The People They Fight For

Chapter Two

*Present*

Sawyer's POV

I toss a ball up and glare at Viktor who grabs it out of the air. Technically it was a stress ball. Product of two therapy sessions Remo insisted on. He believed they would help after I got back but he was wrong. Only one thing would help and it wasn't sitting around talking about my feelings.

"We aren't being productive."

Elliott, who was typing away on his new book next to me in bed, shrugs, "We haven't been very productive since this all started." Although he truly wasn't a part of the 'we' in this situation he knows what we are up to and has been party to enough of these discussions to know everything we have tried. He is still mad about everything we kept from him and that he was lied to when I disappeared. There are ways I use to make him forgive me but he was still grumpy about it.

I ignore my grouchy boyfriend as he goes back to his story and I sit up, "You hear from Nik lately?"

He rolls his eyes, "Nope. He's still out 'finding himself', he misses Quinn, what do you expect?"

I shrug, not wanting to think about my sisters. Either one of them. "I'm still on lockdown with guard Remo on my case after last weekend so you'll have to go with the others for me."

Viktor shrugs, we've talked about this before, "It's your own fault you got hurt." Any attitude he may have had back when we were in high school only got worse after everything that had happened.

Viktor is annoyed he would have to work with Adriano and Agosto, he didn't mind Angelo, Aldo, and Alfonso although I had a suspicion Alfonso would find a way to get out of the plan so he could spend more time with Willow. They have apparently been dating for longer than anyone expected and everyone believed that they would get married in secret and spring that on people much like they did with their relationship.

Elliott sighs annoyed again at me, he wasn't the happiest with what we were doing, and that while doing it I often got hurt. I glare at Viktor who just smirks at me knowing he got me in trouble, again.

"El-"

"Haven't I told you that the door stays open when your boyfriend is inside?" Remo walks in with his hands on his hips with a stupid grin on his face.

I roll my eyes, Viktor was in here too and it's not like we were going to have a threesome with him. I however don't say that knowing I would just be putting ideas into his paranoid mind. My bedroom- not the one I shared with my twins- was constantly being invaded by family members wanting to say 'hi' their veiled version of checking in with me. It's been six months since I got back here but they were all worried. I didn't blame them necessarily it just made things harder for us to plan things, the older members of the family most definitely wouldn't approve of. They were going the logical mafia way of getting revenge on the people who took us three years ago. But there was no logic to it and getting answers wouldn't be that simple.

They miss Avery and Quinn. Everyone does. I know that and as much as they hide it, it was clear as day the minute I woke up to them in the hospital room. If it wasn't clear then, then talking with Viktor- the person who doesn't spare feelings- would have. Our mafia and the Russians teamed up when we first disappeared but even then they couldn't find us. They only found me and by that time it was too late.

I say my apologies and as expected he waves me off accepting it as he cleans the barely noticeable mess in my room caused by Viktor. I glare at him again and he shrugs at me and asks about dinner. "Ten minutes so chop chop, get cleaned up, and downstairs."