We are held at gunpoint by none only but Joey's father.

I sleep soundly throughout the night, feeling safe in the arms of Joey. I am then woke up by a jerk in the bed. I get up from my slumber, confused of what is going on. As my eyes focus, I see that a gun is pointed at my temple, Joey is being held by two guards, and Joey's father is discussing with his son about his actions.

By the time I'm fully awake, now covering my breasts with the comforter, I hear Mr. Forelli turn from his son to me.

"I put my trust in you and you let me down. I shouldn't have put a little girl in a man's responsibility," he delivers his message in a cold and hurtful way. "Guards! Take Miss Milano away please."

The very next second after Mr. Forelli says "please", I immediately get up not caring if the gunman would shoot me in the head or anywhere else in my body, or if I was naked or not. The guards unfortunately were too fast and too strong for me to get away. One guard now has both my arms behind my back countering my flailing struggles and ignoring the shouts of Joey. The other guard now grabs my right arm and injects a pinkish liquid into my arms. Ten second later I pass out and I fall into the arms of the guard holding me like a rag doll. Mr. Forelli now has motioned the guards to take me away.