Chris's POV

"Let me go you fucking prick!" I screamed.

The room was dark and empty. I couldn't see anything around me. They'd tied me to a chair and left me here hours ago.

I don't know what happened after they dragged me out of the house.

I heard the door open and the room flooded with light. I squinted my eyes, watching as he entered the room.

He approached me, an obnoxious fucking smile on his face.

"What's so fucking funny?" I growled.

"Oh, nothing." He told me. "It's just that I've finally got you right where I want you."

"Fuck you. Why the fuck are you doing this?"

"You really don't know?"

"What? You're mad I'm better than you? You're mad that you fucking created this?" I yelled, trying to break free. "You're mad that you taught me all of this and I'm just fucking better?

"If you think that's what it is, you're fucking stupid." He spoke. "You, Christopher, darling, are the only one on this planet with the ability, the knowledge to take me out. I have to eliminate any threat to me and my wellbeing."

"Fuck you."

"You know, I have something I want to show you..." He told me. He turned to the door. "Come over here, babe."

As soon as I saw who entered the room, my heart dropped. It's impossible. I don't understand. I couldn't even manage to form a sentence.

Angelo.

I watched as Angelo walked over to him and reached up to kiss him.

"I...W-what?"

Angelo approached me, running his fingers through my hair. "Hello, Chris. It's been a while."

"No." I said. "I-I watched...Impossible..."

He smiled. "What did you watch?"

"He killed you. H-how? You died. He-"

I heard his voice in my ear. "That's the thing, Christopher. I didn't kill him. He was never yours."

"I-I don't...I don't understand."

"You see, I told him to imbed himself into your life. I wanted to know everything, and that's how I found out. I still have people in your home. Some of your closest friends work for me. Angelo's been married to me for years." He explained. "Every one of the people I've killed, have been sent by me. Except this newest one and I don't like it."

I stared at the floor. This is impossible. I literally watched Angelo die. There's no fucking way he's here. I told get it. And there's no way all of those people were sent by him. It's impossible. And everyone in that house is loyal to me. I don't believe him.

"You look shocked. I find it hard to believe that you had no idea...then again, you are stupid."

I said nothing.

"I'm gonna fucking destroy you for what you did to my daughter, I hope you know."

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Ricky's POV

He locked me in a room that looked like an office. I was alone and there was nowhere I could go. There were no windows and there were people guarding the door. I already tried to get out.

I don't know where Chris is, or if he's even alive. I don't want to do anything to hurt him. I'm scared. I wish I'd never gotten involved with this shit. I was so fucking stupid. I had absolutely no business getting involved in the affairs of a fucking drug lord.

I sat in the chair, watching the door.

I could hear yelling from somewhere off in the distance, but it was too far away to make out who it was.

This is fucking stupid.

The door opened a few moments later, and he came in. I don't even know his name.

"I may not need you after all." He told me. "I may have already done what I needed to do."

I didn't say anything.

"Well, maybe I can still use you."

"W-What did you do to him?" I muttered.

Another man entered the room. He looked oddly familiar but I couldn't figure out who he was.

"That."

I stared at the man. I swear I've seen his somewhere.

He held out his hand. "Angelo."

I shook his hand slowly. Angelo? As in..? But Chris said he died. They all said he died.

"I don't understand." I said.

"Christopher told you the story about how I killed Angelo, yes?"

I nodded.

"I didn't. I killed someone else. Chris was just too intoxicated to notice. I sent Ange to Chris to get in his head. Angelo is mine. Always has been."

I didn't know how to respond. I've been told for months that this guy died and that's why Chris is so fucked up, just to find out that he's actually alive and this is some whole elaborate bullshit scheme just to fuck Chris up more?

"What happened to your hand?" Angelo asked, pointing at the cast on my arm.

I looked up at him. "Huh?"

"Your hand. What happened? Did Chris do it?"

"What? No. I got in a car accident."

The other man, who's name I still don't know, spoke up. "I cut the brakes."

"What?"

"Christopher was supposed to be driving, not the bitch."

I'm so confused.

He also seems really calm. It's a little unsettling. Compared to how he was when he was in the house, and the stuff I've seen him do to people, this seems strange.

"You seem upset." He said.

No shit. "I'm just confused..."

"About?"

"Everything."

"There's nothing to be confused about. Angelo didn't die and never loved Chris, and you and that dealer shouldn't have been in the car when it crashed."

I just nodded slowly.

"Does Chris know?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. He took it pretty badly."

I frowned. "Can I see him?"

He thought about it for a moment. "I suppose, but on one condition."

"What?"

"Tell him that I got in your head months ago. Tell him you love me."

"Why?"

"He deserves it."

I want to see Chris but I don't want to hurt him like that. I want to make sure he's okay.

"Okay."
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sorry this is short and kinda all over the place. I'm tired asf and on like a whole bottle of nyquil whoops

~xxLux