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She has stressed Lani out too many fucking times for me to tolerate that shit anymore.

I pull up in front of her clinic, but it’s been emptied out and there’s a for lease sign hanging in the window.

What the fuck?

I call Techy. “I need you to look into Andrea, Lani’s old doctor. Something is fucking off with her,” I explain.

I drive around the back of the lot. I’m going to break in and see if I can find anything. I walk up to the door and kick that shit in.

I turn on the light and my fucking heart stops when I see the walls are crowded with pictures of Lani. A whole fucking lot of them are from when she was sitting inside of the doctor’s office.

One is of her putting on her hospital gown. Luckily she was wearing underwear. Vinny and I were standing right there. We were right there, but we couldn’t have protected her from this shit.

I take out my phone and call in the guys. I’ll tell Vinny later. I don’t want to ruin Lani’s day and worry her with this shit right now.

I search further in the room and I see a picture frame in the trash. I pick it up and look at it.

No, please fucking no.

Vinny

“Darlin’, what do you want to look at today?” I ask Lani. She’s glowing as she holds her stomach.

I will never tire of seeing her growing with our child every single day, the pure fucking bliss on her face.

She rolls down the window, sticking her hand out and feeling the warm Texas air drift through the cab. “Do you have any names you like for the babies?”

She looks over at me, smiling. I look out of my window. “I love you, Vinny.” She reaches over rubbing my thighs.

“I love you, darlin’.”

I look out of my window and see something running a red light and driving right towards me.

Lani screams at the top of her lungs, I unbuckle my seatbelt and cover her body with mine.”

Please, God. Don’t let her be hurt.

Trey

I meet the guys outside. Kyle jumps off of his bike when he sees my rush. I hand Kyle the picture frame, and his face shows his shock as he looks at the picture.

All of us try to connect the dots to what the fuck is going on.

Vinny

I jam my arms between the seats, grabbing the bars as the truck flips over and over. I try to keep Lani as still as possible in the truck, my fucking back getting trashed in the process.

The truck comes to a stop, right side up, luckily. Lani stops screaming, trying to catch her breath. “Oh god Vinny, are you okay?” She shakily touches my face, checking on me.

I slowly peel my hands out from under the seats. I look down at them, and my fingers don't look that fucking good.

Something slams into the glass of the door. I look up and see fucking Freddy standing there along with Andrea, shooting at the glass.

What the fuck?

Lani gasps. “What’s happening, Vinny?” She grips my shirt, burying her face into my chest. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me.

“I’m going to try to drive off, baby.”

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