Emily's hands shook violently before her open mouth, her dark eyes glued on the young boy she had been treating as her own son as she saw his face grow more red by the second. "Put him down! Let go of him!"

Johnny smiled cruelly to the younger woman. "You love this little boy?"

"Please," she cried, afraid to step forward. "Please let him go. You're hurting him, Johnny! You're hurting him!"

Jack wiggled slightly in the strange man's arms, his tears dampening his cheeks as he watched the woman before him trying to come to grips with what was happening. "Em'ly!"

John saw the fear in his ex's eyes and threw the little boy to the floor.

"Come here, baby," the brunette cooed, taking the sobbing boy into her arms and squeezing him tight against her chest. "It's ok. Shh," she sighed, crying into his beautiful blond hair. "Shh baby, it's ok."

Jack leaned back and tapped his palm against his father's girlfriend's cheek. "Where daddy and Mia, Em'ly?"

The older man beside the couch hardened his eyes on the brunette he had been in love with. "Stand the fuck up."

Emily's lips quivered as she held Jack against her, standing up on her shaking legs to face the man she had run from. "What are you doing here?"

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing here?"

"Where's my daughter?" she seethed, seeing that sickening smile spread across the face that had haunted her dreams for years. "Where's Aaron?"

Johnny gestured to the couch he stood beside. "See for yourself."

Emily refused to let go of the young boy before her, but as she bent down to pick him up, she heard her ex call to her.

"Leave the kid."

The brunette woman looked up to Johnny with scared eyes, her jaw hitting the floor when she saw the gun he had used back at home to scare away burglars stuffed in the front of his pants.

Johnny smirked. "I doubt he'd want to see this."

"Em'ly?"

Emily quickly leaned down and pressed a small kiss to the toddler on the head. "I'm just gonna go right over there, ok? It's ok baby, I promise." She felt her heart break at the look on his face as she let go of his hand, her breath hitching as Johnny grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the couch.

"Look," he grinned, his lips against her ear. He could feel her shiver from his touch, his eyes trained on the nervous features of her face. "Go ahead, baby. I dare you."

Emily sucked in a breath, her eyes stinging with tears when she saw her boyfriend lying motionless on the floor. "Is he dead?" she whispered, her heartbeat stopping at the sight of blood trickling from the side of his head.

Johnny sighed. "No, I don't think so."

She cursed under her breath when he shook her, her hair flying before her eyes. "Where's Mia?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Emily's chocolate eyes darkened on the man she had once been in love with, feeling his hand tighten around her arm. "She's your daughter as much as she is mine, do you get that? You're supposed to love her. If you hurt her, I swear to God I'll put a bullet through your head."

His gaze hardened on the younger woman. "Oh you will, will ya'?"

She forced herself not to scream as she was pulled to his front, the gun he had shoved in his pants forcefully shoved into her stomach. "Don't," she pleaded, hearing Jack crying behind her. "Don't do it."

"It'd be thrilling to see your blood splattered against the wall," Johnny hissed to the mother of his daughter, taking his hand from her arm and gripping her slender neck to bring her forehead against his. "Not that I haven't made you bleed before."

The laughter coming from those lips she used to kiss every night caused her eyes to widen. "You wouldn't shoot me with a two year old standing right there."

Johnny frowned. "It's like you don't know me at all."

Emily's lips thinned out into a straight line, her rapid breathing drying up her tongue. "Where's Mia?"

"She wasn't here when I got here, ok? I don't know." The older man ran the muzzle of the gun along his ex's abdomen and grinned. "You ready?"

Emily gulped, staring into those dark eyes of the man who had given her her child. "Ready for what?"

"To come home. That's why I came here," he scoffed. "You're coming home."