Walking towards her father's office with the small pack carrying the bloody hand, Emma heard the shot from behind the door. It wasn't a common occurance for the mob boss to order someone die in front of him, and Emma frowned. She pushed open the door forcefully, and the scene that met her eyes made her drop the bag.

"Daddy?" she cried out as she ran to him. She stopped short a few paces in front of his desk, seeing he was shot, and Louis, one of the hitmen who should take orders only from her, was holding a gun out in front of him. Jareel stood a little to her right, in front of the desk. "What happened?" she demanded as she took everything in.

"It was nothing personal, sweetie. Just business."

"Business? You killed my father – your boss – and it was just business?"

"Yeah, that's right. And by the way, you've been demoted."

"Demoted?" Emma couldn't help but continue to repeat what was being said as a question. She was confused about the whole situation – usually, a traitor like Jareel would be found out a long time before anything like this could happen. She didn't understand how this had slipped above anyone's notice.

"We have a new head hitman. It's Louis here." Jareel took out a gun, and pointed it in the direction of the man close to the door. "The real question is, what are you thinking now your dear old daddy is dead?"

"Angry."

"That's great," he said cheerily, "But how do you feel about revenge?"

"I'm going to kill you because you had a part in his death." Emma grit her teeth and stared at the gun, in Jareel's hand, her mind racing for a solution.

"Oh-kay then. Boys!" he whistled, and the doors opened, letting in a crowd of Jareel's supporters. About five, in all. "Can't have you looking to kill the new boss. Lock her up, boys."

Two men moved to approach, and Emma drew her machete from her belt slowly. "You can try" she growled.

The men hesitated. Jareel pointed his pistol at her. "You go with them or you're dead. I'm being gracious, offering you a cell instead of a grave."

Emma didn't even twitch as the men started to move in on her again. The moment the first was within reach of her weapon, she slashed at his arm. Blood spurted onto her and the man yelled in agony, grabbing it as he yelled in agony and moved backwards, falling to his knees when he was out of her reach again. The others jumped back as well.

"Emma," Jareel called out in warning. "Why don't you just do this the easy way." He stepped towards her with the gun.

"I'm not afraid of dying." Emma continued to glare sidelong at the men surrounding her while facing Jareel.

"But how will you get your revenge if you're dead? Why don't you live to fight another day?" he said sweetly.

Emma dropped her guard momentarily as she thought about it. The men sensed it, and before she could regather her stance, the machete was yanked from her grasp and her hands were cuffed behind her back. She glared at Louis as he moved to take his place next to Jareel.

"Boss," she heard him mumble as she was being led out towards the doors. "Look at what she did to Joe. Why didn't you just kill her?"

"Because we need her. Her father needed her, and we need her too if we want to pull off this coup. Who let her in when all this was going down anyway? I'll have their head."

Emma had time to ponder the overheard words as she was marched down to the basement cells, but the more she thought about them, the less sense they made.