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"WAIT, SO HE HAD A TRACKER ON YOUR phone?" Lexi was with Johnny at the Corrections Facility since today was the day Robby got out of juvie. Lexi was telling the story of what went down the day before.
"Yeah, but it came in very useful actually. Without that tracker, I probably would've been dead now." Lexi said, putting her hands up in surrender.
"Yeah, but I wish it was me that beat up the psychopath, not Hawk. I hope he got a few good beatings in."
"Oh don't worry, trust me, he did." Lexi smiled slyly.
Johnny tried to open up the doors, but they were locked. However, Johnny thought it was a good idea to keep on trying.
"It's locked. They'll buzz it open when he's on his way out." Lexi turned her head to Daniel then went up to him to hug him.
"Hey, dad, I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" Lexi hugged Daniel, him hugging back.
"I've been good. Could be better but good. How about you honey?"
Lexi thought back from the memories of Austin and how he pretty much threatened to kill her, but luckily her prince in shining armor saved her.
"Good. I'm doing great," Lexi lied. She knew Daniel will flip his shit if he really knew what happened.
"You gotta be kidding me. They called you?" Johnny said, making Lexi turn to him.
"Actually I called them. With Shannon still in rehab, I wanted to make sure someone was here to pick him up."
"Well, I'm here arent I?" Johnny was getting pissed that Daniel was trying to be a dad to both of his kids.
"I'm not here for any trouble. I'm just here for Robby."
"Robby doesn't need you. You've done enough. Thank you, goodbye." Johnny tried to shoo away Daniel.
"You got it all under control?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Just like you had Kreese under control right?" Lexi finally stepped in to stop the toxic masculinity.
Johnny started to get closer to Daniel's face and she had to be the middle man again and pushed them apart.
