Page 64 of Lani

I hope that they fuck up and just argue between themselves until Trey finds us.

“Lousy fucking lay! You’re a fucking pillow princess. You just lay there and didn’t even fucking make a sound!” He points his finger in her face, his face growing unbelievably redder by the second.

She gasps dramatically, clutching her chest like he just shattered it right out of her chest. “How fucking dare you! You’re just so fucking small I couldn’t even tell if you were fucking me or not.”

In any other circumstances, I would be laughing my ass off at the ridiculousness of what is happening in front of me, but these people hold my life in their hands and they are fucking batshit.

I wish I could slip out of the door right now and just snatch Vinny up and leave this fucked up shit.

All traces of amusement leave Freddy’s face at her jab about his small penis. Andrea grins happily, knowing she struck a low blow.

“I could kill you, bitch.” He takes a menacing step in her direction.

Her smile drops at his threat. “Do it, fucker. I want you to try.” She lifts the gun from the back of her pants and points it at him, shooting without even blinking or hesitating

Holy fuck!

I watch as his body falls to the ground, blood pooling out of the gunshot wound on the right side of his chest.

He coughs, blood splattering out of his mouth, running down the side of his lips to his neck.

I turn my focus back to Andrea, who screams again, falling to her knees and clutching his head in her arms. “Oh my God, Freddy!” she sobs. “How could she kill you!”

The fuck?

She cries and sobs over him for a good minute before she stands up. “I’m going to go kill her for you, baby, and get justice for what happened to you.” She sniffs and wipes her eyes.

She picks up the gun that she tossed on the ground by him, puts it in her waistband and walks out of the room towards another part of the house.

She leaves me alone with Freddy, whose head is turned in my direction as he dies. This is completely fucked up.

“Oh shit, I left my phone.”

I notice her phone on the table next to me. Andrea walks back into the room and looks around for the phone.

I pick it up and hold it out for her. She takes it from me. “Thanks.”

She then leaves again, before she stops, turning to look at me. “Huh, someone answered my prayers and hand-delivered Lani to me.”

She lifts the gun and points it at me. “Well, I guess it’s time for you to die. You killed my man, bitch.” She takes off the safety.

Then Vinny comes out of nowhere, his face appearing behind hers. He reaches out and snatches the gun out of her hand, and he buries his hand in her hair. “No, bitch, you’re going to die.”

He drags her by her hair, slamming her face into the wall. I hear a sickening sound as something breaks in her face.

Vinny tosses her to the side, and she crashes into the side of a table next to the bed. Vinny scoops me up off of the couch. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?” He touches me all over, trying to make sure I’m fully intact.

“I’m fine, they didn’t even touch me,” I reassure him. I’m so glad he’s okay. “Baby, are you okay?” I ask.

“I’m okay. I think I may have a concussion.” He touches the side of his head and I look over his shoulder. I see a man walk into the room, and he looks a hell of a lot like Freddy. He looks down to the ground, in shock, staring at Freddy’s lifeless form.

Vinny turns around, pushing me behind him. “Who the fuck are you?” Vinny demands, and I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.

“My brother, you killed him?” He takes a step towards Vinny, his face red with anger. “I came here for his wedding.” He pulls out a knife in his pocket, lifting it above his head. “I am going to kill you.”

He charges at us, yelling.

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