A CRIMINAL Is In Love With Me

My oath.

Words not actions could describe how I was feeling. I couldn't move, blink, nor think as everyone around me tried to speak or do something. All I could think about is that moment.

Not one full day did I get to spend with the one I gave birth to. He's out there with god know's who, while that small connection we just shared vanished into thin air. Is it bad to say I just give up?

My dad is dead. My mom dead. My Twin brother alive. My ex lover married and has forgotten all bout me while I am here numb because my son who I just gave birth to 7 hours ago is now missing. The police said they'll do everything they can to find Allaric but how many people have they said that too in just different circumstances?

I felt a touch on my arm and that small touch brought me back to my sense's. Michael stared down at me with pity in his eyes. A forced smile was on his face as his hands squeezed my arm in a assuring gesture.

I shook my head and let a tear slip. Our eye's did our conversation for us without having to move our lips.

It was then as if everything smashed into me. I'm never going to have a break am I?

I held onto his arms as if my life depended on it and cried once again. I hated crying. It was tiring. It was like slowly each time a tear drop, the percentage of water in my body was lessening and no matter how hard I try, it would keep going down and down. I can't act strong when my baby boy is gone. I heard his heartbeat, I saw him move on the screen. I felt him move inside of me.

He rubbed my back in circles as I just let every last drop escape me. I promise myself that this will be my last time crying. I will never cry again no matter the situation.

"We will find him." He hummed. "I promise."

***

A tiny little machine could hold the deadening future before me. Weird right?

I sat in my room, with the black burner phone in my palm. Should I?

3 hours ago (2 days after Allaric got kidnapped):

My phone rang and rang until I regretted even having a phone. I grabbed it and answered it not noticing the ID. I glanced at the window and my face fell at the 0% light outside and 99.9% darkness.

Breathing. Heavy breathing.

"Hello?"

"I have your son." The voice was deep and scratchy, almost rough like, you know those ceilings that's bumpy and sharp? Yeah like that.

My heart dropped as I sat up in my bed. I suddenly felt guilty for falling asleep while my son is out there.

"Who is this? Is he ok? What do you want?"

"Go down the stairs and open your front door."

I hesitantly did as the strange voice ordered. I slipped on my robe and walked as quietly as possible down the stairs, opening the front door. Houses from across, Light post and Car's lined up at the side walk on the road was visible. Tree's stilled in the cold air. 

"I-i'm outside."

"Look down."

I did and saw a yellow envelope. My hands trembled as I picked it up, worried it was a bomb.

"Pull out the phone and call the number behind it taped on the back. In 3 hours you will do as I just instructed and maybe then you will see your son."

"Wait-" My phone beeped indicating he hung up. I covered my mouth and held in a shaky breath.

I went back up the stairs to my room and locked the door swiftly. I closed all drafts by the window and made sure everything was clear of any signs that the boys could enter... Or even the mysterious voice behind the phone.

Time was slow now as I stared at the 3 digits blink back at me. I used to think time was so fast, flashing before you in a blink of a eye. But now it's different. My son is on the line here and I knew I would do anything for him. And him alone.

Soon enough it was 5 in the morning. The sun still hasn't surfaced and my room was still pitch dark.

I sat in my room the black burner phone in my hand. Should I?

I shook my head and memorized the number, dialing it in.

It rang and rang  until on the 3rd rang the phone clicked and someone picked up.

"I see you really want to see your son again." The voice wasn't so scratchy any more. Just plain deep but rough as well.

"What do you want? I'll do anything." I cried out in a terrible whisper.

A small laugh was heard on the other line. "Anything? Gosh. Your making this too easy little sister."

Little sister?

The wheels in my head was whirring but got stuck in place turning rusty and in need of oil. Something at the moment I couldn't provide.

"You see, when I found out about you I was just taken aback. I finally had the chance to see you in person and when I say... You really do look like me."

My eyes widen. Evernold?

"Evernold? "

"Oh so you do know me? I feel flattered, the talk of the mafia colony knows little poor me." His voice turned into a mock. 

"Give me my son back." I gritted out. I can't lie and say I wasn't scared. No I was terrified. For someone who shot someone who the Italian Mafia leader, I still am the same Dawn I was before all of this...

"I will under one condition..."

My lips pressed into a thin line... Please don't make me kill anyone. 

"What?"

"Join me and help me take down Ace Elvonel." He chuckled or at least I think he did, "Together we can take over the Italian Mafia and combine my world with his, and we can rule it side by side, like twins are supposed to do." I could hear the smile in his voice. "What do you say little sister? You with me?"

No. Anything but that. Doing that will not only kill me physically and mentally but break My oath. and I may never see a light of day again...

Doing that will hurt Ace, Jason, Ansel, Marquis, Zara, Jazmine and baby sincere. Everyone who was family for me for almost a year. 

I promised never to cry again and I meant it. I let out another shaky breath as my heart beat fastened and my world slowly crumbling down.

"You can see Allaric all you want. Just take my hand like you refused before and come with me."

So he was the men by the tree.

"You have 2 days to decide. Or else you sweet baby boy dies. See you in 48 hours."