Page 10 of Lani

Then I sign my name at the bottom for her and hand it back to the waitress. When she reads it, she tears up a little. “Thank you so much. I’m so excited to show her!” She takes off with our drink orders.

This little moment completely has made my day. “I think I’m going to tell her I would love to meet her daughter,” I tell the guys just as she comes back.

“Hey, if you want I would love to meet your daughter,” I tell her, and she clutches her chest. “Really? She can come down right now!” She practically jumps up and down.

“Yes!” My heart is happy at the pure happiness on her once very tired face. She runs to the back of the diner and I smile, watching her leave.

“You're a fucking saint,” Trey says, shaking his head at me, but I can see the happiness on his face too.

I shrug my shoulders. “If I can impact her life in any way, I want to do that.”

Trey buries his fingers in my hair once again, playing with the strands and running his fingers along my scalp, soothing me.

Our food comes a few minutes later, and my mouth waters at the smell of the eggs and hash browns. We dig in. Trey’s hand never leaves me, his hand resting on my thigh.

I honestly dread going home tonight, and I really don’t want them to go back to Raleigh, Texas tomorrow when my brother goes home.

“Do you guys fuck each other?” I flat out ask, because that thought has been weighing down on me.

Trey smirks, eyeing Vinny, who licks his lips, staring right back at Trey, who turns to me. “I fuck Vinny.”

Hot damn, I would love to see that. My hands shake as I lift the fork to my mouth. The images in my mind of them fucking are going to drive me absolutely crazy.

“That’s hot.” I bite the inside of my lip, seeing Vinny bent over as Trey… Ahh, I need to stop these thoughts because they’re getting naughtier and naughtier by the second.

The door to the diner swings open, slamming into the window, and a young girl runs inside, looking around the diner before her eyes settle on me. Her hands close around her mouth and I smile at her, encouraging her to walk over.

Trey scoots out of the booth and I walk over to her, “Hi, you’re Cindy?” I ask her, and she nods, star struck as she looks at me with tears in her eyes.

“Yes, that’s me,” she manages to whisper.

“It’s so nice to meet you, honey. You’re such a gorgeous girl.” She really is. She would make a killing in the modeling industry.

Her mouth opens in shock and she touches her chest. “Me?” she whisper-yells, like it’s a big secret.

I laugh, “Yes, you! I bet one day you’ll be more popular than me.” I wink, and her eyes widen in complete shock as I continue to compliment her.

I was her age once, and not fitting the accepted ideal of perfection is hard. “I want to be a plus size model like you. I love how you don’t edit your pictures.”

My poor heart may just burst with this precious girl. “How about this, if you seriously want to pursue this, I’ll give you my manager’s number. He picked me up and made my career.” I take out his card from my wallet.

She takes it from me and stares at it like it might just bite her, and a tear slips from her eye. So I take out my card, then write my personal number on the back. “And here’s my cell. Message me anytime.”

She looks at both of the cards for a good minute or so before she hugs me tightly, “Thank you so much. You have made all my dreams come true!” she shakily whispers in my ear.

She lets me go and goes to her mom, telling her everything that happened, and my heart is happy. I really do hope that all of her dreams are successful.

Maybe she would be more cut out for that life than me. One of the best parts of it was the charity work and making a difference with it, and once I get settled in my life, I think I want to do that again.

“Are you guys ready to head out? The Uber will be here in a few minutes.” Vinny breaks the moment, walking up to us.

I wave goodbye to Cindy, who is currently being hugged by her mother, and she waves back, her smile blinding.

The outside air is slightly chilly now as it’s late. “Hey, there she is!” I hear someone yell, and I look over towards the bar to see the guy who called me a whore running over with a group of people following behind him.

I look at Trey and Vinny in a panic. Vinny picks me up off the ground before I can even speak, and soon we’re back inside the diner and running out the back door.

“Why are they doing this?” I say to myself in confusion, wounded that someone wants to hurt me like this.

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