Leon winced at the pain, as her hands formed into a fist. "You bastard" Rhage said under his breath. The man cut deeper, as a small yell escaped from her mouth. "Stop! What do you want? I'll give you anything" The man smiled wickedly at him, "Anything?" Hollywood growled, "Yes. Just let her go. She has nothing to do with this" The man smirked, "I want the car" Hollywood cocked an eyebrow, "The car? Why?" "Did I say you can ask questions? Give me the car, or I'll have her instead" Rhage growled deeply, and threw him the keys. The man laughed, and threw Leon to Rhage.

He took her in his arms, as she buried her face in his chest, sobbing a bit. "It's ok, it'll be alright" She nodded her head. Rhage looked back at the man, "Go, now. Before I bite your head off" The man smiled, and disappeared in the forest.

Rhage took Leon to the side, and looked at the wound, "It's ok. It's not that deep, so you'll be fine. I'll have V heal you" She nodded her head, rubbing her shoulder. He wiped away the tears with his thumb, "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. Alright kiddo?" She nodded her head again, "What did those men want?" He could notice the crack ness in her voice, "I wish I knew. C'mon, let's go back in the bar and get you fixed" He picked her up, and started walking to the bar.

"And you said I was stupid" said Butch, taking in another shot. Vishous laughed, "And I STILL say you're stupid. But in a good, brotherly way" "Yeah, yeah" Butch looked around, "Where the hell is Hollywood and Leon?" "They're probably having trouble finding a spare tire…" he took another sip of the Grey Goose, "But I'll go check up on them" He walked outside, rubbing his hands together as he stared at his breath in the air. His eyes darted around for Rhage and Leon, but found nothing. After a good few seconds, he found a figure with a female in his arms. He squinted, and saw that it was Hollywood with Leon in his arms. "Shit" He ran towards them, and found blood dripping from Leon's shoulder.

"What the hell happened?!" he bellowed. Rhage looked at him, "There's no time for talk. You need to heal her. She's coming up with a bad cold, and I think her cut is infected. She lost conscience on the way" Vishous growled, as they walked in the bar.

He laid her on the couch, moving the hair away from her face. V took away Rage's leather jacket that draped over her. He examined the cut, and cursed. He took off his glove, the one without the tattoos, and rubbed her cheek. She was so pale, her lips were purple, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably. His gaze went to Hollywood, "Leave. I need to heal her, and I don't feel right with you over my shoulder" Rhage nodded, as he walked over to Butch.

"Hey, what happened?" he asked. Rhage pulled a seat next to Butch, leaning back, "I think I know who shot the tire" Butch leaned forward, "Oh really?" "Yeah. We took a walk when she figured out that the cause of out flat tire was a gun shot. Then someone came out to attack us. A lesser. I killed him of course but…" Butch stared at him, "But one?" "Another on had Aimee in his arms, with a knife to her neck" Butch stared at him and bit his lip, "There's more to it. I can tell" "He would only let her go if…he had the escalade" "And did you give it to him?" "Of course I did! I wouldn't just let him slice Aimee's neck"

Butch drank another shot, and stared at him, "Why all of a sudden, you're calling her Aimee now?" "Because it's her real name?" he said. "Just asking, I'll call her Aimee now too I guess" Rhage rolled his eyes, and sighed, "Now, the problem is just telling V that his car is in the hands of a madman"

"RHAGE! Imma gonna kick your ass!" Butch stared at Hollywood, "I have a feeling he already knows" "You think?" Rhage covered his head with his hands, sighing. He stood up from his chair and looked at Vishous. V's eyes furrowed, his hands forming into fists.

V glared at Hollywood, not caring how big he was. His temper was larger, "If you like that face of yours, you better start explaining" he gruffed. Hollywood stared at V and frowned, "You better cool off, my brother" V rolled his eyes, "Yeah, you come back with Aimee bleeding, she's sick, and she starts talking about a male you attacked. She was threatened Rhage! You expect me to calm down?! She's in danger now" He dropped on the seat, rubbing his tattoo on his forehead. Rhage sat down slowly, "Ok. She saw that we got out flat tire from a gun. She wanted answers. So I gave it to her, and we took a walk. And then someone attacked us..." he sighed, "then before I knew it, she had a knife to her neck. The only way he would let her go if..." he stopped and looked at the floor, "he wanted your escalade"

Vishous sighed and grabbed the Grey Goose bottle. He needed it more than he wanted it. Rhage looked at Vishous, "I'm sorry" Vishous shook his head, swallowing the vodka down, "Don't be. I'd rather lose a car than lose a life" He tightened the straps on his gloves, his eyes glistened with revenge, "But she's in danger now. She can't live by herself. She'll probably get kidnapped. We need to keep her at the mansion" "Wrath has been too much stress. We can't add more to that" "So what are you saying? Leave her here alone and risk her life? I don't think so"

Butch leaned back, his head turning from one end to the table to the other. He always hated being part of those kinds of conversations. He stood up, rubbing the back of his head, "While you two are talking this out, I'm going to give myself a walk around the bar" Vishous and Rhage nodded at him while he left.

He walked over to the couch, where Aimee was lying down. His eyes examined her body. She looked so pale, and her lips were still purple, it reminded him of that girl in Titanic. Her eyes seemed half way open, but she didn't say anything until her pupils looked up at him. Once she smiled, it was like her face started glowing, "Hey Butch". He grabbed a chair, and slid it next to the arm of the couch, "Hey, how you feeling" She sat up half way, shrugging a bit, "Could be better" she smiled. Butch shook his head in disbelief, "How you could be so sick and manage a smile on your face? It's pretty amazing actually" he laughed, "Hey, I have a question. Redsox or Yankees?"

She looked at him and smirked, "Yankees all the way" His face squinted, "Oh you disgust me" "Wait, hold up, you're a Redsox fan?! We're not even in Boston!" He crossed his arms, and gave a small pout, "So?" She laughed at him, "Yeah yeah. But I'm more of a hockey fan. Y'know, Rangers kill all" "I don't watch hockey much. Sometimes. But I'll take your word on that" he smiled.

She sat up and rubbed her forehead, "Damn, it's pretty hard to believe that happened" she said. The scene ran through her head, and it wouldn't stop. She could remember every single detail, every single word, every single hit. It was all there, in her mind. Then Vishous came in, looking at her, "You're coming with us

DUN DUN DUN! Lol. Just need to add one more chapter. Review (?)