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@ BadStreetBoys
Ricky looked at him as he played the recording. He knew he was scared and had heard the recording and smirked as he watched him. A smirk was coming onto his face as he watched him cry. He left him to the recording before he came back and took his phone when the hour was up. He sighed seeing him and said, "Being blank won't save her, and no ones going to find her." He sneered at him, smacking him across the face with his ring, leaving a cut from the rubies in his ring. He left his goons to fuck him up worse. Ricky came back from time to time to show more shit he had done to Claire. He even had a video of his guys ripping her shirt off and pouring water on her and her shivering. The video also contained her crying and screaming from them breaking a bone. He smirked seeing he had broken Orlando completely. He wanted to enjoy this. He poured ice on him during nights so he wouldn't sleep, just like he did with Claire. He kept doing what he was doing hoping to crush him completely. He didn't look like Orlando anymore, he looked weak and broken, just the way Ricky wanted him to be for fucking his face up. "This is for trying to take my goddamn territory." He hissed in his ear as he stomped down on his stomach.

Claire looked up hearing someone unlocking the door. She hoped to see Orlando and sighed when it was Rex. He eyes were swollen and red, and her hair was a mess. She had put it into a messy bun. She sat up on the couch and shook her head. "I probably need breakfast, but we can get that on the way." She whispered to him, before using his arm for support as she stood. She huffed and whispered, "They've been so restless." She sighed before getting into the car, getting McDonald's for breakfast and contiuing the search. She was stress eating now, and knew it was good for the babies since the doctor had asked her to eat more food.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
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Orlando had endured three days of senseless beating, cuttings, breakings, anything. But the physical pain didn't do anything. He didn't react to anything inflicted on himself. But everytime he saw something of Claire, or heard it. He'd start bawling and shaking, foaming at the mouth. A few times he shook the chair so hard he fell forward and the chair hit off the ground. His knee was broken, as were ribs, and one entire arm, his nose and cheek bones as well. There wasn't a place on his body that wasn't bruised. And he had slashes all up his arms and chest area. He didn't look Like a person, let alone the big bad gang leader. By the time Ricky had come in again, Orlando just looked up at him with weak eyes. "Kill me." He cried out. Orlando was knocked to the ground, just hoping the misery would end.

It'd been three days since Orlando was gone. That had Rex worried, the beacon of hope he still held, was that if Ricky had killed Orlando, he would have dumped the body in a public place so the media would hound at the death. He would be the sick bastard to bathe in that glory. They had see arched everywhere but one last warehouse. And this was had more guys around it than usual. So he was hoping, even praying to god they'd find his best friend in there. Claire was a mess and he felt terrible. He had someone with her at all times. It was early afternoon and Rex was ready to go. He called Dalton and told him they'd need him. To go to Orlando's house and prep the kitchen table with everything needed to save a life. Rex was going in hopeful. He picked Claire up from the office, and took three cars with five people in each to go and find Orlando. As they approached the warehouse, Rex reminded everyone but Claire of the code. Just as they were ready to go in, he also told one guy to stay outside with Claire and bring her in when he told him too. That's when Rex and his guys bust down the door.
They saw Ricky, they saw three or four guys, and they saw Orlando... If you could even call him that.. They saw a bloody, battered, figure on the ground that wasn't responsive. The. 12 guys easily overpowered Ricky and his men. Rex had them all move and restrain them in another room before he moved over to Orlando's body. He wasn't moving, so Rex checked for a pulse. When he got It, he couldn't help but let out a small thank you prayer. He pages the guy to bring in Claire. But to warn her it was bad. Rex was trying to determine injuries, but realized with his blood soaked and brusoes body they couldn't tell own thing from another.

@ BadStreetBoys
Ricky had been relentless, not letting him have the escape for death. When he finally begged for death, he knew this was the time. He smirked, raising his switchblade up, and was walking towards Orlando when he heard the door bust open and cursed before getting into position, and fought his way before they were overpowered. He screamed shaking with anger. He had had him! He was finally going to kill him! He shook with pure fury. he was taken to a room where he seethed and tried to get free, even though he knew it was no use. He struggled against all of it just wanting to go finish the job. he smirked then knowing he was going to have psychological damage from all of this and that was enough to warm his freezing fucking heart. He spat at the kid wrestling him to the ground and tying him up. He had already cut someone and shot someone, and knew now that he was fucked. He had no doubt in his mind that he was going to get killed.

Claire had been a complete wreck. She had been crying for three days, and shaking and just freaking out in general. She didn't like not having Orlando. She was going out of her mind with worry and it wasn't a pretty sight. Her eyes stayed swollen and red and she wouldn't let anyone near her but Rex, and that pretty much because she didn't have a choice. She was exhausted from crying, but was too upset to sleep. She puked alot from the crying and from the fact that the twins were not happy with her being unhappy. She looked at the warehouse and went forward into it, waiting when they wouldn't let her, before she finally was told she could go in. She heard it was bad, but pushed through anyways. She saw Orlando and felt her world crumble as she saw what he had done to her baby. "Oh my god." She mumbled rushing forward, well, as quickly as a pregnant lady could. She went forward and took his hand before kissing his face, not caring about the blood. "Orlando." She breathed hot tears flooding down her face. She spoke with him for a minute before she watched them take him away. She went and stood in front of Ricky. Her eyes were narrowed slits and she looked positively frightening, no matter how short she was. Her look could kill anyone she damn well pleased. She looked at him before shaking her head and looking at Rex, "Kill him. You pick what way." She turned away before hissing, "He better suffer." She walked away catching up to Orlando and getting in the car he was in. They rushed him inside their house and she stood back while Dalton did his thing. She eventually got a chair beside him, her hand in his and she fell asleep with her head on the table, her tears dried on her face.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Orlando hadn't even initially reacted to Claire talking to him. He didn't actually believe it was her, he thought it was another sick joke that was being played on him and just started crying again. He didn't even try to struggle or do anything when he was untied from the chair, his body falling limp to the ground. It was fairly obvious his knee was broken, and I'm this state he couldn't walk. It took six guys to carry Orlando out to a car. The laid him in the back seat before hurrying to Orlando's house. They didn't know what happened, they didn't want to, they just knew he needed medical help immediatly. Orlando didn't move, or react to anything. Dalton could have done surgery without any anesthesia. When they brought Orlando in, dalton 'a eyes widened. "What the fuck happened to my brother!" He yelled at one of the guys who laid him on the table. "Why the fuck did nobody tell me he was taken. Get the fuck out of here!" He screamed before moving to his brothers side.dalton flashed a small flashlight in his eyes, unresponsive. "Claire. I'm going to do anything without putting him under. Because I think that would actually be worse for him. He isn't actually processing pain right now." He said and was holding himself together simply for the fact he had to save his brother. The first thing Dalton did was cut into Orlando's knee and put all the pieces back in their correct spots wih pins, see it up, and cast his entire leg to keep it from moving. Dalton did everything else. After being washed up, Orlando looked vaguely like himself. Just very dark from bruises. He had two casts, the one on his leg and one on his arms his chest was bandages for cuts and for his ribs. He had snapped his nose back into place. And all te cuts and slashes were bandages and sanitized. When Dalton was done he sighed and looked at his brother. "He needs to reaponds to something." He said and looked at Claire. "Hey, O, Claire is here." He said. Which caused a slight flicker in his eyes and he glanced at Dalton. "Where. Is she okay, take care of her first." He said. His voice was scratchy and low. He had lost his voice because of the screaming and crying. "Fix her first damn it. Stop looking at me. I'll be fine." He said. Orlando didn't realize where they were, or that he'd been worked on, or where Claire was. "Is she okay? Are the teins okay? Please tell me he didn't hurt them." He said and a tee fell from one eye.

Rex and his guys had beaten the goons into submission. But they had to gt Ricky into a chair much like he did to Orlando before he was restrained. When he was he dragged him to Claire and waited instruction. When she said to kill him he nodded and watched her leave. Rex looked down at Ricky and snarled. "You're going to die in the most painful way possible. I'm going to burn you to death. But not all at once. One fucking body part at a time." He said as he ordered one guy to get him gas and a lighter. "Hmm should we start at he bottom first? I think so, don't want the smoke getting to you." He snarled. Rex lathered one of his legs, up to the knee. In gasoline before lighting it. He let it burnt out as far as it went before doing it to the other leg. He repeated this with Ricky's thighs, forearms, biceps, chest, and by that time he was sure Ricky was pretty much dead. "This is for O." He said and dumped the rest of the gasoline and lit a match. Tossing it back as he walked away. Heading immediately to Orlando's house.

@ BadStreetBoys
Claire wasn't any help in lifting him up or anything. She heard Dalton screaming and felt the tears fall from her face before hearing him say he didn't know and she looked at them, her angry look enough to freeze you. "WHY DIDN"T YOU FUCKING TELL HIM!?" She screamed at them before shaking her head, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" She watched as they scrambled away from her, and she was left with Orlando and Dalton. She fell into the chair and started to cry. She let her hands fall on her stomach as she did so. She sniffled feeling all the anxiety and worry come out in waves. She sniffled once more as she slowly stopped crying. She looked at her husband and felt herself sob once more. She stopped after about an hour and just let Dalton work. "I thought someone told you, Dalton." She whispered. "I'm sorry." She had then rested her head on the table with her hand in Orlando's dried tears on her face. She awoke to hear Dalton calling her name. She looked up before nodding hearing him say he had to respond to something. She heard him and stood up grasping his hand. "Baby, I'm here." She told him, smoothing his hair back. When she heard him say that Dalton had to take care of her first and ask if the twins were okay, she frowned confusion flitting over her face. "Orlando, baby, nothings wrong with me. I'm fine, the twins are both fine." She told him. "Why would you think I'm not okay?" She asked him confused as she kissed his forehead looking down at him, her emerald eyes tearful, and one plopping right on his cheek. She took a tissue and sniffled into it, wiping her nose with it. She continued to look at him, knowing there were people stationed outside of her house. She looked at Dalton and whispered, "Thank you, I know it's understood, but thank you." She told him.

Ricky screamed when he was being burned alive, but piece by piece. Eventually he died, his body going limp where he was and his face frozen into a face of him screaming and he was left there with the coals still burning around him. They put his body smack dab in the middle of his territory. Claire knew Rex was going to be here soon and hoped he had pleasant news from him regarding Ricky. She knew she would never go back on this now, and that the deed was done. She would never regret it a day in her life either. She would carry it on her shoulders proudly.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Orlando whined quietly as pain hit him, now becoming aware of everything. He couldn't move, and he didn't like it. He just wanted to do something. When he heard Claire's voice his eyes shot over to the other side of him and he looked at her. More tears rolled down his face, he couldn't cry hard, because the movement sent oain searing through his chest. "He took you." He said hoarsely. "He had you. I couldn't protect you." He whined again in pain and clenched his eyes shut before looking st Claire again. "He showed me your bloody ring. He said he'd kill the twins. He played a video of you acreaming for hours. He showed me videos." He said and tears fell faster. "Please be okay." Orlando could still barely tell what was real and what wasn't. It didn't even register in his mind that Claire looked perfectly okay. He tried to move the hand of his broken arm to her face, but the arm moved about three inches up before dropping. The clink of the cast On the table was loud. Dalton bit his lip when he heard Orlando talk. "The mind is one thing I can't fix." He said and held his brother's good hand. "O, I promise Claire and the babies are okay. You're really beaten up. When Rex gets here were going to put you in yor bed." He said. Orlando looked at him and nodded slightly. "Claire. He has a lot wrong. He won't be able to get out of bed for a month. His knee is the worst. But in a month he can put pressure on it. I'll find a good came for him, and pimp it out so he doesn't feel emasculated. Because he will need it for walking for a while." He explained. "I'm gonna come every day to check on his progress."

Rex ordered the guys to leave the body for someone to find, he didn't care if it was another gang member of Ricky's, or the police. As long as someone did. When he arrived at the house Rex went inside. He looked at Claire and gave a nod. "Details?"
He asked. When she said yes he explained why they did to Ricky before moving to go see Orlando. He'd never seen Orlando look so beaten and weak. "The guys can't see him like this. They saw him all bloody at the warehouse but that is expected. I don't want anyone visiting him. They can't see their leader as weak." Rex helped Dalton move Orlando up to the bed as carefully as possible. When they laid Orlando fown he whined loudly. "Dalton I have to pee." He said no and dalton's face dropped. "Shit I forgot about how he's gonna use the bathroom." Rex was astonished at how bad it was. He pulled Claire aside. "Mrs. Burton you know if you or O need anything, I'll be here any time. I don't care if I have to move him every time he has to pre. You are my bosses and I love you." He said and hugged her.

@ BadStreetBoys
Claire listened to him before shaking her head exasperated, "Baby, I promise we're fine." She told him before listening again confusion spreading before she finally realized what it was he was telling her. "Oh my god. No, Orlando, I've been looking for you for three days with Rex. Ricky didn't get me. It was all fake. Shit, no. Don't even worry about me. He hasn't touched me since that one day. He got a fake ring." She promised him. "The videos were from the time he had me, the sick fuck." She said angrily. "The videos were from last time and the recordings." She told him, kissing his tears and said, "I promise I'm fine, the twins are fine. We're all okay, but you." She told him kissing him over and over and listened to Dalton her eyes sad and then a fierce expression coming onto her face from what Ricky had done to her baby. She was so fucking pissed. "I know." She whispered hearing him. She hugged him and said, "I know. I'll take care of him." She promised him before going back to Orlando a frown on her face as she looked down at her husband. She kissed him on the lips gently a tear falling. "He didn't touch me." She whispered trying to make him believe it. "I promise." She told him sweeping the hair from his face. She glanced back at Dalton seeing Rex come in the door.

Claire waddled over to him and listened to him nodding when he asked if she wanted to details. She nodded hearing him and said, "Good." She sighed hearing him and said, "You're in charge while we're doing this. Come to me daily with reports." She told him knowing he would and said, "They don't get to see him until he can walk, understand me." She said knowing for full well that no one wanted to follow her orders when they had seen her the first time. She nodded again and followed them upstairs sighing when she heard that he had to pee and saw Dalton's face drop. She then frowned tears sprouting to her eyes, "I wish I was bigger so I didn't need someone to help me help him." She hissed angry at this factor for the first time in her life. She wiped angrily at her eyes before looked up when Rex pulled her aside and smiled at him, "I know, honey." She whispered hugging him back. "We love you too, you're family. It's okay. I'll take care of him." She promised before biting her lip and thinking to herself. "Dalton, do you think you could stay for the night to make sure he's good and to help me?" She asked him knowing she hated asking for help, but she knew when she needed it. If she wasn't pregnant, she wouldn't have asked at all. She would have managed.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Dalton looked over at Claire, he was going to say something, but Rex pulled her aside, he waited until she was back before looking over. "I'm going to have to put a catheter in him." He said and looked at Claire. "That way he can piss whenever he damn pleases, and you won't have to worry about calling someone to help you move him. The only issue is I can't do that for." He said and waved his hand to imply. "So you will need help for that. Claire. I don't want you even trying to move Orlando. The stress on your body could bring in early labor. That will stress you out, then him out, and we can't have that. Rex and I will both be around to help you for that." He explained, before asking at least Rex to leave the room while he put the catheter into Orlando. He knew his brother, and in the right mind he would probably refuse to have one, let alone let anyone watch. Dalton moved over to Orlando and talked quietly to him as he did it, knowing it would hurt just for a second as he did. Orlando let out a small whimper. But when it was in Dalton attached a bag to it and let it rest on the floor. He showed Claire how to change the bags when they were full and left her a large case of them.

Rex came back in when he was told he could, asking if he could try to talk to Orlando alone. He waited until they were and sat next to Orlando, taking his good hand. "Hey man. You're okay." He said and chuckled softly. "You're alive, and you're gonna be a dad. He didn't fuck up your face too bad either. Still as handsome as always." Orlando looked up at Rex and raised an eyebrow. "Rex, I just want Claire to be okay, I don't care about myself. Is she okay? Can she come back to me?" He asked. Rex sighed and nodded. "Yea bud, she's perfectly fine. Ricky lied and didn't touch her. She's fine, the twins are fine." He said before going to get Claire and Dalton. "Again, I'm a call away. I'm gonna talk to all the guys tomorrow. No one sees him until he can walk. And I'll just tell them, well it's none of their business we run the gang they follow the orders." He said and gave her a hug. "I'll stop by to see him if you don't call for help." He said before Rex left. Dalton had agreed to stay the night to help Claire. "I have to call dad. If I didn't know, he didn't know. He needs to know." He said and called Dominic, the phone call was fairly short, Dalton looking over at Claire. "He's coming in the morning." He said before moving back to Orlando. Orlando looked over and saw Claire. "Baby, I love you, are you okay? Can she lay with me Dalt? Is she okay?" He asked. Orlando whined again in pain. He couldn't move but he desperately wanted to just so he could see them both and help his Claire.

@ BadStreetBoys
Claire sighed hearing him and nodded before murmuring, "alright." She told him and said, "You can't do what for?" She asked furrowing her brow at the moment she was confused with what he was saying and it was hurting her hair. She sighed and heard him before nodding and said, "I'm not going to try." She murmured. "I know it'll stress me out, then him, and then we'll all be stressed out." She told him with a small hysterical laugh. She felt the tears fall and pushed them away. She wasn't afraid to cry in front of anyone anymore. She was having hormonal issues as well as her husband was hurt mentally and physically and she was scared. She had been so scared that she was going to los him. She sniffled before wiping her nose. She went over by Orlando, but left her eyes on his face, her hand in his while Dalton did the catheter. She kissed his face when she herd him whimpering and she just kissed him once more and whispered, "Shh, baby. I'm here." She told him before getting pulled away to get told how to change out the bags. She nodded showing she understood what to do. She just wished she was more help than this. She knew she wasn't and she wanted to hit something.

Claire looked up hearing Rex, her eyes going gentle but still hesitated to leave Orlando. She went with Dalton, hugging him gently as she did so. She needed some comfort and she just didn't know where to find it. She wiped her tears away and heard Rex come out and say she could go back. She sat on the chair next to the bed and looked up hearing Rex. She gave a nod and said, "Alright." She heard Dalton and said, "I figured they would've told you. I'm sorry, Dalton." She whispered. "I thought they would've told you and Dominic. I haven't been home until today." She told him before looking back to Orlando, gently stroking his hair back from his face. She looked up and gave a nod. She turned back hearing Orlando talking to her. She said, "I love you too." She heard him whine from the pain, and gently, ever so gently, pulled herself up onto the bed, pressing her stomach to his hand gently, because she didn't have anywhere else to put it and whispered, "I'm okay." She told him before kissing his forehead. "Look at me, Orlando." She murmured, pulling herself shakily up to get above him, her hair still in her bun. "Focus babe, really look at me." She told him, and once she thought he did, she took his face in her hand and told him firmly, "Ricky lied. Orlando, I'm right here, and i'm not hurt, the twins are not hurt. We're okay. We've been Rex the whole time looking for you. I promise Ricky hasn't touched me and now he never will again." She practically spit the last words out, the fire in her eyes coming alight with the prospect of that fucker burning.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
When Claire moved onto the bed with him Orlando shifted his eyes to her. He wanted to move, he wanted to hold her, but he couldn't. Of course he could move a little, but everything felt heavy and he just couldn't get his body to cooperate. Dalton stood at the side of Orlando, he realized his pupils hadn't dilated at all, and he wanted to wait and see when they would. He was positive when that happened he'd at least somewhat believe Claire. Orlando flinched slightly when she grabbed his face, but his eyes were on her. He squinted slightly As he looked up and down Claire's face. He opened his eyes slightly and nodded. "I was so worried." He murmured. Orlando weakly brough his good hand up and touched her face, giving a weak smile. It hurt to smile because of his broken nose and cheek bones. "I love you." Orlando said softly. He saw the anger in her eyes at the end and whimpered. "No no." He whispered. Orlando didn't want to deal with any anger right now. He actually just wanted to sleep. But he was also slowly becoming aware of everything, so he wanted to be with Claire.

Orlando whined slightly as he tried to move. Dalton frowned and pressed on his shoulder. "Orlando, don't move. If you want to, tell me and I'll help move you. But your best position is on your back." He said softly. Dalton looked at Claire before down at Orlando, who was just watching Claire, his eyes focusing on her and a smile on his face. Dalton smiled slightly. Orlando was doing okay, he just hoped he would be okay. "Im gonna go lay down, yell if you need anything." He told Claire and put a hand on his older brother. "I love you." He said. When Dalton spoke to him, Orlando looked up and nodded. "I love you too." When Dalton left Orlando put his good arm weakly around Claire. "I love you more though." He said and swallowed hard. "Everything hurts. I can't remember. I can't remember what happened." He said and started crying. Tears falling down his cheeks. He didn't know why. But he clenched one hand into a fist. "What happened I don't get it." He said and looked up at Claire, his emotion changing suddenly. "Are the twins good, I'm so excited for them. We should figure names out." He said excitedly.

@ BadStreetBoys
Claire saw his eyes shift to her and was happy when he was becoming more responsive. She just wanted him better. She knew he felt weak and heavy because she had felt that way as well, but knew he was getting the worse part of it compared to hers. She looked at him and whispered, "My poor baby." She kissed him gently once more and watched as he nodded and smiled gently feeling him touch her face. She raised her hand to touch his and murmured, "I know, I'm right here." She told him. She smiled hearing him nad murmured, "I love you too, my love." She kissed his nose ever so gently, it felt like wind. She pulled away and said, "Shh, I'm sorry." She knew then that she had to refrain from getting angry. She was glad he was aware of things now and knew the shock was wearing off. She was so happy. She didn't know what she would do if he was in shock for much longer. Obviously, she would deal with it, and help him the best she could because he came first. She smiled gently at him once more.

Claire felt him try to move, moving a bit alarmed at the sudden change. She felt Dalton press on his shoulder gently and looked up at him. She nodded at him before looking back to Orlando, catching him watching her and just softened more a smile going onto her face as she met his gaze gently. He was the same old teddy bear she had married. She heard Dalton before nodding. She said, "Thank you, Dalton." She told him, before feeling Orlando's arm go around her. She let her head gently go onto his chest, being very gentle with him. She laughed hearing him and murmured, "I love you too." She heard him nad got back up before wiping away his tears gently, and kissing them away. "I'll tell you tomorrow, baby I promise, but I don't want to tell you today." She whispered to him before smiling seeing him change. "They're good. They're restless just like their daddy." She commented with a small laugh. She then said, "We can figure names out tonight if you want." She told him a smile on her face. "How about Beau Grayson Burton for the boy? And do you have any ideas for your baby girl?" She asked with a gentle smile, her hand gentle making patterns on his arm, which felt just like something touching. She didn't put any pressure behind it whatsoever.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Orlando yawned, then smiled as he heard Claire. He knew he couldn't move, so he gave up trying. But Claire was working with him, and he had a least one good arm to hold her with, which was all he wanted to do. Orlando let out a happy sigh when he heard her idea. "I really like that, it's cute, and manly. He's gotta sound tough, cause he's gonna be just like his daddy." He explained smiling softly. Orlando blinked a few times as he thought about names for his girl. "I'm not sure. I never thought of her name really, I just thought about how me and her brother aren't gonna let any of the boys near her." He teased gently. "Are they being active? I wish I could feel them. It's so cute." He cooed and looked up at Claire with a light in his eyes. He seemed to be getting ready for now. But reality hadn't truly hit him, he knew he was hurt and couldn't move. But he couldn't tell the magnitude of it, or what it would mean for the gang, or what they'd think of him. When that hit. He'd be himself again, but he'd fall into a depression. Not wanting to show his face to the guys he felt he let down.

Dalton went downstairs to the couch and turned the TV on, he turned it on to that news. Which had a breaking story. The story was of the discovery of Ricky's body. The senator who hated Orlando and wanted him off the street was immediately blaming Orlando and gang activity for this death. He said it was the cruelest he had ever seen and they needed to put an end to the crime and the gangs. Dalton hurried upstairs. "Claire, you need to come see what's on television." He said and gave Orlando a weak smile. "I promise to bring her back." He said and helped Claire downstairs before rewinding the segment and showing her. Orlando whined when Claire was pulled away from him. He just wanted his wife back. Orlando put the good arm over his chest and pouted when she was gone. Orlando pondered ideas for names for his baby girl. Dalton looked to Claire as it finished. "That's not good publicity." He said and bit his lip. Dalton wasn't into the gang life, so he didn't understand what media publicity meant to them, or people stating they wanted to end them, really meant.

@ BadStreetBoys
Claire smiled gently, working with him, so he could touch her and hold her knowing he couldn't move, and just wanting to make it easier on him because she didn't want him to hurt himself much. She laughed hearing him and smiled before saying, "But he's gotta be even tougher like his mommy." She teased him kissing him gently a smile on her face and nodded in agreement, "I agree. I have no names for girls. Maybe we'll go through a list tonight thats on my phone." She laughed a smile on her face. She heard him and smiled nodding. She got on her knees, before lifting his hand onto her stomach and letting him feel as they kicked around and she watched him and said, "Here, now you can feel them." She had the gentle smile on her face she always did when she had Orlando around her. She knew the magnitude hadn't hit yet, and she didn't know what that meant yet. She just hoped everything would be okay. She gasped gently, catching herself on the headboard of the bed as one kicked really hard. She giggled, "Our little fighters." She told him with a smile knowing he loved to feel their babies moving.

Claire looked up hearing Dalton. She frowned knowing he wouldn't bother them unless he needed to. She stood up huffing at the effor before kissing Orlando. "I'll be right back." She told him. She slowly descended the stairs before sitting down beside Dalton. She raised an eyebrow at the television before watching the segment. She bit her lip and sighed before shaking her head. "Blame me, I'm the one who told them to do it." She said before running a hand throughout her hair. "Alright, i'll take care of it. Not tonight, though. It's not an immediate threat. It can wait until tomorrow. They always say things like this." She frowned before sighing once more. She nodded in agreement and said, "It never is." She texted Rex telling him to turn on the television and to take care of it for her, because she couldn't do anything. She put her phone in her pocket before saying, "Thank you, Dalton." She sighed once more and stretched her neck. She gave him a tired smile before starting to go upstairs. Once she was up, she huffed from the amount of effort it had taken and then headed back into their room and crawled up into bed with Orlando. "It's getting difficult to walk up stairs." She laughed looking at him with a smile.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Orlando lifted his head slightly when Claire returned. He gave a smile and yawned, putting his good arm around her again. "They're very active, and must be very big. I bet it's hard. Just stay up here with me, I can't move either." He said and chuckled, Orlando turned his head to kiss her cheek. "What did Dalton want?" He asked, simply curious. Orlando was coming to and coming back to himself, by morning everything would probably hit, and his body would be beyond sore. He checked the time and it was after midnight, he was tired. Orlando yawned again. He wasn't able to even stay awake for a conversation with Claire, drifting off into an easy sleep. He hadn't slept in three days so his body was quickly allowing sleep to take over, but five hours into it he woke up, in immense pain. Orlando let out a loud sound of pain. Tears streamed down his face, he grit his teeth and let out painful groans. As soon as Dalton heard something he ran up and switched the light on. "O. You're okay. What hurts?" He asked and Orlando just looked up and glared at his brother. "Fucking everything smartass." Dalton sighed and handed him three OxyContin pills and some water. Dalton looked over and reassured Claire and Orlando he'd be fine.

Orlando waited for the pills to kick in, his body going numb and he let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want to talk to anyone, not even Claire. He was glad she was at his side. But he was totally exhausted still. Orlando played off his exhaustion and fell asleep again until noon the next day. When he woke up he looked around grumbling because he couldn't get up. "Hey!" He yelled out. Orlando wanted to at least sit up. Orlando's mind went back to the previous day's, and everything was a haze, he couldn't think of anything, he didn't know what happened and what didn't happen. Panic hit him suddenly and he was worried Claire was hurt, he needed to see her, he needed to know she was okay. "Claire! Claire!" He cried out worriedly. Orlando shot yo from the waist up, letting out a scream of pain, but he didn't care, he was sitting up, back against the headboard and he looked around worriedly for Claire.

@ BadStreetBoys
Claire laughed hearing him and said, "I'll just do that then." She told him with a smile on her face. She nodded in agreement. "They're super big, well, my stomach is anyways." She laughed a smile on her face. She felt him kiss her cheek and said, "Can I tell you tomorrow?" She asked him gently. "I don't want to talk about it tonight." She whispered looking up at him. She felt him fall asleep, and sighed before just combing his hair back from his face. She soon fell asleep as well. Her body pressed against his. She jumped hearing him let out a sound of pain and called for Dalton, wiping his tears away her own falling down seeing him in so much pain. She couldn't help but to laugh hearing him say fucking everything and called Dalton a smartass. She nodded hearing him. She just stroked his hair back and said, "Thank you, Dalton." She pressed kisses to Orlando's face before letting him be. She waited until he was asleep before falling back into her own sleep. She woke up early and sighed before huffing as she got herself up and went downstairs to make breakfast. She set it down in their room before getting a shower gently.

Claire was in the midst of her shower and working on getting herself clean. She got out and looked in the mirror at the bags underneath her eyes and sighed before dressed once more in a dress made for maternity. She huffed before going downstairs and making a phone call to Rex. "The news, did you see it like I texted you?" She asked him on the phone, juggling the phone and the remote to turn the television off. She made her way upstairs when she heard Orlando screamed. She dropped her phone heading upstairs as fast as her body could manage. She came into the room seeing that he had hoisted himself up. "Oh my god." She said breathless. She had already fed Dalton, and had seen him off, promising to take care of Orlando and call if she needed anything. She was just waiting for Dominic to get over. She walked forward quickly and said, "Baby, I'm here. Shh." She told him frowning at him and kissing him gently. 'I'm here, I'm okay." She told him. "I'm okay, nothing hurt. The babies are okay." She soothed him. "Ricky never had me or the twins." She told him once more, smoothing his hair back. She felt a tear fall from her face. She felt so fucking useless!

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Orlando was breathing heavily. Sitting up had taken quite a lot of effort from him, and it hurt, mainly his chest hurt. He saw Claire Coke into the he room and let out a breath. His lips pressed against hers and he put one arm around Claire, sighing heavily. He didn't believe her for a second, until his eyes focused on her. When he saw she was okay he bit his lip and nodded. "Good." He said kurtly. Orlando looked down at himself. He was only in boxers. He couldn't believed how bandaged up he was, or the fact he was pissing in a bag. He frowned slightly at it. "This is stupid." He said bitterly. When he saw a tear coming from her face he frowned again and wiped it away. "Don't cry. I'm sorry, baby, don't cry please." He said worriedly. Rex sighed when Claire asked. "I saw it. But O always took care of it. I have no clue what to do. The guys have been asking. They wanna see O, they wanna know when he's going to be back." He explained. He heard her phone drop and immediately thought the worse. Rex ran to his car before heading quickly to the Burton household.

Orlando decided to stay up, because he thought laying down would hurt. "Is this for me?" He asked as he grabbed the playe with his one good hand. Orlando had to set the plate in his lap, and eat with his one good hand. He heard the downstairs door open and Orlando raised an eyebrow. Body tensing. Rex had arrived and ran upstairs, sighing when he saw the couple. "Claire hung up suddenly. I got worried." He said and ran a hand down the back of his neck. "Hoe you doing O?" He asked, looking to Claire to make sure he was allowed to ask that. Orlando took a few bites of his breakfast before looking at Rex. "I dunno." He said and shrugged. "I don't even know what happened." He said looking between them. "I just hurt a lot, that's about it." He said shrugging again. Rex looked confused as he looked to Claire again.

@ BadStreetBoys
Claire heard him and sighed, her hair all riled up now from the quick running. She had forgotten that she was on the phone with Rex. She just knew she had heard a scream and her first instinct was to run towards it and make sure he was okay. She saw his eyes focus and sighed in relief nodding, feeling his arm around her. She kissed him back passionately needing to do that for three days and unable to. She felt him wipe away her tear and sniffled before saying, "I'm sorry." She said and nodded kissing him. "I just got worried." She mumbled. "Stupid hormones." She mumbled before hugging him gently, her face burrowing into his neck as she calmed herself down. She pulled away giving him a small smile. She then murmured, "We need to talk about somethings today." She told him knowing that it had to be today otherwise it wouldn't be good.

Claire looked up hearing him ask a question. She pulled away and sat down beside him and said, "Yes. I fed Dalton earlier, and Dominic said he'd be around later." She said before looking up hearing the downstairs door open. She grabbed her knife, before sighing seeing Rex. She set it back down and blinked before wincing. "Sorry" She told him not elaborating why she had hung up suddenly. She saw the look and gave him a nod. She then winced before saying, "Well, baby, Ricky got you when you left the office, I don't know what for, you just said when you got back you'd have a surprise for me. Well, they took you and then we looked for you for three days. In those three days they did this to you. Ricky did, and also fucked with your mind. He told you he had me and the twins, and had killed the twins and shit." She said. Finally, she let it soak in before saying, "When I got there, they took you home and I told Rex to kill Ricky and leave him in their territory so the gang knew not to fuck with me." She said, her hand in his gently. She then murmured, "The media is blaming you though, and saying that they need to take care of the gang and I'm was working on that when you woke up." She said to him gently.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Orlando looked to Claire as she vaguely explained to him what had happened. As she did he just had a confused look on his face, he shook his head after she said it. "Nah." Was really all he said, eating a few more bites of eggs. Rex looked at Orlando, even more confused. "O. That really happened.. Ricky is dead because he fucked with you." Orlando looked at Rex and frowned. It couldn't be. At least Orlando didn't want it to be. He was in denial. He swallowed hard and just mumbled something before continuing to eat his breakfast in silence. Rex sighed and looked At Claire. "So what should I do about the media? And what should I do about the guys?" He asked, Rex was as close to them as any of the guys got, but he still was on the in for a lot of things. Orlando finished his breakfast and set the plate down on the table besides him. "I wanna go to sleep." He said quietly. Rex bit his lip and helped Orlando lay down. Orlando pulled the covers over him, laying there. Rex left the room and started to heads downstairs. He was going to take his orders from Claire and carry them out.

Dominic head over to the Burton household as well. He knocked and went inside. He saw Rex and Claire downstairs, giving a nod to Rex. "Hey. How's he doing?" He asked. "Is he okay?" Dominic had pained and worry in his eyes. "This never happened to me, I don't know how he must feel. Not good, he's too fucking proud." Dominic said and sighed as he went up to see Orlando. Dominic was alone with Orlando for about ten minutes. When he went back down and saw Claire. He sat on the couch with her. "I'm worried about my boy. Not physically. Physically he will heal and work to be tougher than ever. But.. He's to masculine to accept the fact he was beaten. He's depressed.." Dominic said and looked at her. "I know how he feels, that state of mind happened to me before. I felt like shit. I felt like I failed the gang and they'd never respect me again because I failed them and lost. Of course most of them thought I was more Badass." He said and nodded to himself. "If you need anything, call me, okay?" He offered. Dominic had a sad demeanor as he left the house. Orlando laying upstairs, eyes closed just trying to sleep the day away.

@ BadStreetBoys
Claire watched him nad blinked when he said nah. She bit her lip harshly shaking her head and whispered, "That's what happened, babe." She told him and heard Rex. "No he's dead because I wanted him dead." She said flatly unable to help it. She knew Rex had truth in it, but Claire had the bare fucking truth. If she had wanted him alive, he would be alive. She knew it too. She watched Orlando before turning back to Rex and said, "Just, ignore it for now, there's not much we can do. If they do something else, then we'll take care of it." She promised him. Hearing the plate hit the wood of the dresser next to them, she took it and kissed his brow. "Sleep sweet." She told him before closing the door gently and turning the light off. She sighed as she spoke with Rex as she went. She set the plate down in the sink, with a bang, shaking. She controlled herself before smiling at Rex, "Just a slip of the hand." She told him giving a nervous laugh before starting to clean it. She needed something to keep her busy.

Claire heard a knock and opened the door. She sighed hearing him and murmured, "Physically shit and I don't know mentally." She told him before hugging him tightly and sighing as she squeezed before letting him go and watching as he went upstairs. She said goodbye to Rex promising to call him if she needed something. She watched him leave before seeing Dominic come back down. She nodded and murmured, "I just feel useless, because I can't do anything right now." She told him. She sighed and murmured, "I've been there before, just not with the gang and stuff." She nodded hearing him and gave him a small smile hugging him. She watched as he left, and she was alone in the house with Orlando asleep upstairs. She went back upstairs standing in the door way and watching him gently. She checked on him every so often. She went downstairs before pulling a pillow to her chest and starting to sob into it. She didn't quite understand why she was crying, but she was. She soon felt all of the turmoil she felt come down in one big ray of emotions. She sobbed against her pillow before trying to get ahold of herself. She threw the pillow suddenly angry and cried harder her hands in her hair. She hated being unable to do anything for him. He did so much for her, and she couldn't do a fucking thing. She sniffled before looking down at her feet and wiping at her face.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Orlando couldn't actually sleep. He felt terrible. He felt like a failure. To his gang, his wife, everything. He'd gotten taken advantage of. He was a loser. Orlando sighed heavily, he heard Claire crying and bit his lip hard. He suddenly wanted to know what happened to him. He called out to Claire, when she got to him he looked up. "Ricky records everything. If Rex has half a brain, he'd have taken Ricky's phone. I wanna know what happened." He said flatly. "I need to see it myself. Because I can't remember anything, the only thing I know is I keep worrying about you being dead and hurt, and the twins being hurt." He said, looking up at her. "Come here, come cuddly with your teddy bear. I know Im not very comfortable to cuddle with, because of all these casts and stuff. But I love you." He murmured and smiled as he held one arm out. When Claire was with him, he put an arm around her and kissed her cheek. "Brooklyn is a cute name." He teased and chuckled to himself.

Dalton got out of work and was heading to check up on Orlanod, and give him another dose of medication. He had also ordered custom canes to be made for Orlando, and his friend had specially made quickly for Dalton. He was bringing the, to show Orlando, and break the news he would need a cane. Dalton pulled in and grabbed a pill bottle as he walked up to the bedroom. "Hey brother. How are you feeling, I've got s few presented for you." He offered. First he gave Orlando the pain medication before he pulled out the canes. The first looked like This and the second like this. "You're gonna have to use these to walk when your knee is finally healing. No if ands or buts about it. You have to. I had these specially made for you, they're reinforced with steel because you're a big guy. I got the, so the didn't look bad." He offered and set the, against the wall. "Any bandages need to be changed? Do you want to try to go to the bathroom on your own? I'll move you." Orlando looked at his brother and took the pills, but when he saw the canes he frowned. "I'm not fucking walking with that. The fucking guys will laugh, I won't be their fucking leader anymore!" He yelled angrily, closing himself off from his own brother in anger,