West Hollywood - Chateau d'Or Hotel.

Mason Ramos and Aiden Walker.

"T-They've escaped, boss."

Mason looked at the fearful man standing in front of him in silence for a while, enjoying how he visibly trembled in fear for something life-threatening would happen to him. To induce crippling fear in people's hearts was so thrilling and amusing to him. It made him feel powerful and dominant, skyrocketing his ego and pride.

He smirked after tormenting the poor soul with his eerie silence, pushing up from the chair and walking towards the panting bearded man on the floor. Luke was trying to hide the immense pain he was experiencing, matching his glare when he crouched in front of him.

Mason cocked his head to the side, assessing the wound of the man he considered his favorite for years now. Watching the thick red liquid oozing down and smearing his shirt. He hummed in disappointment when he figured that it wasn't life-threatening and that Luke would survive.

Huffing, Mason stood up, earning a frown from Luke, who looked confused yet more scared of what would happen. He threw a handkerchief he had in his vest pocket at him to wipe the blood off of his face.

He sighed, looking at the hallway of rooms, as he carefully checked every one of them. Reaching the second room from the left, his hands tingled, and his senses sharpened when he caught a whiff of a familiar scent. It was weird how the past years didn't affect his cognitive sense. Just from catching this intimate scent, his whole body brightened, and a warmth calmed his heart.

He walked inside, and his feet carried him to one of the beds in the small room. His eyes caught a small backpack on the floor, and he couldn't help but smile. He didn't know how, but he was sure that it belonged to Aiden; maybe because he bathed in his scent for almost two years, that his mind was stimulated to recognize it.

He lifted the bag, and sure enough, it smelled like Aiden. . . His Aiden. He brought it to his nose and took a deep breath, not caring that he wasn't alone in the room. A guard stood by the door, trying his best not to look at him.

Mason regained his senses and asked the guard to take the backpack to his car while he walked back to where he left Luke. The latter was still grunting in pain, sweating profusely, gritting his teeth to keep his voice down.

Footsteps were heard, coming their way. Mason looked away from that deep frown of confusion covering the bearded guy's face and met the second pair of brown eyes he admired. Carter was looking back at him with those calculating eyes, trying to ignore Luke, who was lying on the floor by his feet.

"H-He escaped?" He wondered, Rick right beside him, not hiding the concern for Luke. He and Carter were always together, attached by the hip. They were like those annoying couples who live in a suburban house of a perfect neighborhood. It did irritate Mason to see them so connected this way. It made some weird sensation fill his heart and mind, making him long for something like that.

Something he could've had a long time ago.

He ignored the dumb question, seeing that it was evident he didn't get what he was looking for. He looked back at his men who were waiting for his orders, and with a jerk of his chin, they walked to the unconscious gang leader, Mark, and carried him out of the room.

"What are you planning to do with him, boss?"

Rick nervously asked, earning a slight fearful glare from Carter. They never gained the courage to ask him about his decisions. Ever since he became the successor of the Ramos, his friends feared him and never seemed to be themselves around him anymore. Everyone was scared of him, seemingly incapable of speaking their mind. All were frightened except for him. Aiden was the only one Mason trusted with his life. That man never failed to speak his mind nor hide the fire in those stunning eyes.

Even after he tried hard to make him hate him, Aiden still looked at him fondly with those hopeful eyes. The old Mafia boss, his father, told him that Aiden would eventually change him, and he wanted nothing but to prove him wrong. . .

"Mark will be our guest for a while." He muttered firmly, catching Carter's questioning gaze at Luke. " As for this one, get him treated first."

Luke cut in, coughing a mouthful of blood, finding it hard to form any words.

"K-Kill me now if you want. . . but don't let Sam die."

Mason snorted, watching how Carter and Rick got more and more confused.

"Pathetic." He spat the word, making his way towards Mark's office, but Luke's words stopped him.

"You're doing the same thing for the man you love, Boss."

"Huh?!"

Mason looked back with a dangerous glare that didn't seem to work on the panting man. He had a bloody grin, breathing heavily with lulled, dazed eyes.

"Y-You can deny your feelings for Aiden, but we both know how much you love him, Mason. . . You're putting so much effort into finding a man that you claim you hate. . .hurting everyone that stood in your way."

Luke coughed again, making him cringe in disgust, gesturing to Carter and Rick to help the delusional guy.

"I'm doing the same thing, boss. The man that's probably dying out there is someone I care for."

He snorted mockingly, trying to ignore how much his words hit home. He made his way back to his car, stopping when one of his men handed him a notebook. Under his impatient and inquisitive glare, the man stammered.

"I-I found this on the guy I caught earlier. . .It has something you should read."

Mason simply nodded, getting inside his car that started moving under his order. He flipped the pages of the book, reading through the notes that were detailed and familiar. Mason couldn't help it but grow more aggravated by the whole situation. He wanted to catch Aiden to punish him; at least that was what he believed. He considered him as the one that got away in a whole different meaning.

Mason still trusted him, which was troubling. Aiden learned so much about him, watching him with those dazzling eyes that always had him submit like a trained dog. He hated them. . .He hated how much he adored them. They always glinted with a raging fire that warmed his icily cold heart. He hated them, yet somehow, he cherished them.

Aiden was the key to his heart, and it wasn't because he loved him. Mason believed that he could never fall in love, so it wasn't the reason why he was hunting him. He just wanted him. Aiden was his, and Mason would never share what was his with anyone.

Him running away like that had attracted attention from the wrong kind of people. They considered Aiden as his weakness, which was somewhat true. He could deny it as much he wanted, but it was the truth. Aiden was his only weakness for knowing how to calm him. If someone tried to use him as leverage, Mason wasn't quite sure how he would react.

Going back to the book and going through the notes, feeling the corner of his lips curve up slightly at what was uncovered.

So he did love me, he thought to himself, catching his driver watching him warily through the rear-view mirror, making him scowl.

"Eyes on the road, Desmond!" He barked through clenched teeth.

"Sorry, boss." The man mumbled hastily, eyes fixated on the road.

The smile made it back to his face, knowing what Aiden would be thinking about right now. His suicidal friend had a deadly venom running through his system. Without the cure, he got about three days, maximum. Aiden would be forced to come and look for him to get the antidote. Besides, from what he read in the notebook, his strong-willed husband was planning to save some girl he met at Luke's club.

What's so special about her, anyway? Did Aiden take a liking to her? Why the fuck my chest tightened at that?

Mason rubbed his chest with a bewildered glare. His mind ran wild at the possibilities, and he rejected every one of them.

He pulled out his phone, calling Adam's number to check back on his work. The other picked up, sounding nervous on the other end.

"You found him?"

Mason hummed with a twisted smirk, thinking of how much he was having fun playing this hide and seek game. Thinking about the taste of victory once he'd have his hands on Aiden. His husband was just prolonging the inevitable and feeding his lust for him. . .His craving for the pain he'd show him.

The things he'd do to him. . .

"A-Are you bringing him here? I-Is he alright?"

"I didn't see him, but I guess he's fine. . .He managed to escape, though, but I'll get him soon enough."

He heard Adam sigh relieved, and it just made him chuckle darkly.

"You shouldn't be happy that he escaped, Adam. Getting him back means that Silas will be free once again."

Adam mumbled a half-ass apology, not hiding the displeasure and hatred in his voice.

"Anyway, is there any news about Sasha?"

"Umm," Adam started, and he could hear him typing on a keyboard. "He's in New York at the moment. There are rumors of him attending the auction happening tomorrow night."

"Then, schedule a meeting for us at the same hotel." He paused, listening to Adam's rhythmic breathing on the phone. "And Adam?"

"Yes, boss."

"I need Jason's help with this, so ask him to be here by tomorrow morning."

"Alright, but why don't you let Luke handle this? Sasha trusts him, and he's clean and quiet when he's doing his job, unlike Jason."

Jason was a lunatic that he came across one day. The wound on Mason's shoulder was caused by him, for which, in some twisted way, Mason gained his respect. The man was the right hand of the Russian Mafia's boss, Sasha, who trusted him with everything. Maybe there were some personal feelings involved as well for that trust. Jason stopped working for Sasha after the incident in which the crazy man failed to assassinate him, and his former boss got separated from the said man. Losing an old bet, they agreed on when Mason first started running the mob.

Mason was well aware that both men hated him, like everyone else. He still didn't care, offering a job to Jason to keep an eye on him and maintain that end of the bet he had with Sasha.

To rule the underground wasn't an easy task. Even his father advised him against it, but Mason needed something to occupy his mind. He made a lot of enemies these past years. Making every gang and mob leader bow to him as he slipped the rug from under Sasha's feet, grinning like a delirious man when he won the mob war.

The bet was about each other's weaknesses. Mason admitted, with a definitive tone, that he didn't have one, and nor did Alexander or Sasha as he preferred to be addressed. For a mob leader, you have to be cruel, cold, and apathetic, which was how Mason was often described. His enemy was known for that as well, and both knowing a fight between them would lead to nothing but more destruction, they settled on the silly bet back then.

Of course, Mason quickly figured out his enemy's weakness just by how his eyes twitched when his trusty blade made contact with Jason's hard skin. The latter tried to kill him to save his former boss the trouble of competing against someone like Mason.

Oh, how he laughed heartily that day, asking Sasha to fulfill his end of the agreement and give up his position and the person he was holding dear. Of course, he denied his feelings and tried to play it as if he didn't care about his right-hand man.

The mob war started when the news of Jason's death spread, breaking any sort of peace agreement they had then. The look on Sasha's leafy green eyes said it all. How broken and hurt he looked, which rendered him inattentive, weak, and finally inadequate to lead the underground.

"Should I inform Anthony that you'll be attending the auction as well?"

Adam asked when he didn't get any response from him, and Mason grimaced at the thought of attending that disgusting event. These auctions were the only thing he hated about his job, which was why he left Luke in charge. Mason didn't mind trafficking anything, but humans. Mason might be a cold and heartless man, but ironically enough, he didn't condone with slaving humans and stripping them off of their freedom. But this came with the job, and he had to do it, or else someone else will challenge him for a position he shed blood to get.

"I will be staying at the hotel, but I'm not attending the stupid auction. . .Also, ask Daniel to prepare an antidote for Jason to bring with him here, I might need it."

Ending the call, Mason leaned back on the comfortable leather car seat and sighed. He picked up the backpack he found earlier, burying his face in it and taking in that enticing scent.

"I only have to sit and wait for you to come, Bello."

His lips curved upward in a wide grin, imagining how their meeting would be.

Aiden paced back and forth, watching Luis and Dime trying to figure out what was wrong with Sam. His mind ran wild, thinking how close he was to getting caught. Mason was there, in the same building, so close to him! The more he thought about it, the more his heart thudded in a peculiar pace.

Sam looked weak and dazed from a sudden fever, which could be from the bullet wound. Luis did his best to clean up the wound and disinfect it. But, eventually, they all figured that the fever was caused by the weird-looking bullet.

It looked like a bullet out from a Sci-Fi movie. It had something gooey on its shell, inducing fear in all of them. It didn't take a genius to understand that it was some kind of a venomous bullet; the only thing to think about now was how much time Sam had left before he perished.

"I heard about this shit."

Luis spoke after Sam's moans settled down into breathy snores.

"The boss has been financing some weird experiments done by some bat-shit crazy scientist. . . There is an antidote, but it'd be risky to get a hand on it."

Aiden stopped pacing, looking at the man with anger-filled eyes, feeling more determined.

"We don't have a choice. I can't let Sam die!"

Luis and Dime exchanged a strange look before glancing back at him. Thomas was still in his own world, shaken by what had happened twelve hours ago.

"The boss must have the antidote on him, but to get to him is impossible. If we don't get killed by his men, we'll definitely taste lead by him."

"Yes," Dime added. "Which is why we ain't going to get it from him. . .The scientist will be the one to help us."

"And why would he do that?"

Aiden took a seat next to his friend, who had a faraway look, gazing at Sam. He softly placed his arm around him, frowning when the other flinched a little.

"The scientist was believed to be working for that maniac of a boss against his will. He needed to pay off his sister's debt and get her out of the slavery ring."

Dime logged into his laptop and pulled up a file. It had pictures of the Ramos's family and the mob. Aiden's breath shuddered just by looking at Mason's picture, in which the latter looked aloof and cold, as usual.

Dime clicked on a file, pulling up the information about the said mad scientist. He looked harmless, wearing a gentle expression. Kind blue eyes, ashy blond hair, and innocent-looking features. A tired smile with a weary look; his picture was similar to the ones Aiden used to take on school's picture day. The man seemed in his early twenties for him to be a scientist, and seriously nonthreatening.

I guess you can't judge a book by its cover.

Aiden found the face so familiar too. He felt as if he met the guy before, or so he thought. His eyes widened, glancing at Thomas, who frowned in question. He remembered the promise he made that night, recalling that girl's features, and how terrified and hopeless she looked.

"It's the girl!" He exclaimed, and he elaborated when they all looked confused. "He looks like the girl who approached me at the club."

"This is his sister." Dime scrolled down, showing a picture of the girl, in which she looked healthy, young, and more importantly, happy.

Thomas held his arm. "Are you sure this is her?"

"Yeah, are you sure? If she's the one, then I know where she'll be today. We need her to get the antidote. Stephen, the scientist, will be helpful when we tell him that his sister is safe."

Aiden confirmed, nodding in determination, feeling sorry for the girl.

"How can we get to her?" Thomas shook his head and frowned. "How can we get to him as well? Don't we need to check first how this poison works and how much time we're working with?"

What he said made sense. Aiden, in his excitement, forgot who he was up against. Even, by some miracle, they managed to find the girl, they'd have a slim chance in making it out alive.

He looked back at the rest who seemed to have everything figured out. Luis looked him in the eyes as he explained his plan.

"Your friend will help us."

"You mean Adam?!"

Luis nodded, and Aiden added."Leave Adam out of this. I've already caused him a lot of trouble."

"Which is why he'll help us." Luis didn't deny it, moving to sit next to him, locking his fearless and determined eyes with his hesitant pair. "Listen, saving Sam is our priority right now. Getting our hands on that weapon is also an advantage. We can get him imprisoned, Aiden. We can finally get him sent to some high-security prison for making a dangerous weapon like this one. You'll get to be free, and so will the others. You'll get to see your parents again and have your life back."

"Aiden, this is our time to fight back. . . And I have thought of a good, flawless plan."

Some flawless plan it was.

Luis was wrong. Everything that they thought wouldn't happen did happen, and now Aiden was held in a cellar with the girls he came back to help.

How did this happen?

Aiden followed the plan in hand. He wore the hotel staff's uniform, getting easy access to the hotel. Security was tight as they all expected, but only around the theater room where the auction would be held.

With the help of Dime, who stole a key-card, in a blink of an eye, from the head of staff, they gain access to the basement where they figured the girl would be. To their luck, note the sarcasm, they stumbled upon the men hired for security, guarding the place. Dime and Luis were quick in action and knocked them out swiftly, not before one of them has fired his gun. He didn't shoot anyone, fortunately, but he almost alarmed others.

They searched the rooms, looking for the girl, avoiding a security room, where two lazy men seemed not to care about what was happening around them. They didn't seem to hear the gunshot and were immersed in some TV-show playing on a small TV.

Aiden finally found the room. His empathetic heart guided him to the last room, by the service elevators. He let Dime take care of opening the door, watching out of any unexpected surprises.

Everything went smoothly. Aiden found the girl they're looking for amongst hopeless and scared girls in that room. Their faces morphed between fear and confusion, then hope. Seeing him behind Dime, the girls instantly figured that he wasn't a bad guy.

Luis radioed Thomas to bring the car closer to the alley, telling the rest of the girls that they'd get back for them. It pained Aiden when the hope left their eyes, starting to beg, and so did the girl they came all this way to save.

Aiden locked his eyes with Luis, who shook his head, knowing well that they didn't have time nor space in the car to help all of them.

"They brought us here in a big truck." The girl suggested when they started arguing, with a hopeful and pleading tone. "They parked it at the back."

Aiden looked back at the guys, waiting for their decision. Dime just shook his head, mumbling about them getting killed along the lines, while Luis frowned in thought.

"Thomas," He called on the radio, and his friend responded. "Do you see any trucks near you?"

Static was heard before Thomas replied, affirming that a food truck was there.

Luis sighed, glancing back at the girls then at Dime.

"You go first and check if there are any men to take care of. . . Also, I'm sure you can hot-wire the truck."

He smirked a little when the large man frowned.

"Why? Because I'm black?!" He hissed.

Luis's smirk widened.

"Nope. It's because you're a thug."

Dime opened his mouth to say profanities, but Aiden cut him off.

"Not now, guys." He looked back at Luis, knowing he'd refuse what he'd ask him to do." No time for argument, you take the girl and follow Dime while I'll wait here with the rest."

"No, you're coming with us."

"Luis," Aiden fixed him with a definitive glare. "Sam's survival is far more important right now than anything. I know that. . . But I'm sure if he were here, he wouldn't leave these girls behind."

"You go and help Dime. I'll stay and hide somewhere until you show up. Or better yet, why don't you give me the radio and inform me when it's clear for us to move?"

"That's a good idea, Luis." Dime whispered back, urging the man to move. "Aiden is smaller than you and can hide in those boxes over there if anyone showed up".

He pointed at some large boxes at the end of the large hallway. His deep chocolate eyes begging, silently, for Luis to agree. Dime seemed to grow a liking to the Latino man.

It turned up to be a bad idea, and it was all Aiden's fault. His self-righteous attitude only caused his trouble.

He found himself in a predicament when a group of guards showed up. He hid as planned and listened with horrified eyes to some girl pleading someone to stop hurting her when one of the men asked for whom opened the door.

There was a loud slap and a thud that made his chest tighten, not knowing what he should do in this situation. That was until one of the girls decided enough was enough and told the men where he was hiding.

Now Aiden found himself in the same situation as the rest of the girls, bruised and bloody from the pitiful fight he held against four muscled men. He sat in the corner of the room stripped of the radio Luis gave him. Aiden knew that he was on his own to get out of this situation. For sure, he'd be killed, or worse. The worst was to be handed over to Mason.

He pulled his knees against his chest and rested his face on them, willing himself not to cry.

It's over for me.

After what seemed like hours, those men showed up again. One of them selected a few groups of girls for some men to escort to where Aiden believed the auction will be held. He stared back at the man with a defiant glare, which made the other smirk.

"We rarely get requests for males, but today seems to be your lucky day." Sarcasm laced his tone of voice. "The man who asked specifically for the beautiful Ashley said, he'll take you instead."

Aiden looked away, whimpering slightly at what he said. He closed his eyes tightly shut when he felt him crouch in front of him. His Tobacco breath fanned over his face when his head was forcefully turned upward to look at him. The man had a sick grin, showing off a golden tooth.

"You helped her escape, so now you get to fill her place, fuckboy." His large hand caressed his cheek, making him flinch back and cringe in disgust. "We'll clean you up good, and you'll be the special merch of the night. . .A faggot like you would love to hear grown men fighting over you, won't you?"

Tears filled Aiden's eyes, staring back at the man with a clenched jaw.

"But in the end, I will hand your ass to that sadist who promised to get obedience out of you."

Aiden tried to shake his head off of the man's grip, but the latter pinched his cheeks harder, making his lips pucker.

"He has a thick dick that will fill this mouth of yours."

He pushed his head back that it slammed against the wall hard, laughing in a sinister way. He strode past the men and pointed at him before leaving. Two men walked to him, and Aiden decided that he needed to fight back.

He struggled, giving them a hard time to control him. But all his attempts failed when with one smack to the head, he felt dizzy and lightheaded. Something was forced inside his mouth that tasted so sweet. One of the men blocked the air off of his nose and mouth, obliging him to swallow whatever it was.

He watched them with blurred eyes taking him up in a service elevator, a purple wrapper caught his eyes, and Aiden knew what they gave him.

Gorillaphent.

His eyes downcast on the carpeted floor, being dragged along to his demise. Aiden, for a moment there, wished if he would be handed back to Mason. It would be way better than being sold to some creepy, sick, and twisted man.

His eyes teared up more, urging himself to fight, to find the strength to fight back, or come up with a way out of this.

The men stopped in front of a white door, and before they could open the door to his new life, a voice made them look back. A familiar voice that made Aiden's heart swell up in hope. He lifted his head and looked pleadingly at the man.

Anthony gave his men a confused glare before meeting his eyes, resulting in his own widening. Behind him, a blond buff guy with light-colored eyes, blue or green, Aiden couldn't quite tell. His mind was still hazy from the blow he took earlier and dazed from the drug in his system. The man stood tall, dominance, and power reeking off of him. Hair slicked back with few strands over his intimidating face, a clean shaved beard, and a dainty nose softening his rough features.

His eyes bore into his own, calculating and analyzing him. Hands in his dress pants' pockets, showing off his broad and muscular shoulders.

His attention was averted from the man when he felt his body heating up. His feet seemed unable to lift him when Anthony pushed the men away from him. He leaned on the wall, watching the strange and foreign-looking man while Anthony was yelling at his men.

The man just stared back at him, then his eyes narrowed.

"Who is he to Mason?"

Aiden couldn't help but frown at the man's words and the thick eastern accent. His English was good, but his Russian accent was prominent.

Anthony looked back at the man with a fake smile, nodding for his men to leave.

"Sorry about this, Sasha. We should leave now and not keep my boss waiting any longer."

The man didn't move an inch, nor his eyes left Aiden, who was panting by now. His body was reacting weirdly and not to his accord. His lips were wet, drooling. And not only his lips, but he could also feel his groin getting hard by the second. His skin was on fire, and he felt super sensitive to any sudden movement.

"Is he the guy Mason is looking for?"

There was a slight of mischief in his tone that didn't go unnoticed. Aiden made a massive effort to look at Anthony and speak.

"I-I need. . . to leave, now."

Anthony looked between him and the stranger, finally deciding to act upon what was best for him.

"You just excuse me for a minute, Sasha. He must be drugged, and I need to make sure he'll be alright." Anthony pulled Aiden into his arm, supporting him, making the other bite back a moan from how good it felt to be touched.

"I'll be right back." Ignoring the man's inquisitive glare.

Anthony walked him through the hallway, grumbling whenever Aiden's feet wobbled. He was pushed into a room that had some cleaning supplies. A storage room, he figured. Anthony was kind enough to help sit down on the cold floor.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" He scolded and seemed more scared for his life than Aiden's. "Not only you were about to get your ass sold to some old man with sadistic habits, now Sasha has his eyes on you. . .The boss will kill me and burn the whole hotel down with everyone in it, then kill your tan ass."

Aiden didn't find the strength in him to talk back, grateful that the man saved him from a horrid future.

He was thankful way too soon.

"You sit your damn ass here and wait. The boss is here, so I'll tell him to come to get you."

Aiden's eyes shot up at the man, and he opened his mouth to beg, but only hot pants came out.

"Don't strain yourself. The drug in your system is powerful, and you'll need relief soon." Anthony looked down at his crotch, making him grew more uncomfortable. "I would help, but I'm sure he'll kill me if I did, so wait here."

He left before Aiden could say anything, not as if he had it in him to talk. He glared at the door that looked so far away. He could imagine the look on Mason's face when he'd come to get him. He could taste the pain that he'd put him through. Aiden knew that he was done for and that he should kiss the little freedom he had goodbye.

He did his best to get up, leaning on the shelves and dropping all the products on the floor while reaching for something to support himself. His vision was hazy and foggy. His breathing ragged and his body felt heavy. Aiden dragged his feet on the floor to the door, groaning and even moaning from the friction.

The drug was torture; to experience this hot from pleasure induced by a drug, and to feel the need to be ravished and touched by someone else, a feeling beyond your control. To hear your heart thudding loudly against your chest, seeking attention as well. Aiden's body was all in alarm, producing pheromones for Alpha males, asking for lustful pleasure.

He tried opening the door only to find it locked, crushing his hopes of getting out all swept away. Aiden couldn't help but cry. He sobbed harder when he heard people talking behind the door.

This was it. The door would open, and his prison-guard would walk in. He was doomed.

In his last attempt, he hid behind the door, hoping they'd miss him in the large room. To his surprise, the person who walked in was a female staff, who shrieked at the spilled detergents on the floor. In her haste and frustration, she left the door open, leaving the room and talking to someone about the mess she found. He heard her exit the room, heading somewhere to get something to sweep the floor with, and he sighed, feeling relieved.

Aiden thanked whoever was watching over him, wobbling out of the room and leaning on the wall as he dragged himself away.

Adrenaline mixed with that drug was the worst combination; His silent moans turned loud from the friction. He was out of breath and energy to move any further. He finally sat on the floor, trying to rest for a bit before finding the strength to get up again.

A door opened at the end of the hallway. Aiden could see the same men from before, but they didn't seem to notice him. They were all busy yelling at each other and pointing fingers in blame. He heard them talking about the girls escaping, and Aiden released a deep sigh in content.

He felt happy, a small smile tugging on his lips that his friends managed to save those girls. That at least if something happened to him, he could feel satisfied that something good came out from this idiotic mission.

His happiness was short-lived when he heard that voice. The voice of the man he eluded all these past years. The one that belonged to that Mexican, handsome face with those crystal blue eyes.

"Aiden?!"

Just hearing his name uttered by Mason, Aiden let go of all that was left of energy in him and rested his head back.

His vision turned dim, unable to keep his eyes open until darkness consumed him.