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"I've always wanted to be a bounty hunter you know? I just never had the opportunity to horn my skills." Biggie said lightly, trying to distract a very troubled Iverson beside him as they both entered yet another empty room.

He had watched his friend's stress level rising up with every house and every room they searched. Now, he could practically feel the negative anxiety rolling off of him in waves and unwelcomely sipping into Biggie's own skin.

This was the last of the three houses listed under 'F. D. Campbell' and still there was no sign of Bella or Daniel.

The first house they went had a 'To let' sign at the front that made getting in really easy for them. They'd only waited a few minutes for an agent who gave them a thorough tour of the bungalow and talked their ears off about the advantages of it location, thinking they were interested in getting it.

The second house had signs of occupants from the outside and after a little deliberation they both decided breaking into someone's house in broad daylight wasn't a very smart idea.

Thank God for little wonders like Pokemon Go, it had never been any handier and Biggie made a mental note to send an empty gift basket to the company, he was sure they would find a use for it.

He and Iverson had quickly whipped out their phones after ringing the doorbell and both pretended to be engrossed with the game even though only Biggie had it installed. Iverson had probably clicked on Piano tiles or Garageband or one of those music relating shít he has on his mobile.

"No one has to get hurt, but our Magicarp and Pikachu are wilding in your living room. We'll just catch them and be fast out of your hair like we were never here." Biggie deadpanned to the young lady who opened the door.

But it turned out he couldn't have picked a better day to wear a tank top. The lady's wide eyes had accessed both him and Iverson before settling impressively on Biggie's muscled biceps.

Noticing this, Biggie had folded his hands on his chest to further flex his muscles, with a Cheshire cat smile on his face and the lady practically swooned while Iverson rolled his eyes to the back of his head. But hey, it got the job done and they even got offered to stay for tea! Unfortunately, Bella wasn't there either.

The last house was an uncompleted storey building in a secluded part of town, with free land behind it that would make for a great garden later. That was saying whoever live in it when it was complete likes gardening.

It solitary location gave him and Iverson hope.

"This have got to be it." Iverson had said and Biggie agreed. Being caution as to not alert any occupant, they'd parked Biggie's car at the last house they came across, which was roughly five minutes away and wisely legged it over.

Unfortunately and frustratingly enough, there was no sign of life here either. Maybe Daniel was more of a slime than they gave him credit for and took Bella some place that couldn't be associated to him or maybe they were just too late.

"I didn't even believe she was missing!" Iverson suddenly exploded instead of supporting Biggie's bounty hunting aspiration.

"I took her being in serious danger with a grain of salt and I fúcked around town instead. I'm such a fúcking idiot!" He added and angrily punched the wall across from him, Biggie watched as blood instantly pooled on the surface of his teared up knuckle.

Iverson didn't seem to notice though, he threw his back at the wall and slowly slid down to a squat with his hands fisted in his hair.

"Alright then, I'll just go take a final look around." Biggie announced, knowing there was no reasoning with Iverson right then. Biggie could tell him none of these was his fault and he had reasons to doubt the legitimacy of the whole situation but he knew Iverson wouldn't believe him.

He left Iverson in the room and walked back down the stairs to the first floor, calling Claire on his phone to know if they had better luck at their end.

"Nothing." She told him. "Not a single sign of Daniel, I told you we should just call the police."

"I don't get to go on rescue missions everyday, excuse me if I didn't want the police taking all the credit for once. If we had intercepted Daniel and we've been able to rescue Bella, I would have been a heroe and I bet that will look good on my résumé." Biggie said, entering a large room he guessed would be the living room and looking out the frameless window into the woods surrounding the house.

"What résumé?" Claire was saying. "You're not a secret agent Big, you're a technician and you have a weird hared brain."

"You love me." He countered and heard her sigh dramatically.

"I do, unfortunately."

Biggie grinned, "You say that again when we get home, I'll show you unfortunate things but I promise you'll love them." He shamelessly flirted with his girlfriend and laughed when he heard Jenna gagging in the background. He did a 180 sweep of the room with his eyes and surprisingly found a tiny entrance he hadn't noticed earlier on the far right corner of the room .

"I gotta go Cupcake, call you soon." He said distractedly as he walked over to inspect it and found a stairway leading downward to a kind of basement.

"Iverson! Come down here." He yelled, rushing down the steps. It led him to a little corridor with two rooms facing each other but only one had a brown wooden door and it was firmly locked.

"There's a door down here!" He yelled out to Iverson and raptly rained knocks on the door. "Hello! Bella, you in there?" He asked and listened for a reply but got none.

"Hello! Anyone in here?" He asked again. Iverson finally made it down the stairs and joined him at the door.

Biggie knocked again. "Bella if you're in there and a gun is held to your head, give us a hint, say Oh-oh." He said and listened again for a reply but was met with more silence. "Say yeah-yeah. Say Oh-oh or yeah-yeah." He sang.

Iverson shook his head. "You know you're insane right?"

"Yeah, and I also know there's no one in the room so let's get going." He replied and started walking away, only looking back once at the base of the stairs to see Iverson still glued to the door.

"Come on, let's just go and report what Cynthia told us to the police. They'd do a better job from there, maybe track Daniel's credit card or something." He said but Iverson wasn't moving, if anything, he'd pressed himself further into the door.

"What are you doing?" Biggie walked back to him.

"She's in here." Iverson said and started to weirdly feel the surface of the door.

"She's not, she would have replied." Biggie said.

Iverson rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because that's exactly what you do when a gun is held to your head. I swear she's in here or close." He repeated, moving back from the door and lunging forward to crash his weight into it.

Biggie watched him like he had gone out of his mind. "And how the hell would you know that?"

"I don't know, how do you know your heart is beating?"

"Because I can literally feel it beating in my chest?"

"Exactly, right now I can feel my heart beating somewhere behind this door." Iverson moved back again and crash into the door.

"And I'm the insane one." Biggie muttered but set himself so when Iverson lunged for the door again, they went together and this time their weight together splinted the door and sent them flying right through with broken shafts.

They both landed in a push up position and Biggie let out strings of curses at the pain in his bare arm where a sharp edged splint had drawn a thin bloody line. He pushed unto his knees to further inspect it but the sight before him stopped him short.

Bella, the messiet he'd ever seen her, sat before them all chained up like a rabid dog. Her ugly dishevelled hair was in every which direction but the purple and bluish bruises on her face and neck were hard to miss even from where he knelt.

One of her eyes was almost swollen shut but they were focused on Iverson to the best of their ability as his was on hers and his mouth hung open, eyes wide in a state of disbelief .

Biggie quickly looked around the room for any sign of Daniel or a gun pointed to his or Iverson's head like in movies.

"Iverson?" Bella rasped like she couldn't believe her eyes. That must have snapped Iverson out of his shock state as he suddenly jerked onto his feet in one swift motion and took a step towards her with clenched fists.

"Dan did this to you?" He asked through his teeth. Bella licked her dry lips and bobbed her head once.

Iverson let out a feral growl and for the second time that day, he faced the wall beside him and rained punches after punches on it, screaming like a caged wild animal. He was in rage and he was helpless. Not a position any man want to be in but Biggie wondered if he realized he was doing more damage to his hands than the wall.

Getting up from his position, he began to approach Bella to untie her while Iverson take out his frustration, anger and guilt on the poor wall.

"Don't touch her!" He snarled at Biggie before he got any closer.

"We can't all pick a one sided combat with a defenseless wall, someone have to unchain her."

"Yeah, me!" Iverson snapped at him with eyes the color of a raging sea, he looked scary and Biggie knew if he laid his hands on Daniel at that very moment, he would be going in for the kill.

Biggie threw his hands up in surrender and moved aside for Iverson to unchain her himself. The tinge in his arm drew his attention back to his cut, maybe it wasn't a good day to wear a tank top after all.

"My first battle wound, I shall wear you with pride for all eternity." He said to the cut that was unlikely to leave a scar. "With this I shall tell my children and their children's children how I played a major part helping Romeo to rescue Juliet from her evil twin brother, and Romeo is an ungrateful ásshole."

"Will you quit talking to yourself and help me with the other side." Iverson said after fighting with the chain in futility.

"I'm sorry can you maybe say that in Bulgarian, suddenly I've forgotten how to understand English."

"Biggie now is not the time, please help me." Iverson pleaded.

"Only because you said please, you shithead."

Bella's hands fell numbly to her side after being freed and Iverson rushed forward to pull her into his body. She buried her face in his chest and sobbed quietly while he rubbed her back and whispered sweet nothing in her ear.

Biggie moved aside and took the initiative to call the police and report the situation.

"We...we have to leave before...he gets back, he's got a gun." Bella spluttered and pulled back a little to look at Iverson but wobbled on her feet, almost crumbling to the floor and he had to quickly steady her.

Iverson instantly dropped down to examine the bandage around her swollen right leg but still supported most of her weight with his body. "What happened?" He gritted out.

"He..uhm, he got angry and shot the door but the bullet grazed my leg."

"You mean he shot you but narrowly missed?" Iverson asked, his brows furrowed in confusion, why was she using that patronizing tone?

"He's not a bad person, he's sick." She said defensively. He withdrew from her as if he was burnt and again she struggled to keep her weight on one foot.

Standing before her with his hands on his hips, Iverson glared at her when all he wanted was to hold her and never let go. "He is not a bad person? Do you know why did this?"

"Yes but that doesn't make him a bad person, you don't know what I know!" Bella snapped, although weakly for lack of strength.

Biggie went to stand beside Iverson and faced Bella. "Don't take this the wrong way but I personally think your brain needs air, you're obviously delirious." He told her then turned to Iverson. "She's right though, we both know that fúcker is sick and I don't think we should wait here to see how really sick he is. I've called the police, they..."

"What? No!" Bella interrupted him. "Call them back and cancel, I don't want the police involved."

Biggie pulsed his lips and gave Iverson a look that could easily be read as 'are you sure she's alright in the head?'

Without arguing, Iverson picked her up bridal style and Biggie led the way out.

"I'll go bring the car here." He said, hurrying up the stairs and out of the building.

Bella kept her eyes on Iverson as he walked carefully up the stairs, he felt his body heating up under her gaze and his heart beat got louder and faster, he was sure she could hear it.

Can she tell he was just with another woman-women? He hadn't even washed them off yet, he should have borrowed one of Biggie's shirt. He should have taken a shower. God, he was disgusting.

"Next time you're gonna leave me for someone, at least pick someone that isn't your psycho brother. Incest bothers me." He partially teased to ease the tension growing within him, unable to meet her eyes for fear of what she might see.

"Cynthia told me." He added when he felt her tensed. "If I had known before, I could have been less jealous of him."

Bella sighed and nuzzled her face into his chest, Iverson abruptly stopped walking and froze on the spot, he almost dropped her to the floor. He didn't want her to smell him.

"I'm gonna put you down, we will wait here for Biggie to bring the car. Think you can stand?" He asked as he gently deposited her on her feet and tried to step away from her but she'd circled her hands around his waist and kept herself plastered to his front. He stood as stiff as a stick in her embrace.

"Are you still mad at me?" She whispered into his chest. "I'm sorry, please forgive me. I love Daniel but never in a romantic way, I've always seen him like a brother even before I found out he is my brother. I didn't mean anything I said that day. I love you Iverson, I love you so much. Please believe me." She cried.

Anguish pain tore through Iverson's chest as he cupped her face and wiped her tears with his thumbs. "Listen to me Blue, there's something I need to tell you. I made a mistake I don't think you can forgive, I.."

"IVERSON!" He was cut off by a sudden roar of his name in the distance by a familiar angry voice. Both their heads whipped in the direction of a car speeding towards them, it was the Camry he'd spent the better part of that morning searching for.

The car's door flung open before it even skidded to a halt and Iverson was only able to see a glimpse of the gun pointed at them. On reflex he'd pulled Bella behind him just as he heard the gun shot and a pinch jarred his chest, sending a sharp pain straight to his brain.

Within a second he heard another fire and actually saw the bullet flying towards him in a fast smooth line from the gun in Daniel's hand, but he was already incapacitated by the first bullet, all he could do was stand there and take the second hit.

Iverson slowly fell on his knees, looking down on himself to see blood had already covered his chest where Blue's head was rested only seconds ago.

He was sure he heard screaming and siren wailing in the distance as the world spin around him and he fell on his face. He recognized Blue's voice above all the noises going on in his head and around him, he wanted to look at her and make sure she was okay but he couldn't move. A death chill was fast spreading through his body.

He could have sworn he heard two more gun shots, he prayed it was at him and not Blue. He wanted to call out to her but no sound left his mouth until he was suddenly flipped unto his back and Biggie loomed over him.

"Stay with me brother, you're fine." He said desperately, pressing his hands on Iverson's chest.

The only thing Iverson understood was the panic on his best friend face as he fought to keep him awake, even taking off his tank top and pressing it to Iverson's chest with pressure to reduce the gushing blood.

The ringing and screaming around and within him didn't stop but the only thing he could focus on was Biggie and he struggled to get the words running around in his mind out.

"Blue...is, o...kay?" He asked, Biggie briefly glanced ahead and nodded.

"She's fine, just focus on breathing and staying with me."

Iverson sighed, he wasn't sure he could do that. The ringing in his head was unbearable and the darkness crowding his vision was almost impenetrable.

Biggie slapped him hard as his eyes began to drift shut. "Stay with me, you fúcking idiot. Don't you dare die on me." He yelled in Iverson's face.

Iverson managed to shake his head from side to side and took another short, painful breath. "You'll...make a lousy....bounty hunter." He said with a little smile on his face. "But...you're a damn....good friend. Thank you, brother." He finished and gave up the fight of staying awake, the last thought on his mind before everything shut down was if Blue was okay, why wasn't she with him.