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Everything in me hurts, everything inside of me is screaming for Vinny to wake up and for him to tell him he loves me once more

He got out of the truck to protect me, but how could I sit there and allow him to be hurt?

The van pulls up next to us, they lift Vinny inside, and I follow close behind, wanting to be as close to Vinny as possible and to protect him some way. I know that I can’t get away, so I don’t fight it. I have to protect him and our babies.

I need him to wake up.

Please God, let us get out of this, I beg, as the doors are slammed shut, locking us inside together.

I pull Vinny’s head into my lab, pushing his hair back.

Please God.

Trey

I’m driving back to the house when our phones buzz with the red alert alarm. I pick up the phone.

Vinny.

Lani.

I turn around on a fucking dime in the direction of the truck, my brothers on my ass. Everything is a fucking blur. I’m not sure how I even make it there because I’m so fucked up.

But that shit is nothing compared to when I see the truck. It’s fucking trashed. The door is thrown open and I know right off that they took them both.

I walk down the small hill, looking inside. I can see the windows are shattered, where bullets ricocheted off them.

“Brother, we’ll get them back,” Kyle tells me, but I’m just fucking processing what happened.

“Fuck no,” I hear Techy hiss, and I look over to see him holding a bloody rock in his hand.

I take one step toward him, wanting a closer look, but my legs give out. I fall to my knees.

I put my hand over my heart. I’m fucking shattered. “I can’t breathe!” I gasp out, punching the ground.

I stare at the rock in front of me. I have to get them back.

I gather all of my strength, stand up, and see my brothers are hurting just as much as I am.

I push back the thoughts of what they’re doing to Vinny and Freddy hurting Lani and our babies inside of her stomach, vulnerable.

I want to fall to my fucking knees again, but I plant my hand on the hood of the truck. I will not fall. I will not fucking fail them.

I will get them back and the fuckers who dared to hurt them…

Hell will be fucking heaven.

“I’m following Vinny’s tracker in his cut. Let’s ride and follow these fuckers.” Techy runs to his bike and I follow right on his ass.

To get my family back.

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Lani

We stop in a house on the outskirts of town. “Baby, please wake up,” I plead for the hundredth time, but he doesn’t move.

He lies still, his breathing steady. Trembling, I take ahold of his hand and try to stay calm for the sake of my babies growing in my stomach.

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