Christian sat at his kitchen table with Adam, Mike, Michelle, Big Show, Kofi, and John around him. He stared at his hands that were on top of the table before bringing his gaze on John. "So Kelly is for sure in love with him and refuses to date you?" he clarified.

John chuckled and nodded. He tipped his chair back and held the edge of the table for support. "Sorry that your plan didn't work, but I knew Kelly was way over me after I turned her down for the wrong reasons," he shrugged.

Christian groaned in frustration and rubbed his face. Lately he's been getting less sleep, just stressing over Randy and Kelly. "She won't be happy with him. He's in a fucking gang!" Christian shouted, pounding his fist hard on the table and scaring some.

Big Show shook his head. "No. I heard Randy's gang broke up. Issues between them and now everyone's scraping to find a job," he informed everyone. Christian's eyebrows shot up in surprise and he gestured Big Show to say more. Big Show shrugged. "That's all I heard. Randy's renovating their headquarters and turning it into a boxing club. He's going to make money off that," he explained.

"Unbelievable," Mike whispered.

Michelle nodded and looked at Christian. "Maybe he's changed?" she asked.

Christian laughed sarcastically. "Changed? I don't think so. Randy's out to get revenge on me and I'm sure he has something up his sleeve. I'm not letting that bastard touch Kelly ever again," he hissed.

"Christian."

Christian and the rest turned their heads to the entrance of the kitchen to spot Kelly there. She was chewing on her lower lip and playing with the hem of her shirt. Her eyes scanned everyone and she knew this might be the wrong time, but she didn't care. "What's up Kelly?" he asked his little sister.

Kelly licked her lips and took a deep breath. She looked at John with hopeful eyes but he only shrugged at her. Her gaze moved back to Christian. "You can't freak but… I'm pregnant with Randy's baby," she quickly said before closing her eyes. For some reason she hoped this would all end soon.

Everyone's mouth fell and Christian immediately pushed out of his chair and stood up. He stared at Kelly in disbelief. "Are you fucking serious?" he whispered. Kelly nodded and looked down. "How the hell did you manage that? Kelly you're my sister! First you fall in love with him and now you're telling me you're pregnant! Have you even thought once if Randy feels the same way back?" he yelled at her.

"He does like me…" she trailed off.

"Kelly, you're not thinking straight! Randy is a leader of a gang and you and him won't be happy together! I suggest you abort that baby-"

Kelly held her palm out for him to stop talking. "Say whatever the hell you want, but you have no right telling me to abort my baby. I love Randy and that's not going to change. I will give birth to this baby and you're going to be fine with it. If you really want to do something for your little sister, you'd find a way to make me happy with Randy and try not to split us up," she spat before turning around and storming out.

Christian was left with his mouth opened. He didn't know what to say. He brought his hands to the back of his head and titled it back before letting out a groan in frustration.


Randy stood outside on his balcony in his condo. He looked out to the busy streets as he plopped a cigarette between his lips. He hasn't smoked for the longest time and he didn't know what distracted him. He inhaled before pulling it out and exhaling.

"Randy?"

Randy flinched, dropping the cigarette from between his fingers. He looked at the ground and stared at it before sighing and crushing it under his foot. His gaze moved up and landed on Layla who stood in front of him, watching everything. He didn't know how the hell she got into his condo. "Hey," he managed to say. He turned his body and rested his elbows on the railing before looking out again.

"Hey," she whispered. Layla stood beside him but instead of looking out she had her attention on him. "How are you?" She asked. Randy shrugged. After a few seconds of silence, Layla sucked in a breath. "I'm sorry for leaving the gang. I know you never expected it from me, but Zack..."

"Yeah, he's actually a tough guy. I'm happy he's looking out for you," Randy finished off for her. Layla nodded and licked her lips. She moved her fingers along the railing and continued to stare at Randy.

"How's everything with Kelly? I heard about the baby..." She trailed off.

Randy lightly chuckled and finally looked at her. "Surprising you didn't kill her," he joked.

Layla frowned. "So you know I'm crazy for you?" She asked. Randy smirked and nodded. "And I thought you didn't all along," she mumbled to herself.

"Lay, you know I always thought of you as my best friend," he told her.

Layla laughed lightly, "Yeah," she whispered. She watched as Randy pulled out another cigarette and plopped it into his mouth before offering her one. She took it and he lit hers before his own. "I know I get jealous sometimes, but the minute you were ready to fuck Ria and then decided not to since Kelly was there I knew you liked her a lot. And frankly I don't mind her. Sure, she whined and bitched a lot, but she changed everyone in the short time she was with us," Layla said.

Randy blew out rings of smoke before looking at Layla. "I love her, Lay," he said softly.

Layla smiled and looked down. "Then why isn't she here with you?" She asked.

Randy couldn't answer her. He felt ashamed for not being able to tell Kelly how he felt. He especially felt like a complete asshole after what happened a few days ago. "I'm just trying to get the boxing club going," he explained.

"Randy, you NEED her. You just don't want her, you need her. She's the only one who makes you, you," Layla said. She put out her cigarette and took a deep breath. "Go after her now before you miss your chance."

Randy clenched his jaw and looked away. From the corner of his eye he caught Layla's figure walking back into his condo. He knew he needed to tell Kelly he loves her, before it's too late. And he was going to do just that, tonight. He put out his cigarette as well before walking into his condo again. He found it empty and understood Layla left. He quickly grabbed his V-neck on his couch and threw it over his head before grabbing his keys and leaving his condo.