Catriona seemed to relax a little as they talked about her brother, seeming to be at ease despite being separated from him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“Oh I'm sure he would have come up no matter what. He seemed like he was just looking for an excuse to come see me.” </span>She chatted pleasantly, taking his offered arm. Ilario was a nice guy, a friendly guy. It wasn't until Oliver caught up to them without her brother that she tried to stop, despite the man she called uncle steering her away from the shipping container set up like an office and to another one, where two more men were waiting.<br/><br/>It wasn't hard to maneuver the petite young thing into one of the chairs, before he say down across from her, taking her shaking hands into his large calloused ones.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Kitten…” </span>he said softly, looking into her worried eyes.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“ you and your brother… I love your father like a brother. You two call me uncle, and it warms this old man’s heart…”</span>he reached up with one hand and cupped her cheek, his eyes narrowing.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“So when your father sold my trade routes to the Russians, when he told them what bar my lieutenants frequent, when he offered to sell you to them in exchange for a nice place in Berlin for him to retire….” </span>he watched the girl's eyes widen and lips part in fear.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> “I'm sure you can understand… it felt like he’d taken my brother from me, murdered him even.”</span><br/><br/>Catriona’s lips trembled. She was no fool, she knew what these men did, what their job was. Her entire body trembled as tears spilled down her cheeks, feeling another strong set of hands on her shoulders.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“Uncle I--”</span>he pressed his finger to her lips, silencing her.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“You are most precious to your father. You, and money. He took what was most precious to me, and I must return the act in kind. But….” </span>He cupped her chip in his hands and tilted her head back up.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Kitten don't cry, this is hard on uncle too….”</span>he said gruffly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“I promised your brother, and now I'm promising you. I'm not going to kill you. I'm not that cruel of a man. And when I've dealt with your father You can go home with Mike okay? But for now you have to stay here. With these men.” </span>he ruffled her hair and got up, walking out of the container.<br/><br/>It was only when he reached the door that he hesitated, looking back at his men.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“No bruises, no broken bones. I need her presentable tomorrow for her father.”</span>he shut the door as Catrona tried to leap from the chair, as though his words betrayed what was in store for her.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"><br/>
“Uncle please!”</span>she shrieked, as the steel door shut on her.