#ouuch

Greg sat crisscrossed the living room floor a blue Thomas the Train in his hand as he played with Cara and Nathan. The loyalist let out a loud 'choo choo' that caused Cara to giggle playfully. Beyond them, Veronika had appeared in the doorway to sit and watch. She had originally come in to see if Greg had found anything in the paperwork she had asked him to look over and come into this.

Her eyes shifted to the desk where a cellphone buzzed furiously demanding attention.

The name Red appeared on the screen.

"Hey, stupid," Annoyed Veronika snatched the phone from the desk and held it out for Greg to take. When the bodyguard nodded towards her giving her the go ahead, Veronika answered. The sound of crying could be heard from where Greg had sat on the carpet. He watched as Veronika pulled the phone away from her ear and held it out towards him. Greg's guard instantly going up as he handed the train off to Nathan encouraging him to stay with is sister before taking the phone from Veronika.

"Red," He questioned unsure of what was truly happening only knowing one thing that the pain-filled voice on the other end of the phone was in fact, Senna. Greg pushed past Ronnie and made his way further down the hallway not wanting the children to hear what was going on. "Red, if you can hear me I need you to say something..anything, please."

His pleas were met with a broken 'I'm scared' before the sound of footsteps grew louder. It was clear that whoever was causing Senna pain was also listening in on the conversation. Greg wanted to threaten them. Wanted to inform them that if they hurt one more hair on her strawberry blonde head that he was going to kill them. Yet no threats passed his lips, not because Greg wouldn't follow through with them, but because he heard the way Senna's breathing had changed.

"It's okay," He whispered softly. "Don't be afraid. It's going to be alright." He was promising things that he didn't know were going to come true but he had wanted to give Senna some peace. "I'm sorry."

Greg took another step forward. His grip on the phone so tight that his knuckles had long turned white. Reaching up Greg grabbed a hold of the doorway to brace himself.  

"Senna, it's okay baby. I love you. You don't have to fight any longer." Greg couldn't believe what he was about to say but he found himself saying it anyways. "Just fucking end it."

The realization of his own words grew heavier as the sound of the gunshot echoed into the phone. There was a pause before the sound of footsteps grew louder and a familiar Irish voice spoke into the phone.

"That was for Declan."

The line had gone dead before Greg had a chance to say anything back. With his back still to Veronika, he pulled the phone from his ear and slowly turned towards her.

"I have to go...but I'll be back..um I."