Author's Note: Hey, everyone. I'm so glad that you guys are enjoying Lock That Shit Up and even though that JE fic will be taking priority 1, this one is right on its heels. I'm gonna try to update both as often as I can and I thank you for your positive responses to Terri's POV. I've never done anything with her before and I'm glad it was received well.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

Stephanie's POV

My cell phone rang at 2:30AM and I moved one hand from under the blankets to answer.

"Hello?"

"Good evening, ma'am. My name's Henry Watkins. I'm a bartender at The Grog on Stark and there's a guy named Joe here saying that you'll be able to get him home. Said something about his Cupcake…"

"Sir, I'm gonna stop you right now because I'm not coming down there to get him. I'm not his Cupcake, I'm his ex and I don't want anything to do with him. Take and hide his keys and call the cops. The guy's a detective and they'll take care of him. Ask for an Eddie Gazarra or for Big Dog. He'll go with them without too much fuss and they know how to handle him if he does."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you. Have a good evening."

I set the phone down and Carlos shifted in his painkiller induced sleep, his face going further into my cleavage. His wounds were healing much faster than any of us expected but they still bothered him at night. Using my best Marilyn Monroe voice and a pair of tiny, tiny RangeMan panties (his favorite thing to see on me other than nothing), I got him to agree to take the drugs once a day. He's in pain more than once a day but I'll take what I can get. Plus, the reward for his agreement put a smug grin on his face (and a bounce in my step) for the rest of the day.

I may not be able to climb him like I want to but there certainly isn't anything wrong with my mouth.

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Morelli's POV

"Joe…Joe…come on, get up…get up, you drunk skunk…time to go…"

"Get the fuck outta here, traitor. I'm waitin' for Cupcake. The bartender called her and as soon as she sneaks away from her keepers, she'll be here. She always comes for me…"

"Look, the bartender called me and said that she refused point blank to come down here. I can't say I blame her. It's ass o' clock in the morning and she's with Ranger, now. I don't wanna argue with you. I just wanna get you out and get back to sleep. Now, just get your ass up and…"

"No!", I barked.

I tried to knock his hands off of me but a shot to the kidneys from Big Dog got me off the stool and onto the floor painfully. I caught a glance at myself in the glass of the bar and winced. My shirt was mostly unbuttoned, showing the ink on my chest and my hair was standing all over my head like Einstein. As they picked me up, the beer bottle in my hand shattered, spilling the contents on the floor. No matter how many shots I did or bottles I emptied, the image of Terri holding a damned pregnancy test won't go away. Joining that image are the ones of Cupcake in the hospital and in her car, looking at me like I'm nothing but a pain in the ass to her.

Breaking that shit in my aunt's house hadn't helped matters either. It'll just make me look even worse in her eyes when it comes out, making Manoso's programming go deeper into her fragile little mind. She's been sucked in by him, trapped by his drug money and gifts, and now, she's perfectly content to be his slut. He doesn't love her. Not like I do. He's just using her for sex and she's letting him do it, knowing full and damn well that as soon as he gets bored, she'll be out the door…

I landed in the backseat of Big Dog's truck and tried to sit up as we went into motion.

"…where…where're you takin' me?"

"Home. You need to sleep this off and if the captain finds out about this, you're fucked."

"Ha, ha…fucked! You wanna know about fucked? I'll tell you about fucked! Gillman's knocked up and she's sayin' it's mine!"

"Well, you're the only one that's been screwing her, man…"

"So she says!"

"If it walks like a duck, looks like a duck, and quacks like a goddamned duck, then it's a goddamned duck. Besides, even if it's not yours, her Unc's gonna make you step up and take of it anyway because of your history and you better do it. You've become a real pain in the ass but none of us wanna find your skull in the rock quarry."

My eyes fell shut and I groaned softly. Oh, yeah, her uncle…her old school, mob boss uncle. Old Man Vito's not gonna take his "Princess" getting knocked up without a ring well and Big Dog's got a point. Ever since what happened at Cupcake's, I had been all over her at least 4 times a week. I had taken her out to Pino's, to Shorty's, Rossini's, and I had even gotten us into a salsa dance club where Cupcake had been doing a "distraction" for Manoso. Knowing she could see us, I had turned up my A-Game, kissing her and doing body shots of her neck. Cupcake hadn't even spared us a glance, content to go up to the VIP area with Manoso for "dinner". Dinner…is that what it's called these days?

The backseat door opened and Eddie said, "Hey, I think someone broke into your place. It's a real mess."

"There wasn't a fuckin' break-in. I did it.", I grumbled as I staggered out of the truck.

"Why?"

"He got Terri Gillman pregnant."

"So she says!"

"So it is. Go on home, Eddie. I got him."

"You sure?"

"What's he gonna do, puke on me?"

I didn't puke on him.

I puked on them both.

Serves them right.