"Jordan what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to take you home," he said sweetly but with a crazy look.
He was supposed to be at the hospital, how he escaped was beyond her. Any wrong move and he would snap.
"Jordan, how did you get past the security?"
"Oh that was easy, I had help."
"Help who else is here with you?"

"I am pumpkin," her father said in a cool manner as he walked into the room holding a gun in his hand.
"Please tell me you didn't kill all those innocent people," she said becoming pale.
"What do you take me for? A monster?" He laughed. "They are all alive, locked up in the security room knocked out for a good hour or two, which is enough time for us."

"What do you want?" She whispered.
"I just came to finish what I didn't get to finish off last time," he said pulling out a knife.
"No, no, you said you wouldn't hurt her," Jordan said standing in front of me only for my father to shoot him right between the eyes without any hesitation.

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Jordan slumped to the floor as blood splattered across her face from the shot. Her father moved towards her with a menacing grin as he gripped the blade in his hand placing the gun on the table. He handed her one of the house phones.
"Call your so called husband, ask him to get you something along the way from work. That should be enough time for us to talk," he said in a threatening manner.
She slowly took the phone and dialled Linc's number.

"Hello love. Is everything alright?"
"Yes Lincoln everything is fine. Listen honey, can you get me some ice cream on the way from the office the one with the red sprinkles."
Lincoln frowned at her statement, she never called him honey, and she hates the red sprinkles plus only used his full name when angry with him or unless...
"Is he there?"
"Yes, that's the flavour I want. You know me all too well Lincoln," she said emphasizing his name. "Love you darling."
"Love you too sweetheart. I'm on my way," he said hanging up.

Her father snatched away the phone from her.

"What do these fools see in you? You turned your back on your own kind for them, tell me why," he said waving the firearm towards a family portrait that hung by the eating area.
"What do you mean my own kind?" She said softly, processing how she could get the firearm from his hands.
"Don't act coy with me, you know exactly what I mean," he said twisting the blade in his hand.
"Chris seems like a fine man. But here you are with him. Is it his money you are attracted to?"
"Don't you dare say another word about my husband? His money means nothing to me. As for Chris he never was a good husband, till I saw what a real one does, sadly you can never measure up to Lincoln being my father and all. You were supposed to be my role model, I guess your failures helped me become a better individual."

He only stared at her anger registered in his eyes.
"Are you going to kill me the same way you did my mother?" She asked in a flat tone.
This made him stop any movement a pain registered in his features. Taking the opportunity she cut of his air supply with a sharp jab to the throat as the knife cluttered to the ground. Doing exactly what Ethan and Linc had taught her, she punched him in the gut making him buckle over then lifted her knee connecting it with his chin as he fell over cursing. Taking the blade she sunk it into his right thigh making sure to twist it around so the wound would not close easily. He groaned out in pain as she ran out of the room getting the firearm along the way. Andre had passed out when her father killed Jonathan in front of them.

"You are dead!" Her father yelled out limping after her.
She kept moving praying Linc was near. Reaching their bedroom she locked the door using a chair to jam the door. Her father twisted the door knob but found this useless before he started banging on the door angrily.
"You are dead! Do you hear me?" He yelled before there was silence. A few minutes later the pounding started once more but this time it sounded like he was using something to pound the door as the wood slowly started to split.

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Reaching the house my men quickly scanned the surroundings quietly only to find the whole team unconscious in the security room.
"How did one men do this?"
"He had a crew with him but they left once they had taken care of the security," Walter replied scanning through the security footage.

"Which part of the house are they?" Linc asked him.
"Your wing sire," Walter said gravely as they looked at the thermal scans.
"Let's go," he ordered.

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Her father ripped apart the door before he slowly starting to advance towards her. He looked beyond angry.
"Are you really going to kill your own father?" He asked her with a blank expression.
She held the gun trembling out of fear, at the same time thinking over his question.
"Stay where you are. You are not worthy to be called a father," she yelled out.
He laughed out loud at her statement only to lunge forward taking her by surprise. Shock registered in his features as he heard the gun explode and the bullet piece his skin entering his chest. She also stayed rooted to the same spot eyes wide in surprise.
Growling he snatched the gun from her and pulled the trigger.

With a crazy grin he said, "Now we will die together. Like how it was supposed to be."
With those words he fell onto the floor choking on his blood as he bled profusely from the bullet and knife wound.

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Lincoln and his team made their way up the stairs slowly careful not to make a sound. He could make out his wife's voice as she told her father not to move. The sound of a gunshot sent chills down his spine as he ran up the stairs towards their room. Another shot sounded just as he reached the door.

Standing at the door everything seemed to play in slow motion as her father fell onto the floor blood oozing out of his wounds. Looking towards his wife all colour drained from his face as he saw her remove her hands from her chest covered in blood before slowly sinking to the floor.

"Mel!" Lincoln yelled out," running to catch her before she hit the ground. "Sweetheart please stay with me baby," he said grabbing a towel off the bed to try stop the bleeding at the same time checking her airways.
"Linc," she said with a smile closing her eyes for a moment only to open them when he yelled at her to stay awake once more.

Lifting her into his arms he rushed out of the house. Walter already had the door open for him, quickly closing it and speeding down the driveway heading towards the hospital.
Lincoln took out his phone calling the hospital, "Code red," he growled into the phone before dropping it focusing all his attention on his wife.
"Linc," she whispered as he begged her to stay awake. "It's getting cold," she said gasping for air.
"Shh, shhh baby. I'll keep you warm just don't close your eyes, okay," he whispered.
"Mama" she whispered with a smile on her face as she stared at the car roof. "You look beautiful," she whispered.

A stretcher was already waiting at the entrance with a team of doctors.

"Sir you cannot go in there," one of the nurses stopped him as they headed to the OR.
"Try stopping me," he growled making her step back.
"Have this floor locked down," he growled out to Walter who was already securing the perimeter.
"Right away sire," he said handing him a sweater.
Looking down he found his shirt soaked with blood.

He turned around heading towards the OR. Wearing a gown and mask he stood as the physicians removed the bullet successfully.
"Her blood pressure is falling," a doctor yelled out.
"The bullet nicked an artery we need to close it," another one shouted.

"Where do you think you are going," Linc growled out to a nurse. "Listen to me. If she dies in your hands, you will die by mine," he said in a deadly voice that made the nurse rush out of the room stating he needed to get more supplies.

"BP is slowly rising," the doctor stated watching the monitor.
Before long a loud beeping sound shrilled in the room before a flat line was only visible on the screen.

The room became silent as they looked at each other avoiding meeting Lincoln's gaze.