Meanwhile, Deetra was laughing at one of James' stories about his missions and travels. She grabbed her glass, bringing it to her lips before letting a groan. James looked at her confused but soon realized that she had finished her drink. He took his wallet out of the inside pocket of his dark jacket and looked at the barman.

"I got you. Another glass of red wine?"

"You don't have to pay James!"

"Oh, just this one! You let me sleep in the mansion cause I got almost drunk at the party."

She rolled her eyes before holding the new glass of wine that was now in front of her.

"I thought this kind of place isn't for rich brats like you."

He chuckled, sipping from his beer before looking around.

"Look at that poor man; he looks so miserable."

He chuckled again, almost laughing as Deetra turned her head starring at the man.

"That man is... Mason."

"Wait, really?"

"He is with another man- Haven't seen that guy before. I'll talk to them."

James choked on his drink before mumbling angrily. She leaned on her arm, smiling softly, not giving any attention to James' actions.

"I think that's a bad idea."

Deetra lifted a bit of her dress under the table as James' eyes widened.

"What are you doing?"

"Look."

James wasn't surprised by Deetra's black garters that were tied around her thighs. He gulped, terrified by the sight of the shiny blade that's lying peacefully against her skin. She lay back fixing her dress as James' eyes were back on Mason's silhouette.

"Damn..."

"I can protect myself, James. If anything happens, though, you are free to join."
He sighed, hiding his gun better before looking away. Deetra called the barman and whispered to his ear before handing him twenty pounds. James raised his eyebrow, confused but relaxed back, trusting her.

The barman filled a glass with expensive Rosé wine and left it in front of Mason. He looked at it and then said something to the barman. He smiled, talking back and pointing at Deetra. Mason got anxious when he faced Deetra, waving at him seductively from the corner of the room.

"That's his sister, boss. Name's Deetra."

"Talk to your friends, Mason. Don't let some Côtes du Rhône go into waste."

Mason blinked at Felix as he smiled softly. He brought his whiskey close to his lips before looking at Deetra.

"I didn't know you can distinguish different wines."

"There are a lot of things that you don't know about me, Mason."

Felix raised his glass with a grin to get Deetra's attention as she smirked back, raising hers. He fixed his suit jacket walking towards her just before she stood up. James stared at the strange man with an angry glare.

"You are Miss Deetra, right?"

"The one and only."

Felix held Deetra's left hand with both his palms and brought it to his lips. He kissed the top of it, still looking at her deep in the eyes with a happy expression.

"Lester talks about you all the time. My name is Eddy; I am his brother."

"Such a pleasure to meet you, Eddy."

"Could we join you two for a drink?"

Deetra glared at James as he nodded softly, adjusting the gun under his jacket. Felix's eyes could see it, though. He tried to ignore it and turned to Mason.

"Come here, brother, don't be shy."

Mason sighed, moving slowly towards them, giving Deetra a small smile.

"My dear Deetra, what a pleasure to see you here. Thank you for the drink; you shouldn't."

"Oh, no worries, sit with us."

Felix sat beside James as Deetra pulled Mason to her side with a giggle.

"This is James, an old friend of mine. James, this is Lester and his brother, Eddy. I think you remember Lester from the party."

"Oh, I do. A pleasure to meet you."

James' voice was more profound than usual, and his anger was visible to both of them.

"You don't look like brothers."

Deetra chuckled, looking at Felix and then at Mason. Mason's eyes fell on Felix's white-blonde curls the moment he heard him laugh.

"They tell us a lot we don't look alike. What can I say? I agree with you!"

The bar was empty except for the four of them. The barman was in the backroom washing a few glasses, tiredly ignoring them. The atmosphere was quiet, the lights low, along with the music.

Mason checked his phone; it was three am. He wanted to go home, have some more alcohol alone, and go to bed. He couldn't, though. He had to do something with Deetra.

He jumped when he felt a female hand on his thigh. His eyes went on Deetra's hand in seconds as he gulped, turning red. The blushing wasn't visible because of the poor lighting, which was his only advance.

"How's Anne, Lester?"

"A-Anne?"

"Your girlfriend, silly!"

Felix answered with an awkward laugh as Mason laughed along, scratching the back of his neck, embarrassed. He could feel her hand moving up, tracing slowly every part of his skin. He covered his nose and mouth with his hands, still sweaty and red.

"We broke up... I thought I had told you, Eddy."

"What a shame, my guards had told me you seemed like such a happy couple."

Deetra sighed with her fingers all over his pants' zipper. Felix could sense what she was doing by James' expressions and gulps.

"Did she cheat on you?"

That question felt personal to Mason as he imagined a naked Abigail and Damon taking over her. He hit his fist on the wooden table before growling. Deetra leaned on her palm with a satisfied smile knowing the thoughts she caused.

"Maybe, I don't know."

"Oh! Are you single, Eddy?"

"Married and happy."

"Then cheers to us, the single ones!"

Deetra smirked, clinking her glass with Mason's and then with Felix's. He let a soft groan feeling this time her slim fingers over his waist. He held his glass, clinging back with hers before downing all the wine. James let a giggle leave his lips as he was seeing the results of his friend's actions.

"Dance with me, Lester! I love this song!"

"I don't know - "

"Oh, come on!"

Deetra drugged Mason to the middle of the bar, where there were no tables so people could dance. Mason left a soft groan when he felt Deetra's hand around his black tie. Felix wasn't talking; he leaned back, holding his whiskey with a grin and enjoying the sight. On the other side, James wasn't enjoying seeing her dancing with Mason and rubbing her body against his.

"What a lovely sight, James. Don't you agree?"

"Whatever."

Felix looked at James, sipping from his glass. The anger and jealously were more than visible this time; his eyes were screaming murder. He laughed, letting the glass on the table with a smirk, leaning back.

"Calm down, big boy. He's not gonna steal your little girlfriend."

"And who are you to trust?"

"I am his brother."

"Or you say so."

Felix's smirk disappeared from his lips after James' words. James gulped, realizing what he had just said. Felix finished his drink and stood up.

"It's time to go, Lester."

He turned around, facing Mason, who had stopped dancing, Deetra all over him.

"You're not going anywhere."

Felix heard a click and then a cold gun against the back of his head. He let a sigh turning around again to look at James' serious face. There was sweat dripping down his chin as he undid one of his white shirt's buttons.

"That's a Beretta M9, James. Good choice."

"You know a lot about guns, hu?"

James wiped the sweat again off his cheek with his free hand as Felix chuckled. With a quick movement, he grabbed James' arm, twisting it harshly. The gun slipped away, going under the table as Felix punched him in the nose with force. James couldn't respond as Felix grabbed Mason's arm rushing outside and disappearing in the fog that's covering London at four am.

"James!"

Deetra ran towards him as he was holding his nose that was bleeding uncontrollably. After getting his gun from under the table, he sat down, the blood slowly devouring his upper lip.

"You god damn idiot... Are you okay?"

"I am fine."

He mumbled as she was pressing some napkins against his nose. She sighed, looking at the door.

"You are lucky he didn't have a gun or something. You could just let him go."

"I fucking made a mistake, okay? They understood that we know that they aren't Lester and his brother."

"Oh, James... If I haven't got this, I would have killed you."

She left something on the table, and he grabbed it to see what it was. It was Mason's passport. His eyes widened as he read the name.

"Mason Cox. Indeed the guy from high school."

"It doesn't matter if they know. Maybe if we can't find who's Abigail, this passport can help us learn who Mason truly is."

James groaned, finishing his drink before hiding his gun again. The pain was slowly going away, but he could still barely feel his nose. Felix didn't seem that strong in front of his eyes; he was wrong, though. He almost broke his nose and arm together.

"The bleeding has stopped. Can you check the passport?"

"I need my laptop. It's in my apartment."

"Let's go already. Oh, wait, what about your trip?"

"I'll cancel it. Your safety is more important."

"Mine?"

"And Damon's, of course."

Deetra chuckled, putting away the napkins, her eyes stabbed on James.

"Thank you for helping me save my brother, James."

"Everything for you."

He smiled, grabbing his jacket as they walked out. Deetra looked around; Felix and Mason were long gone. It was half-past four. London seemed extra cold; Deetra started shivering; she brought her hands on her arms to warm herself a bit. Some seconds later, she felt leather against her shoulder.

"Thank you, James."

"Let's go."

James replied back with a cold tone, walking fast towards his car.

"What's with you all of a sudden?"

Deetra yelled. No one was listening to her, anyway. She started walking fast, trying to catch on to him.

"I told you I'm fine...!"

James laughed, his tone not changing.

"Just mad that I made such a stupid mistake. I put us both into trouble for no reason."
He raised his arms in anger before sighing and looking away.

"I messed up. You could have died."

He hid his hands in the pockets of his jeans as Deetra cupped his cheeks with her freezing palms making him look at her.

"I told you it's fine. We can fix everything."

"I cherish you, Deetra. You know it."

She giggled, grabbing the jeep's keys and getting in. He puffed, getting in the driver's seat and driving straight to his apartment. The drive was too quiet; James would look at her from time to time but wouldn't say anything

"Are you hungry?"

"A bit."

"Have any preferences?"

"Caviar and Dom Pérignon champagne."

James looked at her awkwardly before she was lost in laughter.

"I am just kidding! A double cheeseburger and some Sprite would be amazing right now."

"McDonald's?"

"Sure."

James drove to McDonald's drive-through, getting the food, and then back home. Deetra was holding the bag with the food with such excitement like a little kid. James parked the car and led her to his apartment. The truth is that she never visited James as he was always going to the mansion. She jumped when she felt something fluffy touching her knee.

"Wait, you have a dog!?"

A large dark German Shepherd was licking her leg, trying to get her attention.

"Oh yes, I thought I had mentioned it."

James laughed, petting the dog as it started barking, more than happy to see its owner back home.

"So fluffy, who's a good boy!?"

Deetra giggled, sitting on the chesterfield sofa and petting it. The dog barked, rubbing its face against her hand. James brought his laptop into the living room and left it on the small table before turning it on.

"Come here, Ares."

James had just filled his bowl with dog food before Ares started rushing towards him. He laughed, petting the dog a bit more before taking a seat beside Deetra.

"Let's see." he opened a program, Deetra watching him, focused.

"Mason Cox...The program actually found someone this time."

"You're kidding me?"

She pushed James slightly, trying to see the laptop's screen. A photo of Mason, along with various information about him, had taken it over. Deetra mumbled, studying every word carefully when her eyes fell on his job.

"Secret organization? What kind of bullshit is this?"

"He's a spy or a hitman. Something like that, for sure."

"How do you know?"

"That's what men that work for "secret organizations" usually are. Strangely, he's been submitted into the program, but Abigail hasn't."

"Someone caught him. Maybe Abigail is not working for the same person, maybe not working for someone dangerous at all. Maybe she was a misguidance, just some extra help for Mason."

She raised her eyebrows, almost defeated, while pushing a fry in her mouth.

"Hey, those are my fries!"

"Oh, shut up. What about the other man that was with him?"

"No idea. We don't have a name, a picture, or anything about him."

"I have to warn Damon. I don't care what she is; she's still dangerous in front of my eyes."

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

"Not right now; let's enjoy our meal."

She pushed another fry in the mouth, but this time in his. He smiled, scoffing and looking away.

"Give me a second to cancel my trip, hotel, and inform my client."

"Oh, fine. I can wait a bit."

He grabbed his phone, going to his bedroom, which was soundproof. Only the dialling was heard before he closed the door behind.

Deetra lay back, eating and watching the dog that was asleep. She almost drifted to sleep when her eyes caught a folder on James' monitor. The folder was named "School", and curiosity captured her.

"A peek can't be that bad..."

She mumbled under her breath as she clicked on it. The folder was almost empty except for a photo with the name "Class". Deetra stared at it, scared of what she should expect. She clicked on it, opening it. The picture took over the screen; all her classmates from high school were there, and a word above everyone's head was written.

"Human organ trafficker, art theft, security hacker, forger...."

Her eyes widened when she faced her brother and herself.

"Drug barons..."

"What are you doing there?"

Deetra almost fell from the couch as she yelled. James was starring at her from the corner of the living room, god knows how much time. He sat beside her again, closing the photo.

"Is it true?"

"What?"

"Their... jobs."

James exhaled, bringing his hand on his face and rubbing his eyes, tired.

"Your class wasn't the best, Deetra. Remember Carl? He made the program I used to find Mason."

Deetra was more than surprised as the face of her old classmate came into her mind. Carl was really good at computers but really shy. He barely talked or made any sounds and was always hidden in a phone or laptop. His hobby and passion for technology turned into something illegal that was bringing him so much money.

"Are these... your friends? The people that had no information for Abigail?"
"Yes. I could never locate Abigail or Mason. It would be funny if they do some stupid illegal shit, too."

He laughed, grabbing his burger and opening it before biting into it.

"Why didn't you tell us? Or at least me?"

"Well, I don't know. Wanted to find Abigail and Mason, I guess. And here they are in front of me right now."

He chuckled darkly, sipping some lemon-lime soda. Deetra turned the laptop off, still in shock at what she had seen. All her friends, classmates turned out to be dark and twisted. Just like his brother and her. The difference was that they knew their future.

"Can I sleep here for a few hours? Damon isn't going to wake up before ten am, anyway."

"Oh, of course. Need some pyjamas? My sister forgot a pair the last time she visited me."

"Oh, how's Fiona?"

"Just fine, trying to live a normal life and ignore the fact that her brother is killing people for a living."

He laughed, finishing his burger. Deetra moved closer, patting his shoulder as he sighed.

"I'm sure she's scared but also low-key proud of you, James."

"I hope so."

He went back into his bedroom, bringing the pair of pyjamas.

"Blue. I like her style."

She rolled her eyes, going into the bathroom.

"Will you sleep?"

"Go change, and I'll join you in a moment."

"Got it."

James lay on the sofa, staring at the white ceiling. He got lost in thoughts almost immediately, pushing his arms lazily behind his head. "Maybe I should tell her I like her," he thought with a chuckle before closing his eyes. "But what if she doesn't and I mess up our friendship? Plus, it's Damon... He's my best friend; I can't lose him," he started getting sweaty; those thoughts weren't helping him at all.

"Hey, don't sleep on the couch! You have a huge bed; I bet we could share it."

He opened his eyes, hearing a female voice. Deetra was standing above him, smiling softly, wearing his sister's pyjamas.

"Do you feel comfortable sharing it with me?"

"Oh, James, don't be an idiot. Of course, I know you for so many years. Come on now."

She held her arm, helping him stand up. James scoffed, feeling more tired and weak.

"We have time to rest. Even us, the "bad guys" sometimes need some sleep."

A/n: Remember to comment, like and add the book to your libary if you liked it :)