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~Brie~

“Put that damn gun away, Ricky! You'll hurt someone!” I heard my Dad scream.

He just kept glaring at Beck.

“Step away from my wife or I'll start with the little one” Riccardo threatened, gesturing to Paisley.

She paled and stepped back just as I took a step forward. Aiden grabbed my hand.

“Please tell me you're not planning on being a superhero?”

“I—”

“For goodness sake Breanna, he's got a very loaded gun!”

“I know that. But he's not going to shoot” I said. “He's just hurt and confused.”

I heard a metallic click and my heart sank.

I hope.

I immediately tugged my hand away from Aiden's and stepped in front of the gun. Terrified gasps and my name being screamed filled my ears simultaneously.

“Mommy!” I heard Roman scream as Zach and Dove held him back.

“It's okay baby... I'm okay” I assured him.

“Breanna.”

I turned away from my son and looked at him.

“Ricky... put the gun down.”

“No Breanna. I'm doing this for the both of us.”

“Ricky!” I said firmer. “Please... I am begging you. Put the gun down!”

He frowned.

“No, Brie! These two betrayed us! Look what they put us and our sons through!”

“I know Ricky. But a gun? It's not going to make anything better. Please... just put it away”

He scoffed, lowering it a little, but his finger was still on the trigger.

“Whose side are you on, Breanna?” he asked. “You fucking dressed up for this shit?!”

He was truly Kimberly's cousin.

“Ric—”

I heard the click again and he aimed the gun.

“I'm going to kill—”

“Wait, wait, no!” I screamed, raising my hands higher.

Riccardo looked at me and scowled.

“Get out of the way, Breanna. I'm doing this for us.”

“Breanna, get out of the way!” I heard Nia call out.

“No,” I said. “I am not going to let you do anything stupid.”

Riccardo let out a short laugh and lowered the gun.

“Look what you two have done to her!” he screamed at Beck and Aubree. “She's losing her mind!”

“You're the one acting like a psycho right now, Riccardo!” Aubree scolded.

He pointed the gun back at them and screams erupted again.

“Goddammit, Riccardo!” I screamed, raging. “Give me the gun! I'll pull the trigger!”

His eyes snapped to my face. I could feel myself burning with rage.

“What?” he asked.

“I'll pull the trigger” I repeated.

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