A/N: Yes, yes.. ya'll! I finally updated this one. LOL. Blame it on the writer's block. I'm gonna go through this and re-write some of it, to make it a little better. Plus, I noticed the age factor of "Brian" and "Alex" and I'm saying that... Age ain't nothin' but a number. Am I right? Shoot, if I was 18 or 19, I wouldn't mind being with Paul Walker or even Tyrese... just saying. LOL. I hoping to update most of my stories, but we'll see, and I hope you all enjoy this and don't forget to R&R!

...Thirty Two...
...What Are You Doing Here?...

Two and a half months passed by and I haven't heard from Benny about my father since he came over that one day to tell me. Everything at the house has calmed down a little bit, just living, and working on cars. You know, the usual.

I was leaving my doctor's office, walking to my car. I got the news I was hoping for, when I saw a very familiar face, leaning up against my drivers side door. My smile turned into a frown very quickly as I reached for my cell phone.

"I come in peace."

"Johnny." I started, with anger in my voice. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"It's good to see you too, Princess."

"I'm not your princess, nor will I ever be."

"Look, I just wanted to let you know that I was out of prison and that I'd like to spend some time with you. I know.. I have a lot of time to make up for."

"I'm not interested." I shook my head. "And I don't want anything to do with you. Ever."

"Alex, I messed up, okay? I get that, but please give me a chance... I'm your father."

"No." I slightly shook my head again. "I lost my father the day Daisy died, the day my father cared more about his forty dollar fix than his own flesh and blood." I felt the tears falling down my cheeks. "You're dead to me, so you need to go crawl under your rock, and go back where ever you came from, because I. Don't. Need. You."

As I went to open the door to get in, he grabbed my arm "Alex... wait."

I ripped it out of his grasp and glared at him, seconds later, a black van with tinted windows pulled up in front of us, and five guys with ski masks on jumped out. Johnny got in front of me, holding me back. "Well, well, well... Johnny Simmons is finally out of prison." one of them said. "You know what we have to do, don't you?"

"No!" he yelled. "Take me, Alex has nothing to do with this."

"Actually she does." he snapped his fingers. "Grab her and leave Johnny-boy here... a welcome home present."

The four guys tried grabbing me and I was fighting back. "She's fiesty." I heard, then got punched in the face. As they were dragging me to the van, I opened one of my eyes, and saw two guys beating up on Johnny, before I blacked out.

Author POV:

Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

"Somebody get that!" Dominic yelled, but the doorbell kept on ringing. "Shit!" he groaned getting up from the couch and as soon as he opened the door, he frowned. "What are you doing here, Johnny? She's not even here and you're not coming near her."

"They've got her."

"Who?"

"Five guys pulled up to us in a black van, grabbed her, beat me up, and took off."

"You better be joking."

Johnny shook his head and reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. "She dropped this."

Dominic snatched it out of Johnny's hands and looked at it. "This is an ultrasound picture, she's pregnant?"

"Dominic, I know you have no reason to trust me, but because of me, my daughter is in danger." Johnny shook his head. "I can't lose her too."

He groaned and opened the door a little more. "Come in and you tell me everything you know as to why they took her."

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Johnny asked shutting the door behind him.

"Everything." then both of them walked to the kitchen and sat down at the table. "And you better not leave anything out."

As Johnny was in the middle of explaining, Rome and Brian walked into the house. "Hey." Rome started. "Who's car is..." he stopped in his tracks when he saw someone he never thought he'd see again. "What the fuck is he doing here?"

"Who?" Brian asked, then saw who Rome was talking about. "Why are you here, Johnny? She doesn't anything to do with you."

"Yeah." he nodded. "She told me."

"What?" Rome said, as he was about to lunge at Johnny, but Dominic stopped him.

"Relax, Rome."

"Dom... are you fucking kidding me!"

"Both of you relax." Dominic said, keeping a little distance in between them and Johnny. "Something happened today."

"What?" both Rome and Brian asked at the same time.

"Alex was taken."

Rome's eyes darted at Johnny. "She was what!"

"Five guys came up in a van and snatched her. They beat up Johnny and took off with her."

"Where'd they take her!" Rome yelled, with fire in his eyes.

"I don't know." Johnny shook his head. "But I was in the process of telling Dominic, everything I know, maybe figure out who's doing this, and come up with a plan."

"That's not all, guys." Dominic sighed, looking at the ultrasound scan again, and waved it in front of their faces. "Alex, is pregnant."

Brian's eyes widened as he fell into the chair with his head in his hands. "This can't be happening." he whispered, then he looked up at Rome who was death glaring him. "What?"

He stared at him for a few seconds, before he spoke. "You better believe I'll be dealing with you later, knocking her up... what the fuck is wrong with you? You know she lost Morgan."

"It was all her idea. She wanted another baby, so we.."

"Don't." Rome put up his hand to stop him. "Just don't. I really don't want to know..." Rome counted to ten in his head, then looked back at Brian. "After we get Alex back and get those pieces of shit... you, her, and I, are gonna have a little chat."

"Fine, whatever." he shrugged. "I don't care, I just want her back."

"We all do." Dominic added. "So, we need to come up with something and focus getting her back unharmed." he sighed. "Where's Letty?"

"In the garage with Vince and Leon." Brian mumbled.

"Okay." Dominic nodded. "They need to know, so does Sean, Tej, Suki, Twinkie, Mia, and Han."

Brian snapped his head up. "What? Why?"

"We need all the support and help we can get... I mean, there's strength in numbers."

"Whatever." Brian waved his hand. "I don't care what you do or who you get to help us." he stood up. "I just want my girlfriend and my unborn child home and safe where they belong." then Brian walked into his room and slammed the door.