Emily's POV

I walk out of the living area that Mike and I were sitting in to see the guys walking through the door. I quickly run toward Phil. He looks up and I jump into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close.

"I was worried about you." He whispers.

"I'm fine. I promise. They gave me some supplies to clean my face up." I whisper.

I pull away to look at him and my eyes widen.

"What the fuck happened to your neck?" I ask.

"The tiger woke up in the car." He sighs.

I put my feet down and grab his hand. I pull him to the room where Mike is. I sit down next to Mike and pull out the first aid I used. I start working on Phil's neck when the other boys sit down.

"When we got back, we took a look at the security cameras." Mike says.

The man pushes the button on the remote. The video starts to play and we're walking in Mike's front yard. I've already seen it so I pay attention to Phil's neck.

"Oh! It's Doug!" Stu says. "Thank God he's alive.

"That's our buddy! That's who we've been missing." Phil informs him.

"We're all best friends." Alan chimes in.

"I know. Emily told me. Why don't you just pay attention. I don't have all night." Mike says.

"Yeah, of course." Phil says.

Next what happens on the video is Alan walking over to the pool.

"Hey! That's me! I'm on TV." Alan smiles. "I've never been on TV before."

"Watch this." I whisper to Phil.

I can tell he's paying attention because he smirks slightly. Alan starts peeing in the pool. The guys in the video start saying he's going to overflow the pool.

"Maybe...Maybe I should wait outside?" Alan asks, softly.

"I think that's a good idea, Alan." Mike says.

Alan gets up and walks past us, out of the room.

"Don't touch anything out there, either." Andy, the bodyguard says.

I finish up with Phil's neck and put everything away before leaning back. Phil wraps an arm around me.

"You know what? He's not our good friend. We don't know him that well." Stu says.

"Emily said he's Doug's brother in law?" Mike asks slightly.

They both nod. We go back to watching the TV to see us walking the tiger out of the building.

"By the way, where you get that cop car from?" Mike looks at us.

"We, uh, stole it from these dumb-ass cops." Stu smirks, chuckling slightly.

"Nice!" Mike says, high fiving the guys.

I giggle and shake my head. In the video, we put the tiger in the back of the cop car.

"You know, I just have to say...I have never seen a more beautiful elegant creature. I-"

I cover up Phil's mouth. I don't want him to say anything when I know what happens.

"Check it out, Stu. Stu." Video Phil says. "Fuck this tiger."

He starts to hump the tiger in the video. I shake my head and Stu starts saying how awful that is. In the video, I move Phil from the tiger.

"I'm your wife." Video Me says. "Not this tiger. Fuck me."

"Oh I will! To the hotel room!" Video Phil says, running to the front of the car.

Mike turns to Phil.

"Who does shit like that, man?" He shakes his head.

"Someone who has a lot of issues, obviously. I'm a sick man." Phil puts his head down.

"That's all we got." Andy says, turning off the video.

"This was hugely helpful." Phil says.

"Really. Because now we know that our buddy Doug was with us at 3:30, totally alive." Stu says, nodding.

"Thanks again, Champ. And, uh, again, we are so sorry we stole your tiger." Phil says, pulling me closer.

"Don't worry about it man. Like you said, we all do dumbshit when we're fucked up." Mike says, laughing.

We all start laughing. Stu, Phil and I stand up.

"Thanks for letting me clean up Mike." I say, smiling.

"You're welcome, Emily." He stands and hugs me. "If you need anything, you have my number."

"I will be sure to call."

We all leave and I sit in the back seat, while Stu drives.

"You know, everyone says Mike Tyson is such a badass…" Stu starts. "But I think he's kinda of a sweetheart."

"I think he's mean." Alan mumbles from beside me.

"I like him! He gave me his number. I was thinking of inviting him to Doug's wedding! He probably can't come." I glance at Stu.

"Alright. I think it's officially time we call Tracy." Phil says, turns toward Stu and glances at me.

"Hallelujah. Finally, Phil says something that makes sense." Stu cheers slightly.

"We don't have much of a choice." Phil says. "And maybe she's heard from Doug."

"That's what I've been saying this whole time." Stu glances at him.

"We just need to be completely honest. We need to tell her everything." Phil feels around for his phone.

"We don't have to tell her everything. We can leave out the stuff...:" Stu stops at a red light. "...about me marrying a hooker."

"Just stay focused on Doug. That's the important part." I nod at Stu.

"Thanks, Emily."

"What am I gonna tell my dad?" Alan speaks up.

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

"You mean…"

Before I can finish my sentence, another car speeds up to our car...crashing into the passenger side.

We all scream but the car continues to drive, pushing the Mercades into a Strip Club sign on the side of the road. This causes windows to break in the car. We hear metal creaking and a sign for the Strip Club falls through the roof, causing us all to scream again.

Alan moved out of the way before it could cause any harm to him, which I'm thankful for. We turn toward the car to see it backing up slightly.

"What the fuck?" Phil groans.

"Are you guys okay?"Stu glances at all of us.

"I know that guy!" Alan says, pointing.

I look to see the Asian man from earlier today, stepping out of the car that hit us. More men step out of the car walking to us.

"That's the guy from the trunk." I say.

The Asian man walks over to my side of the car before speaking.

"Get out of the car. Please."

"W...w...wait. Those are the guys that shot Eddie." Stu informs us.

I roll my eyes and lean forward to try to open the passenger door beside Phil.

"Em! What are you doing?" Stu freaks out.

I ignore him, trying to open the door. One of the gentleman walks over and grabs my arm, causing Phil to be pushed forward.

"Gentle, guys." The Asian man says.

He loosens his grip on my arm and helps me out through the window. I stand next to the car that hit us and look at them. The guys stay in the car and this upsets the Asian man.

"Let's go." He snaps his fingers.

His men grabs my guys from the car and pull them out. The guys are freaking out, yelling random things. I shake my head. The men set the guys down.

"Hey, take it easy! Take it easy." Phil snaps before walking to me.

He wraps his arms around me before looking at the Asian man.

"I want my purse back, assholes." He says, holding up a satchel.

"What? Your purse?" Phil looks confused.

"That's not a purse, it's a satchel." Alan yells, sorta.

"It's a purse, okay? And you steal from wrong guy!" The man snaps.

"Wait a second, wait a second." Phil waves his hand a little. "We stole from you?"

"Okay, you know what?" Stu chimes in. "We don't remember anything that happened last night s help us out a little here."

"Well, apparently you guys met at a craps table late last night. You…" One of the Asian Man's bodyguard points to Alan. "...were on a heater, and he played your hot streak. He ended up winning just under 80 grand."

"No shit? 80 grand is nice." Phil nods.

"Okay, that's good." Stu smiles slightly.

"He put the chips in his purse, and then you guys took off with it." The bodyguard continues.

"That doesn't sound like us.." Stu says, confused.

"Mine had $80,000 inside." The Asian man bunches up the purse. "And this one? Nothing!"

He throws the purse down and stomps down on it. We hear a crunch from the purse.

"Hey, there are Skittles in there." Alan snaps.

Alan walks forward to the man, but the bodyguard steps forward and punches him in the gut.

"Ow! Not again." Alan groans, turning around.

Stu holds him and leans him against the car.

"Don't let the beard fool you. He's a child." Stu glances at him.

"It's funny because he's fat." The Asian man laughs.

"Now, look, this was obviously a very simple misunderstanding." I say, stepping forward.

I put my hands out to calm the situation.

"Alan picked up the wrong purse, it's no big deal." Phil says, defending me slightly.

"Okay, if it's 'No big deal' why, when I come after you guys…" The leader points to Phil. "...He starts screaming like crazy and throw me in trunk?"

"What, I did that?" Phil looks confused.

"Yeah, you said he was your lucky charm and you want to take him home with you." The bodyguard says.

"Lucky charm." Phil laughs.

"It's just funny." Stu chuckles.

The leader starts laughing.

"Fuck you." The leader says. "If you want to see your friend again, you get me my 90 grand."

"What?" Stu asks.

"Our friend?" Phil's eyebrows scrunch up.

The leader hits the side of the car. Inside was a man with a bag over his head.

"Doug? You have Doug! You have my brother." I yell, running toward the car.

Phil runs behind me but the bodyguard grabs Phil, letting me run to the window.

"Doug? Are you okay?" I ask, desperately.

He in the car nods but I'm pulled away before he can say anything. I tear and hold onto the man that grabbed me.

"Look, we're very sorry but this is an easy fix." Stu says.

"Alan, where's his purse?" Phil asks, taking me from the man.

"I don't know." Alan shrugs.

"It's in the hotel room, right?" Stu asks.

"Yeah, we can get it." Alan says, confidently.

"We can get you the...We can write you a check right now!" Stu says.

My eyed widen. We don't have that kind of money to write him a fucking check!

"No chance. Cash only."