Talk about taking forever to update, right? But anywhoo, the next chapter shall indeed be the last! It'll probably more of an epilogue than anything else. So yeah, just keep a look out for that! And as always, enjoy the read! ;)

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There was no pain. Was she not supposed to feel pain? Sophia opened her eyes in a reluctant way. It hadn't been her that had gotten shot. She saw the blonde sprawled out on the ground. "Randy." She called out.

"I'm right here."

Sophia looked up at her brother. Those vibrant blue eyes had turned grey, as he lowered the gun and stared down at Stacy. "I'm sorry." Randy said nothing in return. Sophia let the tears fall. He hadn't deserved this. And it was all her fault, that he had. "Are you alright?"

John looked down at her, as she freed his hands and feet. "Are you?"

"I will be."

"Where did they go?"

Sophia looked confused. "What? Who?"

John stood. "Her henchmen. They're not here."

Sophia hadn't even taken notice until now. "I…" She looked over at Randy again. "I don't know."

"They can't get away." With that said, he brushed past Sophia.

"No, John don't!"

Randy finally looked up at his sister, hearing the protest. "Where's Dave? He should've been here, by now." He watched as the color drained from his sister's face. "Sophia don't!" It was his turn to protest now, as she turned and ran toward the exit.

Dave had to be okay. He just had to. Pushing through the warehouse doors, Sophia fell to her knees. "Oh God." She sighed in exhaustion.

Dave turned at the sight of his wife. "Sophia…" He fell to his own knees, capturing her in his arms. "You're okay." Brushing her hair back, he cupped his wife's face in his hands. "I was so scared to go in there. I didn't know if…"

Sophia had seen her husband cry before, but never this broken. "I'm here, baby. I'm okay."

He kissed her forehead. "They're all in custody." He spoke, referring to the men.

"Good. That's good." As if, just remembering, "Where's John?"

"He's giving his statement."

Sophia looked at Dave. "He had nothing to do with it."

Dave watched his partner walk out, before he looked back at his wife. "I know that now."

"This is all my fault, look at him."

"Do not blame yourself, Sophia. Nobody knew anything."

Sophia wiped the tear that fell. "But he loved her, Dave. You can't help who you fall in love with."

Dave held on tighter. "No. No, you can't."

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Randy could still remember the first time he'd met her. A sweet, bubbly girl. A sweet, bubbly girl who'd swept him off his feet. And by God, he had met her at Sophia's workshop. How could he have not figured it out? It was his job to figure things out, for God's sake. Stacy had been planning his sister's demise the whole time. It made him sick to his stomach, to even think about it.

"Randy."

Randy turned to see Sophia walking up. He saw the guilt in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry. If I would've told you about my past earlier, maybe…"

"Shut up, Sophia."

Sophia looked hurt, when her eyes locked with his. "I deserve that. God, I'm so sorry."

Randy grabbed her arm, pulling her in for an embrace. "I don't hate you, Sophia…" He sighed, holding on to her hands. "But I almost lost my sister today. That's something I never want to go through again."

"I hurt so many people, Randy."

"Look at me," So she did. "You had no way of knowing…" He paused before saying her name. "You had no way of knowing, Stacy was involved in this."

Sophia saw the sadness. "You loved her, Randy."

Randy shook his head. "I loved who I thought she was."

"I'm here for you."

"You better be. I wasn't going to let you out of my sight, either way."

Sophia smiled for the first time that night. "I wouldn't have it any other way.

I love you, brother."

"I love you too, sister."

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The next couple of weeks would turn out to be an adjustment, to say the least. But everyone had stuck together, and so slowly but surely, things were getting back to normal. As normal as it could be, one would have to guess.

Today, Stacy's burial would be taking place. Sophia already knew Randy would be attending, because he'd talked to her about it. Stacy may have done what she had done, but she was still a person; somebody's daughter, sister, and almost a wife. If she was going, it would solely be to support Randy.

Dave, on the other hand, already had made his stubborn mind up.

"She almost took my wife from me, to hell if I'm going to pay respects, Sophia."

Sophia smacked him up aside the head, and watched him frown. "And Randy, is what to me?"

"I thought he was your brother."

It was her turn to frown at the sarcastic statement. "She almost became his wife, Dave. He loved her. You can't be mad at him for that."

Dave flicked on the television. "And I love you more."

Sophia shook her head. "Obviously not."

"Sophia!" He growled, watching her stomp out of the room. He would not be talked into going. He just wouldn't.

Too bad the guilt trip, had already started to set in.

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"I tried." Sophia, speaking in reference to her husband.

Randy just nodded. "He has a right to feel the way he does, Sophia."

It was Sophia's turn to nod. "I know that." She started. "I just wish he would've gotten the fact, that I needed him here."

"You didn't have to come either."

"Yes, I did." Grabbing her brother's hand, "I'm here for you, remember?" Randy gave the closest thing to a smile, as he led the way. "Are we the only ones here?" Sophia questioned, noticing the empty cemetery.

"It appears I never met her parents for a reason." Sophia just listened. "Mother died at birth. Father was into drugs, died of an overdose only a couple of years later."

Sophia blew out a breath at the new information. "Stacy said they were away in Europe. I should've known right there, that she was lying."

"Everything about her was a lie, Sophia."

Suddenly confused all over again, when they came upon the grave site. "Then who are they?"

Randy looked over at the older couple. "Her adopted parents."

Sophia stopped at the sudden anxiety. "Maybe I can't do this." Tears threatened as she looked over at the woman and man, Stacy had called parents. "I thought I could, it's just…" Arms wrapped around her, but they weren't her brothers. "Dave." She sighed.

Dave looked over at Randy, who excused himself. "You're going to be fine."

"You came."

"Only for you."

Sophia took a deep breath. "I can do this."

Dave placed a loving kiss on her lips. "Yes, you can. But if at anytime you want to leave, you just let me know. Okay?" Sophia nodded in assurance, as she clung to her husband for the much needed support.

"Alright then. Let's go get this over with."

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