"Promise me you will be calm about this." AJ said as they walked up the pathway to his fathers house, her short legs trying to keep up with his own determined one, clutching on to his arm for him to listen to her.

"April-"

"Promise." She said. She didn't want carniage. She wanted information. Where her daughter was and what orphanage she had been disgustingly put into. She couldn't believe her baby girl, their daughter, had spent a month in an orphanage, being looked at by parents who were adopting. She was their baby girl. No one else's.

Punk just nodded, not saying any words, knowing he couldn't keep that promise, banging his fist on the door as they both waited anxiously as his father came to it, "Fuck being calm." Punk spat grabbing his father by the throat and pushing into the house with him in his grasp.

"Phil!" Jack gasped, not being able to catch a breath from his sons heavy hands, looking on at AJ following through behind him after closing the door.

"You sick bastard." Punk spat, slamming his father against the wall, raising him up so his weight was held up by Punks hands around his neck, leaving him breathless and in agony, just the way AJ and Punk wanted, "You took her." Punk said, a wheeze to his voice from the sheer anger and emotion, "You took my daughter, and you sent her away." He spat as Jack looked across with guilty eyes, knowing he had been busted.

"She's better off-"

"Don't you dare!" Punk yelled, "You tell me where she is right now. You give me her details. Where she is. Who else is involved?" Punk asked as Jack shook his head, never one to be snitch, "Who else?!" Punk screamed as AJ jumped.

"Joe." Jack gasped, "Joe took her over to Russia. She was put in all girls orphanage for infants. You'll be lucky if… if she's still there. The orphanage told me that… the young ones go quick." Jack forced a smile as Punk pressed his knee hard into his gut, letting the poor, pathetic old man collapse on the ground.

"I used to respect you." Punk spat, "I used to look up to you, because I thought deep down, you were a good man." Punk said, "But you're just like everyone says you are. Everyone that I shut down, and told that you were really a good guy. People like my fiance. Who told me from the beginning that you were to do with this." Punk said, "I defended you. For what?" He said.

"Then you're the dumb one then." Jack spat whilst holding his arm around his stomach.

"I am." Punk agreed with him on that, "And what you done to Paige-"

"That girl had it coming."

"She's eighteen, dad!" Punk spat, "She is a child, who will have to live with what you done, for the rest of her life." Punk said, "You're no man. You're just a coward. Never picking on someone your own size. It's either women or babies. The hard work you always sent me to do."

"And that makes you a real man does it?" Jack laughed.

"He's more of a man than you will ever be." AJ chipped in as she watched.

"Oh, she speaks." Jack laughed, "It's your fault we're in this situation. Hadn't you come along, Phil would still know the real way to life."Jack said as Punk just shook his head.

"You're a sad old man." Punk spat, crouching down to his limp father, grabbing him by the throat again and banging his head against the wall, "You give me the details of where Liesel is. And so help me if you lie to me, I will come back and I will not hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes. Am I clear?" Punk asked as Jack just grumbled, "Am I clear?!" Punk yelled as Jack nodded.

"Yes. Yes." Jack nodded, "Go into the kitchen. The cupboard above the stove has the details and documents." Jack said as Punk turned to AJ and nodded, not wanting to leave his fathers site.

"Why'd you do it?" Punk asked after AJ disappeared into the kitchen, "She's my daughter. I love her with all my heart. Hasn't it hurt to see me and April suffering this month?" He asked.

"No. It's been satisfying." Jack said.

"How can you even sit there and say that?" Punk shook his head, "Don't you care about me, or my feelings?"

"I care about your skill and your use and help in the club." Jack said, "Your mother… she dealt with the caring stuff. She dealt with the cut knees or the tears after a sad movie. She was going to deal with the broken hearts and the love thing." Jack shrugged, it being his only explanation. He just simply wasn't the father Punk needed and wanted.

"If you loved mom, wouldn't you want to do her right by looking out for me and Elise? You shouldn't be conflicting pain on us. You should be taking it away." Punk said.

"I never loved your mother, Phil." Jack shook his head, "We had you so quickly, and I felt it was right for me to stay by her and marry her. I mean, we had good times, and she was… beautiful. But, I knew she deserved better and I felt out of love because I knew I wasn't what she wanted or needed." Jack said, "We just decided to have Elise to prove you weren't a mistake, and that we were making it work. But… she died, and I was left with two small kids to look after." Jack shrugged as AJ walked back into the room with some papers.

"Here is some stuff I found… Russia?" AJ looked from Jack to Punk, "You. You sent my daughter to Russia, like she was some stock exchange?" AJ spat as Jack just turned away, "You're going to hell."

"I know I am, sweetheart." Jack nodded.

"Why Russia?" Punk shook his head with confusion.

"Far away. Different continent. Different scenery. And it looked like a good place." Jack shrugged, "The details are all there anyway." Jack said as Punk looked up at AJ, nodding to her as she left with the documents and headed out to the car.

"You know that, I'm going to have to kill Joe?" Punk said as Jack just shrugged and nodded, "And I'm going to have to kill you too." Punk said as Jack looked up into his eyes.

"You wouldn't-"

"You won't know when." Punk said, "You won't know where. But I am going to get you. You lay a finger on my daughter, despite being my blood or not, I will have to end you. You knew this." Punk said as AJ gulped, "If you were smart, you'd run and never come back whilst I'm in Russia getting my daughter." Punk said, standing up straight and looking down at his broken father.

"Hurry up, Dean. We have to pick up Toni in an hour." Elise said, folded arms as she stood in her father's office shivering with the cold, watching as Dean raided the place. They were there to track down bank details, a little bit of help for Punk on his journey to corrupt his father. Dean figured why the hell not. The man had raised his hand against Elise and he was not happy about that. And he'd also hurt his best friend more than many times in the past. It served him right.

"You'd think he'd keep it around here somewhere." Dean said, raiding through the drawers, watching a letter fly out as he picked it up with confusion, skimming his eyes over it as he read it.

Dear Phil, I don't know if you'll ever get this, but I'm sitting here in my house right now, knowing what's around the corner. I know your father better than anyone, and I know he's planning to kill me. If I don't get the chance to see you before, I just want to say how proud I am of you, for sticking up for yourself after all that man has done to you. I feel like I failed your mother by protecting you from this stuff. She would have wanted you to grow up with education and protection, but you got there on your own. I hoped I could have made it to a wedding day of yours or Elise's, to satisfy myself after all these years of looking out for you both, but I doubt that will happen. Although, meeting Liesel and Toni were two of the greatest moments of my life. Don't be upset by this letter. I'll be in a better place, and your father will get what is coming his way. I've left my money to you, Elise, Toni and Liesel. Don't spunk it all on a new car, or new clothes, or new furniture. Spoil your family. Take good care of them. Give them a better home. Put Liesel's in a saving fund for when she wants to go to college, which I'm sure with her mother's brains and looks will be a hard one for you to let go. Just know, that I'll always be proud of you both, and I'm glad I could be there for when your father wasn't. You both deserved a much better life, but once your father is out of everyone's lives, I know you can both settle down. Don't let him get away with yet another offence. It has to end. I love you both.

Uncle D

Dean showed Elise the letter as she began to cry emotional tears, not just from the words of love and grace from their uncle, but because even when she thought her father couldn't stoop any lower, here she was, finding out he had killed their uncle.

"What… what do we do?" Dean shook his head as Elise dried her tears.

"Do you know how the CCTV cameras work in here?" Elise asked curiously as Dean nodded. Of course he did. He'd erased so many things he'd lost count, "Can we check it out… the day my uncle died?" She asked.

"Yeah." Dean nodded, "C'mon they're at the back of the bar." Dean said, leading them out as Elise clutched the letter, knowing she had to make sure it was given in evidence, and also, she wanted Punk to see it, as it was written to him.

She would have no problem in putting her father away in a slammer for life. He deserved it, and it was always coming. Treating her and Phil they way he had. Killing their uncle, his own brother. Mistreating April. Taking their baby daughter. Abusing a young innocent girl. Too many people needed justice. If she wasn't going to do it for herself or Phil, she was doing it for her Uncle, and all the other people that had been affected by Jack Brooks in time.

It all ended now.