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I smack him on the back of his head, and he snaps out of it, and goes with Juan to find blankets, knowing Avs won’t want him near her.

I run for Vasiliki, and I punch him in the face—once, twice, three times—before I twist his arm in an unnatural angle, snapping it. He screams in pain, and I grab the machete and swing it into his neck, nearly cutting his head off. He dies instantly. I turn to Mindy, but Phoebe beats me to it.

Phoebe grabs the bat and blasts Mindy in the head. Mindy screams in pain, falling to the ground as Phoebe does it two more times, crushing her skull. Mindy’s eyes open, but there’s no life behind them.

I hear Phoebe mutter, “Wanted to do that for months now.”

Good fucking riddance.

I’m breathing hard when suddenly I hear “Sergi!” I look over to see Avery pushing out one of our twins.

I shout, “Fuck!”

I run over to her and lean over her as tears run down my cheeks. I grab her hand, and she squeezes it as she pushes.

“Okay baby, you’re okay. You’ve got this,” I murmur as Phoebe grabs her other hand. I can see she’s getting tired. My heart thunders when suddenly a cry.

I look over to see Al holding one of the babies, and he proclaims, “A beautiful, baby boy.” Phoebe walks over to him, and takes my son, who has dark blond hair like mine, and places him on my wife’s chest.

I kiss her head and place my hand on our son’s back. “He’s perfect,” I whisper.

She smiles and rasps back, “Anthony Dimitri.” I grin, we never spoke about names, she only said she had a few in mind but never brought it up again. Dimitri openly sobs. I look at him and tilt my head so he knows how much he fucking means to me and to Avery.

Love and pride shine through his eyes.

Avery tenses and Phoebe quickly takes the baby, placing him in a blanket that Juan just gave her. Juan and Peter peer down at their grandson, both grinning.

“Okay, Avery, your little girl wants to meet you. Push, sweetheart,” Al demans.

Avery screams out in pain, gripping my hand, and pushes a few more times before her body goes limp. Her breathing is erratic.

Suddenly, I hear Alexandr rasp, “Shit, she’s not breathing.”

My legs nearly give out. Fuck no!

Avery claws my arms and screams, “Sergi! Save her, save her!”

I run over to Alexandr and take my daughter, laying her on the blanket Peter placed on the floor, and start CPR, trying to be as delicate as I can. Her lips are blue, and tears fill my vision. I can barely see Al as he watches me trying to save my fucking daughter. Pain like no other fills me.

I scream, “Fuck, come on, baby girl! Breathe for daddy!”

I sob, still doing CPR on by daughter, when I hear Dimitri shout, “She’s crashing!”

I turn my head and see my wife, my fucking world, lifeless; her body is completely still. My heart stops. Fuck, please no! I look to my daughter, who’s still not breathing, then to my wife. Al’s trying to stop the bleeding from between Avery’s legs, but there’s too much. I can hear my son crying in the background. I’m being torn in three separate directions.

I hear a loud bang from the door, and Sofia rushes in with Ivan, who we call Surg. He’s a Made Man but also a qualified surgeon.

I sob in relief.

“Oh my God!” Sofia yells, and she comes over to me as Surg hurries to my wife. I fall flat on my ass as Sofia takes over CPR, knowing this is her area expertise as a pediatric nurse. I look over to my wife and see the doc shove his hand inside her, making me flinch.

He shouts, “We need to move her, or we’ll lose her

I jump to my feet and rush over to them. I pick up Avery, bridal style, while Surg keeps his hand inside her to stop the bleeding. Her head goes limp on my shoulder, making my heart rate triple. As I go to walk up the stairs, I look at Sofia and see her still working on my daughter. I don’t know how, but I know she won’t make it. It’s impossible. A sob builds in my throat, and I keep moving, not looking back. If Avery doesn’t die from this, losing our daughter just might do the job.

The twenty-minute drive to the hospital only takes us ten. Surg called ahead, and a gurney and several doctors and nurses are waiting for us. They open the car door and grab her from me. Surg’s hand is still in place, and they take her inside. Dimitri, Peter, and I rush in while Juan parks the car. Damian and Al stayed behind with Sofia. The nurse looks at me as I stare at the double doors behind which they took my wife.

A nurse puts a gentle hand on my arm and offers a soft smile. “What’s his name?”




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