Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

31: Danger

A/N Get ready hehe

Andy's P.O.V

I found that I was struggling to sleep, and silently got out of bed, not wanting to wake Rye. Padding out to the corridor, I checked the boys were all asleep, and smirked when I saw Brook and Jack cuddled together in Brook's bed. It was a shame they couldn't be together; they looked cute, and I knew my brother-in-law genuinely made Jack really happy. I could only imagine what he'd been through with Harvey.

Feeling an odd gust of air around my feet, I tightened my dressing gown, going to check on Aliana.

I felt my heart stop as I walked into the dead silent room. My daughter was nowhere to be found. Where the fuck could she be?

"Rye, get up! Brook, Jon!" I yelled, looking around frantically. They all rushed out at the same time and Rye grabbed a hold of me.

"Andy, babe. What's wrong?"

"Our baby is fucking missing, Ryan! She's n-not in her c-cot," I sobbed, shaking uncontrollably. Everyone's panicking voices blended together and I was frozen, watching from a third person perspective as they all ran in different directions, quickly snapping out of my trance.

"Ana!" I ran downstairs, and almost breathed a sigh of relief when I heard her wailing. But why was she downstairs? Hadn't Rye put her to sleep before coming back?

The front door was wide open, and I stopped, not able to go any further.

"Rye! Who left the door open?!"

"Nobody! Where the fuck is Ana?!"

He ran down the stairs, freezing behind me. I heard my daughter crying again, from the living room, and ran in, where she lay in her basket.

"Oh, baby! Why are you down here?"

"Shut the fuck up."

I almost yelled as I felt something cold pressed to my head, and looked to my side, whimpering.

"What the fuck do you want?!"

"I said, shut up!"

I held Ana close to me, hearing footsteps thunder down the stairs and stop at the door.

"I wouldn't come any closer if I was you. Every single one of you has a gun trained to your head right now. One false move, and bang. Pretty boy here is dead," he laughed, pressing the gun in harder. I sobbed quietly, facing the door.

Rye stood silently at the door, tears down his own face. "You're okay, darling. You're okay."

"No. Why?!"

I'd never seen Jack burst out like this, and shook my head quickly.

"What do you fucking mean, Duff? This is your fault," he laughed, and something inside Rye snapped. He turned to Jack, ready to beat him to a pulp.

"Rye, no! He wants this! It's not Jack's fault," I pleaded, my voice shaking.

"You're all going to move, now, and say your goodbyes to Andrew and little Aliana here."

"Don't even think about laying a fucking finger on my daughter, you son of a bitch," Rye growled, but he knew there was nothing he could do. Any one of us could die right now.

"Take me, then! Leave them! It's me you want," Jack said, almost stepping forward. He was stopped by a gun cocking, and froze where he was.

"Not anymore, you little traitor. Say goodbye, Andrew," he snarled in my ear, grabbing my arm.

"You little-"

"Uh uh uh," he tutted to Rye. "One step, and you have a dead husband and baby."

"R-Rye," I cried, holding Ana to my chest. Her throat was going hoarse now from crying and I was shocked when I saw her baby bag being picked up.

"Leave my babies alone!" Rye yelled, and I couldn't stop crying. Why was this happening to us?

"Ugh, fine," he huffed, and a small smile appeared on my face, to be taken away instantly. Aliana was pulled out of my arms and I flipped, to feel two guns pressed to my head.

"NO! RYE! ANA!" I sobbed, two hands placed under my arms. Carried out, I couldn't watch the people pointing their guns at the people I loved so much.

"Hang on, baby! I'll find you," Rye cried, and I snapped my head around. My beautiful husband, collapsed on the floor with our gorgeous baby in his arms, her hands outstretched.

As I turned back, utterly distraught, I felt something smack hard against my temple, and blacked out. The last thing I heard was Rye screaming my name, and Ana's hoarse cry.

Rye's P.O.V

My husband had been taken. Right in front of my eyes. Why had I chosen today to give security the day off?

I wanted so badly to jump up, pull Andy into the safety of my arms, where neither he or our daughter could be hurt, except me. And I'd take 100 bullets for each of them, any day. But I knew if I moved an inch, I'd lose the other half of me. I'd lose the symbol of our love. I'd lose all that in a second, if I stepped an inch out of line. And I'd never let myself live with that.

Aliana whined and cried, and I looked down at her. 3 months, and she was so clever. I stood up, every one of those gang members having left with guns still pointed at us from their van, and went to the kitchen to prepare her milk.

"Rye, I-"

"Please. Just go. So I don't do something stupid with my baby in my arms, and so you don't get hurt. Go with Brooklyn, Jack," I sighed, turning away. Footsteps faded away and I let my tears fall. Aliana cried harder and I rocked her gently, almost done with her milk.

"We're going to get Mamí back. Don't worry, baby. We'll get him back," I whispered, softly stroking her wisps of hair. "I'm not going any longer without him. Before was a mistake. And it's not happening again."

I called Blair, asking him to see if Mum could take Ana to the castle. Right now, it wasn't safe for her here and I wasn't ready to lose her. I had to find Andy, and fast. And I knew exactly who would help.

"Louis? Yeah, it's me. Harry's still got his police gear, right?"

A/N I had to😂 Sorry this chapter was shit, though. Comment what you think will happen next xx