"I can't believe you did this! You stole a fucking child. Tell me, what the hell is wrong with you, Dad?! You kidnapped a fucking Köhler! You can't possibly think they'll sit there and do nothing. Your men may have made it out of the country with him, but I assure you they will be in Niagara before we can blink... How did you pull this off? Did you have inside help?!" Trinika yelled at her father as he looked at her like she was crazy.
Pierre knew the consequences of taking the young child. He didn't care, and it wasn't like he would be the one that took the fall. This plan was well thought out, and he was going to be just as surprised as they were when he found out about the child being taken. No, this wasn't revenge for what they did to his sorry-ass daughter. They could have killed her far as he cared. This was more than that. He wanted Barkley to know the pain he was about to bring. He wanted the man to hurt the way his family did when the people he called family murdered his people, and Pierre wasn't going to stop until everyone he loved was dead.
"Help? Are you saying I'm incapable of pulling something off as well as this? I have been Don for over forty years. I know how to pull off a kidnapping. So, no, there was no one on the inside. Plus, I wouldn't trust any of them." He sighed. "I'm not dumb, Trinikia; that's why the child won't be here. Do you think I would take a child and then lead his people straight to me? Your brother is handling that. He knows what to do and when...."
"NO! YOU CAN DO THAT! Killing an innocent child! Dad, he's just a baby! I won't let you do that. I understand that you hate Barkley and his family, but his son... why not the woman he claims to love. It would have been better if you had taken the Köhler girl. Please think this through. If you kill that child, they will bring war—a war like you've never seen. I have seen Xavier in action; if he's a monster, what in the hell do you think his twin is? Harm that child, and you will have a bigger problem than Barkley on your hands." She spoke as another one of his children walked into the room.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"They have landed, and I heard the German and Barkley ready themselves to leave for her. Are you sure about this? I told you a long time ago we should have killed Barkley when we killed his father. It would have been easier or let Nika do the job. Your plan has a lot of holes, especially now since they are involved. Kill that child, and we die next." He spoke. Pierre didn't have the time to listen, nor did he want to, as he quickly stood, leaving the room he needed to speak with his eldest son to see how things were going on his end.
"He won't kill him, right? Tell me he wouldn't actually kill him. This is all my fault...."
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"Empress, what do yuh think you're doing? Mi, know they allowed yuh to come home, but they told yuh to stay off that leg, and yuh need rest."
"Fuck rest! I'm coming with you! My son is fucking missing... stolen out of my damn arms, and... and I couldn't protect him. I-I he was stolen from me, and I could have lost this one too. I-I can't... I c-can't sit here and do nothing. What if they fucking hurt him, Bark?! K-kill him...."
