I sat on the floor, panting softly. He finished and just dropped me there. "I'm impressed. You're usually much louder. You must really care about him."

"I do care." I whispered.

He squatted down in front of me. "Oh really?"

I nodded.

"So what would you do if, say I did this..." He began, pulling a gun from his pants. He pointed it at Chris before looking back to me.

"Don't! Please."

"Why?"

"I don't want you to hurt him. He's had enough." I said. "If you want to hurt someone, hurt me. Not him. Please."

"Really? You want me to hurt you?"

I swallowed hard, regretting my earlier statement. "I don't want you to hurt me, but if you want to hurt someone, I'd rather it be me than Chris."

He pointed the gun at me. "Maybe I will hurt you. It is fun. You cry so loudly...."

He hit me in the face with the side of the gun and I fell to the floor. I had to bite my tongue to keep from waking Chris.

I jumped when he suddenly fired the gun at the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chris wake up. he looked around frantically before he noticed us.

I turned to glance at him. He sat there staring with wide eyes.

He kicked me in the stomach and I cried out. I tried to block his hits but it was too much.

Instead, I placed all of my attention on Chris. He was completely still, just watching. He looked terrified.

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Chris's POV

Why is he doing this? Why is he beating Ricky? Why not me? Why won't he stop? What did Ricky do?

I didn't know what to do, how to react, what to say. I just watched as he beat Ricky until he was bloody and unconscious.

He dropped his gun by Ricky's head and slowly approached me.

He stared at me, not saying a word, a smug smile on his face.

"W-Why?" I finally managed.

He laughed, squatting down to talk to me. "Well, Christopher, he did it to protect you."

"Huh?"

"He asked me to hurt him so you could sleep. He begged me to let you sleep." He spoke. "'Please, I'll do anything. I don't want you to hurt him. He's had enough.' Fucking hilarious. He loves you. Look at what he put himself through just to save you. Look what you did to him."

"I didn't do that." I whispered.

"Yes you did. You let him love you and now look at him. It's all your fault. You did that to him. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be dying on the floor. He wouldn't be bleeding and crying. If it weren't for you, Chris, he wouldn't be my new toy."

I shook my head. "No!" I sobbed. "I-I didn't...It's not my fault. I didn't do that to him."

"Yes you d-"

Another gun shot rang through the room.

He collapsed on the floor.

I watched as blood pooled around him. He held his hand over his stomach. He turned and looked at Ricky. "You little cunt!" He growled, blood dripping from his mouth.

He managed to get to his feet and he took a step towards Ricky. He was on the floor, holding the gun up.

He spit blood on the floor and tried to grab the gun from Ricky. I looked over to Ricky for a moment before kicking the back of his leg. He fell back down and spun back towards me. He tried to hit me but I heard another shot. He fell to the floor and stopped moving. More blood pooled around him, this time by his head.

I looked between Ricky and the body.

Is he dead? Is that it?

Ricky dropped the gun and fell back to the floor. He laid there panting, looking over at me.

I stared at his body for another few moments before slowly crawling over to Ricky.

"Is he dead?" Ricky whispered.

"I-...I think so..."

I ran my fingers through his hair. 

"It's over, then. We're okay." 

I shook my head. "No, baby. It's not okay yet. There are people in this house that will try to hurt us if they see this. We have to get out of here."

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Ryan Ashley's POV

I opened the front door, my stomach instantly dropping when I saw six cops standing there. 

"Can I help you?" I said. 

"We're with the Scranton Police Department and we have a warrant to search this home. Is Christopher Cerulli here?"

"He's not here right now. Can you come back another time?" 

Fuck I cant let them search the house. There are drugs and guns and murder weapons and shit here that cannot be found by cops. 

"Move out of the way, Miss, or we'll be forced to restrain you."

"You can't search the house if the owner isn't present."

"Yes, we can. I need you to get everyone out of the house and step aside."

I sighed, and called into the house. "Cops are here! Everyone outside!"

It took a few minutes and everyone inside began to come out. All except for two. TJ and Andy. I looked at Remington. I kept my voice low so the cops wouldn't hear. "Where are the other ones?"

"They wanted to try to get rid of everything they could." He whispered.

"Fucking idiots. They're gonna get caught."

"I told them that."

I shook my head.

"This is everyone?" One of the cops asked. 

I nodded. "Yeah."

They entered the house one by one, splitting off into different directions.

"What do you think they're searching for?" Danny asked.

"Drugs, probably." Remington said.

"They know the car belonged to Chris and Kuza was one of Chris's known dealers. They probably think Kuza got the drugs here and want to see if they can find more." Maria explained. 

"Yo someone's gotta get TJ and Andy outta there before the cops find them." Emerson said. 

"It's not safe for them to come out now. They'd have to wait until the cops are gone. The best thing they can do now is hide and hope they're not found." I said. 

"What if we distract the cops? You know, like get them all to one part of the house so they can get out?" Danny suggested.

"Why do we all have to be out here anyway?" Remington asked. 

"Because we're all considered dangerous and so is this house itself. This is a high profile case. They don't think they'll be safe if we're in there. Not only that, but we'd probably be accused of messing with evidence if we're in there while they're searching the house." I explained.

I sat on the hood of one of the police cars, looking over as Spencer's black mercedes pulled into the driveway.

He got out of the car and held his hands up. "What's goin on?"

"You got anything on you?" I asked. 

"Yeah. Of course I do."

"Hide it."

He pulled a few baggies out of his pockets and threw it under a bush.

"What the fuck is going on?" He asked.

"Cops are searching the house." Danny said. 

"Oh fuck." 

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~xxLux