The man behind the mask waved his finger at Anaya, throwing the phone down and smashing it with his toe.

Anaya very sneakily tried to reach down her waistband felling the cold metal knife, as she rapidly pulled it out, holding it so tight her palm turned pink.

"NO! LET US GO. I SWEAR LET US GO, YOU SICK BASTARD!" She screamed pointing the knife at him.

"Fine," Ali said, and as soon as the words came out of his mouth a loud boom shook the walls of the house, all three of them knew it was a gunshot.

"I will let you walk away. Right now. But the men outside- who are waiting for you won't." He said, walking towards her pulling down his mask.

"And trust me, Anaya. They are not merciful. I gave you a room, they'll give you a cage." He whispered.

All color drained from Anaya's face, and her grasp weakened. This was her life, choosing between her "husband" who already kidnapped her or random wicked men who also wanted to kidnap her.

"Go upstairs, I will check down." A voice made way to the attic, as footsteps came one by one.

Ali took his phone out and dialed a number.

"Send our men in. Quickly." He said, ending the call.

Anaya began to feel dizzy, all emotions drained from her.

She knew those men outside wouldn't take her. Ali wouldn't let them, but at what cost? She'd have to stay with this monster, who had no plans of letting her go now.

Anaya stumbled back, and Jameela quickly caught her in her arms.

"Stay here. Don't fucking move." Ali said, before walking out with his gun in his hand.

"Amee," Anaya cried, as they both sat down on the floor. Jameela engulfing Anaya into her arms.

"T-they took me, from the parking lot at school, and asked me questions about A-abbu, and then later I found out that- that. They k-killed him. Amee I was so s-scared and so sad. And then he m-married me, to inherit whatever Abbu left him behind." Anaya cried, stumbling her words into sentences.

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un. My darling, I am so sorry."

"He's probably going to take me back." Anaya cried hugging her tighter.

Gunshots could be heard, groans, and strikes as well. Anaya just sat there hugging Jameela, and taking in the last moments of the most peace she'd gotten in the past weeks. She didn't want to let Jameela go, and she thought of ways to escape- but there were none left.

Abruptly, the door to the attic creaked open, and Anaya shot up.

"Amee, Amee go. Go hide." Anaya said, kissing Jameela's forehead before, getting up.

"Anaya, no I can't lea-"

"Amee go. Please." Anaya begged with her eyes.

Tears fell out both their eyes, as they parted ways. Jameela hid behind the large water heater, watching Anaya gloomily.

Anaya got the knife that she had earlier and hid it behind her back, as she ducked behind the wall.

She peeked ahead and saw a man who she wasn't familiar with. She knew he must've been among the other guys, and that frightened her. He walked closer and closer until a man hit him hard with his pistol on the back of his head.

No, no. Anaya thought.

She turned and looked back at the heater, Amee's body no longer visible, as she cried. Ali had come, and he was going to take her, once again. Away from her mother.

Ali stood in front of Anaya, watching her sob uncontrollably.

He could let her go, sure.

In fact, he saw her run. He stood at his window, watching her small frame get that girl into her car. He had smiled, at her intelligent tactics. She never failed to impress him. He was going to let her go. Until, he got a call from Romano- saying that the Russo's were after her, about two blocks away from her house.

Ali's heart had dropped down to his stomach as he ran down the stairs, not alerting his men, but rather getting into his car and speeding down the road. The thoughts of what could happen to her if they got a hold of her, scared him. Yes, it scared him. Ali didn't know why he really didn't. But what he did know that he needed Anaya by him, safe.

"Let's go," He said, grabbing her arm and pulling her up.

"Amee!!" Anaya cried as Jameela looked back at her helplessly.

Ali began to pull Anaya along with him closer to the door, as she just yelled for Amee. Yes, he felt pity here and there, but just the responsibility of Anaya was getting out of hand, he didn't want another Qadeer on his already full plate.

Anaya shook from her cries and tried to resist Ali, but it didn't work. They had left the attic and were now in the foyer.

"Ali!" A voice called.

Ali halted in his steps and looked behind, and saw one of the last of men he hadn't killed standing there with his pistol on Jameela's head.

"NOOOO!!!!" Anaya screeched at the top of her lungs.

"NO! PLEASE! ALI DO SOMETHING, PLEASE. I WILL GO-"

"ROMANO! take her into the car."

"NO! NO! NO! PLEASE NOT AMEE! ALI I BEG YOU I WILL DO ANYTHING! SAVE AMEE PLEASE, NOOO!" Anaya wept and screamed at the same time, as she got pulled away.

"Give me Anaya, and I can give you-" The man tried to talk, but he was just the extras. Ali shot him in the shin and Ali's men began to take Jameela with him. Ali walked back to the car, and sat in the front seat, hearing Anaya sob in the back.

"Why are you still crying?" Ali asked his tone nearly annoyed.

"This was your mess, I told you to not to pull anything stupid." He added.

"Amee," Anaya whispered, her voice now just a rasp.

"She's fine, now be quiet." He said.

Anaya looked up at Ali as they made eye contact in the rearview mirror, her red swollen eyes full of distress and pain looking at his deadly glare of sheer irritation and ease.

He was glad she was in his backseat, rather than someone else's.