ADRIANO'S POV: Christianto stands in the doorway, his hoodie soaked in blood and a grin plastered on his face.

'Don't worry this blood isn't mine.' He says.

Dilara doesn't hesitate before she lands a punch on his jaw, leaving all of us stunned.

'You asshole!' She yells.

She grabs Christianto by his hoodie and pulls him into the house. I go to walk up to him and she pushes me back.

'Back off.' She snarls. I put my hands up, my eyes wide and Alessandro looks at me confused.

She grabs a knife from her waist band and presses it against Christianto's throat.

'Woah, woah we need answers from him.' Xuan says,

'You shut up.' She snaps.

Dilara presses the knife harder against his throat, drawing blood and he calmly looks down at her.

The way he looks at her makes me want to rip out his eyes.

'Give me one good reason not to gut you right now.' She snarls.

'Because Im your friend.' Is this idiots reply.

Dilara grabs him by his hair and hits his nose on her knee, making a loud crunch sound come from him. Christianto cups his bleeding nose and I grab him by his collar.

'He's mine.' Dilara snarls, pointing the knife at me; the tip too close to my face as she pushes Christianto back to the wall.

'Yeah, I'm hers.' Christianto smirks, wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand.

'You know that's not what I meant.' She turns the knife to him and I sit on the couch.

'Now I'm going to ask you again,' she dangerously lowers her voice. 'Why the fuck should I not kill you.'

'I don't have an answer for that.' He shrugs.

'You're so fucking cocky.' She snaps.

Dilara takes the knife and puts it through Christianto's thigh and he doubles over in pain. She takes this opportunity to throw him on the floor.

She has an insane look in her eyes and no one dares question what she's doing. Both Alessandro and Xuan are looking at her in shock.

'Give me your gun.' She mutters.

'What?' I ask.

'Adriano give me your gun goddamn it!' She yells. 'I'm going to kill this motherfucker.'

'Wait, hold on a second.' Xuan says. 'We need him for information.'

'We need to question him.' Alessandro says.

'We can do that right here.' Her grip on her knife tightens. 'Give. Me. Your. Gun.'

Her tone tells me she's serious so I hand it over.

'Mimi, take Rory and leave.' Alessandro says, handing his daughter to his wife.

'Don't get blood on the carpet.' Mimi says.

'I'll buy you a fucking new one.' Dilara snaps.

Mimi leaves and Dilara tugs off her hoodie, leaving her in a white tank top. The scars on her back are visible to everyone.

She crouches down to Christianto and pulls up his head and places the gun in his temple. He starts coughing and spits out some blood.

'How the fuck did you find me.' She asks.

Christianto doesn't immediately reply so she presses the barrel of the gun harder against his head and he snaps back to his senses.

'Dominico's been tracking you until your tracker vanished.' He quickly explains. 'The blood on me is from his followers who were spying on me.'

'How do we know you didn't lead them to us?' Xuan asks.

'I cut out my tracker.' He says.

Dilara drops his head and picks up his arm. There's a hug scar in his right wrist and it looks fresh.

'Why are you here?' She asks.

'I want to help you guys.' He explains.

I scoff earning a glare from him.

'Look at me like that again and you won't have eyes.' I snap.

'Is that a threat?' He raises an eyebrow.

'Did it sound like a fucking compliment?' I reply.

Dilara turns to me and looks at me. Her eyes lingering on me for a second too long.

'These people are my family,' She says. 'If you hurt them in any way, I will fucking kill you.'

'How can we trust you?' Alessandro asks, crossing his arms.

'I know when Dominico is going to be at his weakest.' Christianto says.

Dilara lets go of him and he pulls himself to his feet, using the coffee table as support.

Only for her to hit him in the face again.

'Go on,' Xuan says.

'First, where's Cora?' He asks.

'Matteo probably would've killed her by now,' Dilara replies.

Christianto jaw clenches.

'Now go on.' Dilara points her knife at him.

'Your inheritance ceremony is in three and a half months.' He explains. 'If you come back we can plan something huge.'

'You're fucking crazy.' She snaps. 'The only time I'll return is to watch you all burn to the ground.'

That's my girl.

I shake my head.

'Listen, I'm trying to be polite, but if you keep pointing that knife a centimetre closer to my face, I'll fucking tear you apart.' Christianto snarls.

I stand up and take out another one for my guns and cock it in warning.

'I'd like to see you try.' Alessandro steps forward and crosses his arms.

Dilara raises her arm to hit Christianto but Xuan grabs her arm before she can do more damage.

'You've ruined him enough,' he says. 'Let us just take him into questioning.'

She sighs and drops the gun and Knife. Alessandro and Xuan haul him out of the house, probably taking him to the other base.

When the door closes, Dilara slumps to her knees and cups her face in her hands. Her shoulder shake and she takes some shuddering breaths before the tears start to fall.

I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her.

'Dilara It's ok.' I say. 'I'm here, you're fine.'

'I killed Pablo,' she mutters. 'I killed Jasmine and I nearly got Rory and Mimi killed.'

'It's not your fault,' I say, rubbing her back. 'None of this was.'

'I should've never come here.' She says. 'I should've left when you all hated me, but now things have just gotten complicated.'

'Complicated?' I ask.

'Yes between everyone.' She sighs. 'Between...us.'

Us?

'Stop saying shit like that.' I mutter, putting a strand of hair behind her ear. 'If we didn't want you here believe me we would've thrown you out ages ago.'

I hold her close as she sobs against my chest.

*AUTHORS NOTE* I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Have a nice day!