Niks

So, turns out my suspicions of Lee and Angel dating were true to a certain extent. That son of a bitch murdered my Ma, for which he shall pay in the extremes. 5pm meeting with the wanker with some high end tech from the Miami crew. When I got ready, I dressed normally or like I would when undercover. I had a purple razorback swing Ed Hardy tank top, destroyed crop jeans, dark wash denim jacket and white Ed Hardy flat sneakers. For jewellery, it was lucky anklets on right ankle, Ed Hardy white watch and bat studs . I put my latest VB styled (The curled one, not the pob) bob in a ponytail, that's how you know I meant business. I hated having my hair up at the best of times. The crew fitted my glasses with a mini mic and camera. I walked into the warehouse, careful and cautious as Erik was a stealth master. I had the good sense to go in subtly armed. But the crew didn't know that. I had the normal glock .22 in the waistband of my jeans and something special in a hidden pocket in my jacket. "Nicola." I turned round to face the evil monster.

"You're a fucking monster." I growled, trying not to get myself killed. That won't do Angel or Lee no good.

"That may be. But you know what I want, Nicola. And you know I won't stop till I get what I want. " Never.

"You know damn well I aint had nothing to do with that. Erika done that herself and you damn well freaking know that. She was the one who murdered your best friend and cuz I was her friend during college, you think I would know where the fuck she is. Hell fucking no. If I knew, I would've told you where the fuck she was when you first asked me. Would've saved us the trouble." I may should have kept my mouth shut here. Erika is Erik's twin sister and they were real close as you could get. I was now scared as fucking hell and hoping the mics screwed up cuz only I knew why Erik had done all this and I wanted to keep it that way.

"LIAR!" He screamed as he slapped my left cheek, nails scraping up DNA as they flew across me. I cupped my cheek and felt the blood trickle out as I did. I couldn't take it. I went to hit him and he blocked it. Oh hell no. He just initiated a fight and inferno per non impazzire am I going to back down. I end up creating a hell of a fight. He seemed shocked at where I got my moves. I took him out with a nearly lethal roundhouse kick to the back of his head.

"Never set me on a mission. I didn't become a 2nd Dan black belt for nothing." I felt something steel-like connect with the back of my head and I collapsed to the ground unconscious surrounded by darkness. I woke up to electricity being shot through my veins. I opened my eyes lazily and saw my bare feet connected to crocodile clips with were connected to an board which looked like it controlled the voltage of electricity coursing through my veins. I saw a bitch who ruined things before and she's about to do it again. Standing next to her was the bastard. She upped the wattage and sent the electricity to fry my veins. I screamed and writhed in pain. With limited movement considering each one of my hands were handcuffed to a metal pole hanging above me.

"She's awake." The bitch said. No shit sherlock.

"No scherzo tesoro."I growled, looking at her dead in the eye with a murderous look. As I focused my view forward I saw the Miami Crew, the boys and Lee, all unconscious and tied to chairs facing me. Shit. They must've come in to help me after the bitch hit me with the steel pipe like Sheamus done to Triple H back in 2010. I love wrestling and often incorporate it into what I do. Plus it helps sometimes. Honestly it does. Where's Angel? Giuro, se esco vivo di qui e Angel non, qualcuno sta per avere l'inferno a pagare.

"Now, now Nicola. No need to insult the girl." Oh you patronising little fuck.

"Let's get something straight. A- Don't you fucking dare talk to me like I'm a fucking kid and B- AHhhh!" I couldn't finish as Nat shot about 300 volts of electricity through my veins, once again frying me. I heard something metallic drop behind the bastard and the bitch.

"Stay here. Keep questioning her." What the? This makes no sense. She nodded like some little puppy. I twisted my wrists to loosen the handcuffs with success, but couldn't risk it fully cuz I would fall. But with another twist on both wrists and I could escape.

"What, so you're fucking him now?" I asked, words dripping with venom. She walked up to me and away from the electric board. So I knew I was safe from being electrocuted- for now anyways. She slapped me with what seemed was all her might. Seriously, what is it with people slapping me? "That all you got, bitch? Even I can slap harder than that. And I'm a 5"9 big kid who loves nothing than a good ol kick ass catfight. Or just a fight in general really. So let me the fuck down and we can fight it out like men for old times sakes." Long shot. But she actually unhooked the crocodile clips from my feet and never took her gaze from me. Well, funnily enough, she got a kick to the chin, which consequently knocked her out for the time being. Long shot that actually worked. Booyah. I clicked open the handcuffs and dropped the few meters to the ground. I grabbed my neatly placed shoes from beside the board, slipped them on, opened up the secret pocket in my jacket and slid out my secret weapon. A Defender Bowie knife which Ma gave to me for protection. Well now what was the time to use it. I slid it out of its sheath and looked at its shined, spotless blade. I got closer to the crew, his back was turned and he was facing Lee. As I got about 50 meters away, I sent a secret message, saying I'm okay and I'm helping to Lee. She subtly nodded. "Knight!" He turned smiling as I made my voice sound like Nat's. "Get the fuck away from her. We still have unfinished business to attend to. " I hid the knife behind my back as I made my way towards him and he did the same. I went to slash his shoulder with the knife and he grabbed my wrist.

"You weren't planning to kill me, now were you?" I growled at him as he patronised me once again.

"May do now. You've put the idea in my head." I answered, sneering. I kicked him in the gut and manoeuvred my wrist from his grip. I slashed his arm, twisting it and pushing it in deep as I did. "You should've stayed in prison Erik." He collapsed to the ground lifeless and I took my knife from his arm and wiped it on his shirt. I made my way over to the crew, most of whom were still unconscious. I slid my knife back in its sheath and started untying Calleigh's ropes. I hadn't said a word since I took the knife out of Erik. I moved onto Jesse, then Ryan and once I got to Lee, I saw she and the boys had handcuffs and the metallic clink I heard was Lee breaking out of them, Erik must've walked over to clink them back on and tighter. I took out a bobby pin from my hair, unfolded it so it was straight and started to get to work on unlocking the handcuffs.

"You okay, Nika?" Lee asked. I nodded, still not saying a word. Lee could see something was up as she left it there and went to check on the Miami crew whilst I went to working on Don's handcuffs. My head shot up as I heard a gun shot. "I'm Okay!" Well, that helped.

"Who got shot?" Ryan asked, walking over to Lee.

"Her." Lee simply stated. Her could mean no one else but Nat. As I unlocked Don's handcuffs he got up and over to Lee. I sighed and moved onto an unconscious Danny, tinkering with his handcuffs with shaky hands. After sliding off his handcuffs, I got Danny off the chair and standing. I took his arm and hooked it over my shoulder, taking his weight as I did. I started to carry him towards the door when Don turned to me and took him off me.

"You okay?" He asked me, concern etched into his voice. I nodded. "Okay, got him." I stood there, deep in though bout what's happened over the past 3 years, watching Don carefully put Danny in the van he was in earlier, with Ryan and Calleigh going in after him each sending a worried look my way. Don walked back past me and over to Lee. Jesse put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me towards the van where Angel was. I got in and was ambushed by Angel.

"Sorellina, stai bene? Ti sei fatto male? " He took my silence as an answer. He hugged me tightly. My fratello is a big softie at heart but he hates to admit it. I pulled away from him and sat down on the floor of the van away from the others near the door. I could tell he had a few ideas of what was going on in my head as he came and sat down next to me. "Sorellina, cosa c'è di sbagliato?"

"Niente, Angel. Onesto." I put my head on his shoulder, I had always used my brother as a pillow before. I could tell he weren't having it cuz even I wasn't convinced with that. "Mi manca la mamma, mi manca papà. Tu sei l'unica famiglia che ho Angelo sinistra. Poi, laggiù, uccidendo Erik, lo amavo Angel. Ho appena ucciso il mio primo amore a sangue freddo. Non so cosa fare. Io non penso di poter far fronte."

"Lo so, Nika. Faccio anche io. Non so nemmeno più vedere papà. Però, sei un Carter, non rinunciare alla speranza, quando succede qualcosa di brutto. Portiamo avanti eaffogare il nostro dispiacere per la musica. Dimentichiamo tutto ciò che la vita triste evivere felicemente. So che hai amato Erik, ma hai fatto quello che riteneva giusto e se ci pensate, il suo karma e ritorno. Basta pensare a questo, è possibile che l'ho amato, ma dopo quello che ha fatto a te, ti capita mai di pensare che ti amava indietro?" No, maybe he did, but then after what he did to Lara, Freya and Jake maybe he stopped. Grew a heart of stone instead of the heart of gold I always said he had.

"Hai finito?" I smiled.

"Sì, ho finito." He kissed my hair and leant his head against mine. I treasured this little soppy moment as I knew we wouldn't get another one anytime soon.