<span style="font-style: italic">Luke glared at him and went to swing at Sinner. "I'm not afraid to beat the shit out of you punk." He said in a growl. He stopped when the man moved out of his range. He looked at the guy. "Feh...whatever fucker. I doubt you have any evidence. Got proof? Got pictures? Got doctor records? Unless you got that nothing you say will hold up in court." He stood up straight and smirked a bit. "You know legally thats kidnapping without proof that we are incapable of taking care of a teenager." He said in a cold voice. He didn't care that the man was taller than him. He growled and spoke to Sinner. "This isn't over. This isn't over by a long shot. I don't fucking care what you supposably get figured out in court. He belongs to us and nothing you do can fucking change that." He turned and stormed off for now.</span><br/><br/>Ray whimpered and stayed curled in a ball. He wasn't any better than a slave to his family. They made him do all the work. Starved him so he was a skeleton. You could see his ribs along with injuries that were still healing. Injuries that when they ended him up in the hospital his parents lied and made up an accident that caused them. Nobody would believe him. When Saint and Sinner's mother had come back into the room he curled up next to her and shook. His head laying in her lap. His eyes closed as one hand held onto hers shakily. Trying to show her he trusted her mostly. Even if he didn't seem like it. He whimpered and wanted Saint but his mother would do. He had decided he would trust the lady. She was so nice to him. Was it possible there was such a thing as a nice mother. He opened his eyes and looked up at the woman studyingly. His eyes searching her for something before he relaxed. Whispering. "I wish...I had...a mother like you." A tear trailed down his cheek. "Someone...who felt...I mattered. That...I wasn't a slave." His eyes closed again and he fell asleep. Hearing Saint being brought back but didn't wake. Clinging to the woman tightly.