I don't fear him as much as I fear Chris. Chris is a killer. Chris will kill me if I say what I did with the drugs, even though I'm sure this man already knows. I think he just wants to hear it.

I don't even know how long this has been going on. I don't know how I've even held out this long.

He wasn't in here at the moment but I'm sure he'd be back any minute. I could feel blood dripping down my face, my cheek throbbed, my eye was swollen shut, there was blood in my mouth.

I looked up when the door opened again.

"Aight I'm gonna make you a deal." He said.

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him.

"If you bring me some of Motionless's junk, I'll let you live." He said. "It's only right that I return the favor."

Fuck. "Fine. I'll bring it to you. Just let me go."

"How do I know you'll actually do it?"

"Because I don't wanna fucking die."

He laughed. "You have 24 hours."

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I knocked on Chris's door, waiting for someone to open it.

After a few seconds, the door was opened by the man who's always with Chris.

"Is he here?" I asked.

He just stared at me for a moment. "Wait here."

He disappeared back inside the house, coming back a few minutes later. He nodded for me to follow him, so I did. He led me inside the house, down a few hallways, up some stairs, and to an office. He opened the door and gestured for me to enter.

Chris stared at me, standing up as soon as the door closed. "What do you want?"

"The uh, dealer you had me go see, he grabbed me today. He thinks that I had something to do with you like, blowing up his lab or something."

He nodded. "Did he do that to you?"

I nodded.

"What did you tell him?"

"Nothing."

He narrowed his eyes. "I find it hard to believe that you didn't tell him anything."

"I didn't." I told him. "I swear."

"Mhm. Well, if he wanted that information, why did he just let you go?"

"He told me that he wanted to make a deal. He said that I had 24 hours to bring him some of your drugs or he'd kill me. He said he wants to return the favor."

Chris laughed. "Does he really think I'd give him my shit? So he can figure out how I make it? What a retard."

"Well, I don't think he expected me to go directly to you."

He sighed, seeming to be thinking. "Go upstairs, clean yourself up. Ryan will bring you. I'll take care of the situation."

"I really don't-"

"Go. Ryan is outside."

"You don't-"

"Shh. You talk a lot."

I rolled my eyes. "No I don't. I don't need to go clean myself up. I'm fine."

"I'd prefer if you stayed here, where it's safe, while there's a drug dealer that wants to kill you." He said. "I'll tell Michael to come. I don't know how long this will take."

"Fine." I sighed.

"Tell Ryan to come in here."

I got up and opened the door. He was standing right outside. "Um, he wants you."

Ryan nodded and entered the room, going over to Chris. They were speaking quietly, but I could just barely pick it up.

"Get the boy settled in my room. Give him what he wants. Michael will come to stay with him. I want you to track down TJ and bring him to the warehouse. I'll meet you there."

Ryan nodded.

He came back over to me. "Come with me."

I followed him as he led me up a flight of stairs, and then another one soon after. This house is fucking huge. I've never seen a house this big before. Where the fuck do you even find a house this big?

Ryan stopped in front of a set of big gothic double doors. He pushed one open and gestured for me to go inside. "The bathroom is on the left. You can do whatever you want, just don't leave. Michael should be here soon."

He closed the door after him, leaving me there. I looked around the room, not really knowing what else to do. The room alone was probably bigger than my entire apartment. There was a bed in the centre of the room. It was on a pedestal of sorts. It had steps leading up to it. Back behind the bed was a desk, and behind that was a large set of cathedral-type windows. To the right of the room was 2 doors. I walked over to one and tried to open it, but it was locked. The other one was just a closet. It was a huge closet, filled with expensive clothing and jewlery. There was only one door on the left side of the room and I just assumed it was the bathroom.

I made my way towards the bed and sat down. There was a remote on the nightstand. I picked it up and clicked the on button on top. There was no TV, so what would it go to?

I raised an eyebrow when the wall directly across from the bed lit up. I looked up at the ceiling, seeing a big projecter. This looks fun.

I opened the drawer on the nightstand and rumaged through it. Nothing really intresting. Cigarettes, coke, a bottle of lube, some handcuffs, a book. I closed the drawer, moving to the bottom one.

Now this was interesting. There was a gun and a roll of knives. I wonder what he uses those for.

He probably uses them to kill all of the people he sleeps with.

I really don't want to get involved with him. I don't want to die like the others that Ash told me about. I may not live the best life, but I still enjoy being alive.

I jumped when the door opened. I quickly closed the drawer, looking over.

Kuza entered the room, closing the door behind him. The moment he looked at me, his eyes widened. He rushed over. "Jesus Christ, Ricky. What happened to you? Who did this to you? Was it Chris?"

"No, It wasn't a Chris. He told me to stay here." I told him. "It was the dealer that Chris told me to go see. He thinks that I had something to do with Chris blowing up his lab. He told me that he'd kill me if I didn't bring him Chris's drugs."

"Dammit. I told him not to get you involved. Where did he go now?"

"He went to go take care of the problem, whatever that means."

He nodded. He grasped my chin, looking at my face. "Fucking hell. Lemme go see if Chris has a first aid kit or something."

He got up and made his way into the bathroom. I heard him moving stuff around and slamming stuff. He came back out a moment later with a small box. 

He sat down beside me and opened the box.

"Let's see what I can do about all of this."

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Chris's POV

I pulled up to the warehouse, stepping out of my car. The driver rolled down his window. "Wait here. It won't be long."

He nodded and closed the window again. I entered the building, making sure the door was locked behind me. 

I made my way into the main room, smirking at the man in front of me. He sat there, tied to a chair. Ryan stood behind him, staring at me. He slowly moved away, approaching me. 

"He's angry." Ryan whispered. 

"Good."

Ryan stepped aside, allowing me to continue moving forward. 

Once I reached him, I stopped in front of him. He stared up at me, not saying a word. 

I smiled at him before grabbing his hair. He grunted. 

"I thought you would've understood what happens when you fuck with my business." I growled. "Evidently, you haven't."

He spit in my face. "Fuck you."

I dropped him back down, smashing my fist into his mouth. 

I pulled my coat off, followed by my suit jacket. I handed both to Ryan, rolling my sleeves up. 

He spit blood onto the floor. I pulled my knife from it's sheathe at my side. I walked behind him, placing my blade at his throat. "I fucking dare you to try some shit like that again."

"I'll fucking kill you." He hissed. 

"I don't believe you're in the position to do such a thing." I spoke. "On the contrary, I think it'll be me who kills you."

He jerked his head back, trying to hit me, but I moved out of the way just in time. I drove my knife into his shoulder. He screamed.

"Why did you go after the boy?" I asked. 

"The whore? Because he fucked me over."

"He told me that he'd heard about another dealer in the area, taking business from me. All he did was get me thr drugs. That's all I needed to find out where they were coming from. It's got nothing to do with him."

"Oh it's got a lot to do with him." 

I laughed. "I had hoped that the explosion had been enough of a warning. But, I guess I need to use a more permanent method of dealing with things."

I ripped my knife out of his shoulder and sheathed it, pulling the gun from the holster beside it. I held it in front of his head, cocking it. 

"C'mon! Pull the trigger." He yelled. "Or are you too much of a pussy?"

He spit at me again. I hit him in the head with the butt of the gun. "Haha. Me? A pussy? Good one."

I pulled the trigger. The bang echoed through the building. Blood splattered everywhere. He fell back in the chair.

I shuddered slightly, reveling in the feeling of what just happened. 

I looked down, my white shirt covered in blood. I unbuttoned it and tossed it to Ryan. "Get this cleaned up."

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