6ft 5 frame that now loomed over her and instantly made her feel like a child.

His eyes were dark and assessing for a moment then he placed his hand on his chest as if he were shot and faked a gasp of horror. "Didn't your man tell you about me? I'm truly hurt by that." He said with a taunting smile spreading across his face.

Determined to get this joker out of her face and out of her house she stole a glance to her left and spotted a lone umbrella standing by the door. As vulnerable as she was at the moment she still took the chance to grab for it but he was faster.

His hand clamped on her wrist and shook the umbrella free. "Now, is this how you treat a guest?" he said, the darkness returning to his voice. He spun her around like a doll and pressed his front to her back as he pinned her hands together in his larger ones. "Little Soapy always had great taste in ladies." he growled into her ear as he walked her into the living room.

Bree jumped as she felt his hand moving up her leg. "What the fuck do you want?" she demanded despite her situation but the man ignored her and continued his exploit.

"Are you deaf!? " she roared then stomped her foot onto his. Angrily he howled in pain, spun her around again and slapped her across her face.

Bree stumbled backward and fell flat on her bottom only to be dragged up again by her hair.

"Don't fuck with me bitch!" he said then tore the front of her night gown to expose her naked breasts. She winced as he cupped them roughly and scrapped her nipples with his rough, calloused hands.

"Hmm…real nice" he murmured. "I hope lil Soapy does not mind sharing these goodies, just like old times…Then again he was always selfish with his.. Chocolate."

"N-no! Please…Who. Are. you?" she asked again as she instinctively shielded her stomach. The break in her voice irritated her.

The man paused for a moment as if taking note of her behaviour.

"Oh baby, didn't John tell you? I'm Dex Toreno." He said. His disgusting breath was hot against her skin as he lowered his head to taste her. His mouth was rough and pain jolted her as his greedy fingers dug deep and his teeth nipped at her tender flesh.

Dex let out a moan of vile satisfaction that was enough to make her hurl.

Under normal circumstances whipping his ass would have been at the top of the menu but she had to forget it all with a baby on board. Bree then tried to pull away again but he was too big and too strong. Bree felt herself retreating to that dark place in her mind as she awaited the imminent danger.

"Quiet down, lass. I won't touch you… much." He laughed at his own twisted joke then released her. "I'd like you to meet some friends of mine." he said as he gestured dramatically towards the staircase where his band of henchmen now stood.

Bree watched in horror as the group of men began to advance on her. A chill ran through her spine as she tried her best to cover her now sore chest with the tattered remains of her night gown. But rage rose up in her when she noticed one of the men cradled a sleeping Yana in his arms.

"Get your filthy hands off my child!" she shouted and flung herself at him only to be stopped by Dex reaching for her hair again.

"Have no fear, I have no business with the little one, she's just my leverage for tonight." Dex chuckled to himself again. "I can't have you doing anything you would regret."

The shortest of the group approached her and began assessing her with his steely blue eyes. What worried her most was the fact that he held something resembling a toolkit in his right hand.

Dex pushed her away and paced the room for a bit then stepped over to the man with the kit. He clapped a hand on his shoulder and grinned at Bree. "This here is Dr. Jameson and he'll be attending to you today. So be a good girl and it would all be over soon."

He swung his body over to her again and grabbed her neck in a vice. Bree heard herself gasp and sputter as the thumb of his meaty hand pressed into her windpipe. "It's not like you'll remember any of this, but I would sure as fuck make sure MacTavish does!" he spat.

Bree's eyes began to fade under the pressure he placed her under as she tried to claw his hand away. The lights in the room seemed to flicker just as she felt Dex's rough hand on her stomach; caressing it with his fingertips.

Weakly, she attempted to clamp her hand onto his to get it off. Her action only made his eyes light up with realisation.

"There seems to be a little someone growing in here… is there?" he asked, sounding amused as he pressed his face to the side of her face to nuzzle her. "John junior?" he teased. His wicked grin reappearing as he fed off of the fear that resided in her eyes.

"One step ahead of him as usual…When would he ever learn?" Dex continued, his voice raising a decibel louder with every word. "He really thought he could pull the wool over my eyes by dating that blonde haired twat?!"

Slowly, Dex slipped his hand into his pocket and lifted it out with a flourish. Bree's breathing quickened when the light reflected off the golden knuckle ring that now adorned his fingers.

"Well lass, we'll have time for that crock of shit later. Right now, I don't want any hiccups." he said then doubled his fist and slammed it into her abdomen. "I always get what I want." He whispered to her as she slipped from his grip.

Soundlessly she doubled over as the white hot pain ripped through her and forced her to her knees. Dex stood over her and barked his orders to the men. If she had one chance to reach out to John right now the only thing she would say to him was, 'I'm sorry…'

Dex nudged Bree's now motionless body on the floor with his foot. "Let's do our thing doc. The rest of you get this place back to its original state. None of this ever happened."

Hereford, England – 6am

Yuri arrived at the apartment the following morning as promised. The cool morning air clung to his skin as he walked up to the front door, paused for a beat then pressed the doorbell.

One minute went by before he pressed it again; Nothing… Quickly he slipped out his phone and tried her number; the phone rang audibly on the inside but no answer came. The tightness in his stomach indicated two things to him, one: he had not eaten for the morning and two: something was wrong with Bree.

Not waiting for any further indications, Yuri glanced over his shoulder to make sure he was alone outside and got to work on the lock. Like a good girl, it slipped open. He turned the knob and pushed but the chain on the door prevented him from opening it all the way.

He paused for a second to listen for any movement on the inside and that was when he heard it. Yana was screaming at the top of her lungs. Leaping into action, Yuri took his boot to the door and rushed inside. Yana's voice rang out from the nursery.

Yuri's chest felt as if it was about to burst as a sense of urgency and fatherly instinct consumed him. He charged up the staircase and got to Yana. He found her standing in her crib holding both out her arms to him. Her face was tear-streaked and red with effort as she continued to cry. He took her up in his arms and rocked her gently.

"Shh shh…Daddy's here." he said softly as he rubbed her back in an effort to sooth her discomfort. She settled down with her head on his shoulder and wrapped her little arms around his neck. "Where's mommy?" he said, mostly to himself.

Yuri walked out of the nursery and went in search of Bree. He checked the master bedroom and the guest room but she was nowhere to be found until he got to the bathroom. With Yana in tow he kept her head down as he inched the door open and flicked on the light.

The sight greeted his eyes with exponential force… There was blood…. Blood everywhere…