When in Sin City ;; Phil Wenneck

Fifteen: Hostages in Vegas

They all stood, exiting the house, as Victoria walked past the broken urn and ashes, she cringed, "I am so sorry, please don't haunt me because I will shit myself." she whispered, "Amen." she added and then looked at at the sky as if to thank god.

They all got into the car, this time Stu driving and Phil in the passenger seat. Victoria sat behind Phil, and Alan behind Stu. "You know everyone says Mike Tyson is such a badass but I think he's kind of a sweetheart." Stu concluded.

"I think he's mean." Alan frowned.

Victoria rolled her eyes, "You literally pissed in his pool." she said to Alan.

Alan stuck his tongue out, "You literally had sex with Phil on his counter, and knocked over his grandma's urn." he retorted making Victoria frown.

Phil bit his lips, "Alright, I think it's officially time we call Tracy." he suggests.

Stu throws a hand up, "Hallelujah. Finally, Phil says something that makes sense." he mocks.

"We don't have much of a choice. And maybe she's heard from Doug." Phil states, rolling his eyes.

Stu breaks, stopping at a light, "That's what I've been saying this whole time." Stu lies making Victoria roll her eyes, he had definitely never suggested that before.

"We just need to be completely honest, we need to tell her everything." Phil says, looking at Victoria in the rear view mirror.

Stu pauses, "We don't have to tell her everything, we can leave out the stuff about me marrying a hooker. Just stay focused on Doug."

Alan frowns, "What am I gonna tell me dad?" he questions, looking at the inside of the torn up Mercedes.

"Alan, relax. It's just the inside. Come on, I got a guy in L.A who's great with interiors." Phil said, trying to calm Alan down.

Victoria yawns, exhausted as suddenly, a black SUV smashes into them. "Fuck!" she yells as the car is pushed all the way to the other side of the road.

"Oh jesus." Phil coughs, above them, a large neon red outline of a woman falls, tearing through the roof of the car, barely missing Alan.

"Oh my god." Stu breathes. The car backs up and stops, two large men get out of the vehicle and a smaller, familiar man.

"I know that guy, that's the guy from the trunk." Alan realizes.

Victoria lets a breath out, "Shit, I stole his cocaine." her eyes widen.

The man holds his hand up, "Get out of the car, please." he calmly asks, glaring at them.

"W-Wait." Stu stutters, "Those are the guys that shot Eddie." looking at the large men who accompanied the trunk guy.

The man says something in a foreign language and claps making the large guy walk over to the passenger side of the door.

Phil sighs, "Listen," he begins but is cut off when the guy grabs him, dragging him out of the car. "Okay." he grunts.

Victoria gulped, trying to roll up the window but before she could, the man reaches in, grabbing her shoulders. "Hey, careful," she groans as her shirt nearly tears on the edge of the window, "I don't have a bra on."

The man glares at her, setting her on her feet, the other man drags Stu out of the drivers side, "Get this other fat boy," the guy from the trunk orders, the two men together grabbing Alan from the back seat.

"Alright, alright." Phil breathes out, putting his hands on his waist and trying to take deep breaths.

"Take it east, take it easy!" Stu groans, holding his back in pain. Victoria uncomfortably covers her chest, slightly cold.