Bellamy storms out of the VIP section with a pissed off look. As the door behind him closes, a brunette slips through and latches onto his arm. Anger boils inside of me as I take in her attire, barely clothed, definitely a stripper.

He shakes her off of him and glares at her. "Get off me, whore!"

The girl steps away from him, raising her hands in the air as if Bellamy is pointing a gun at her. "I'm only doing what the boss ordered."

Bellamy doesn't reply to her. He runs a hand through his hair and walks to a door behind the bar.

The girl who was with him moments ago has wandered off too and I'm left standing at the bar. I heave in a breath and go to the door Bellamy had just gone in.

"You're not allowed to go there." Darla pulls my wrist and I stumble back.

"He's my boyfriend. I have to talk to Bellamy." I try to pry her hand off but she holds it tighter. Her nails dig into my skin and I hiss in pain.

"You really don't want to go in there then." I furrow my brows as I look at her. "His father, the owner of this place is a dangerous man and your boyfriend is following his legacy. Run while you still can."

I scoff at her, Bellamy was no doubt doing terrible things but I knew his heart was still pure.

"You don't know him like I do. Let me go!" I try to wiggle out of her hold but she's a lot tougher than she looks.

"That's exactly what I said when I met Tatum and now here I am, stuck in this hell hole or that bloody donut shop!" She says bitterly. I want to tell her to let me go but she pleads to me to not go in there. "He'll give you everything you want but you'll always be a slave to him. You can't escape from this life, you don't want to go in there. You're so young, don't do it."

Her eyes are full of worry but as her grip loosens on my wrist, I brush her off and walk to the door Bellamy had just appeared to.

Darla's voice warns me once again but I refuse to acknowledge it and close the door behind me. I just need to talk to Bellamy, just once.

One last time.

The hallway is long with doors on the left and right. The walls are a dark red and yellow lights hang from the ceiling. I notice Bellamy's retreating figuring at the very end of the hallway. I immediately run towards, "Bellamy!"

He almost instantly freezes, and then slowly turns towards me. "What are you doing here?"

He sounds extremely angry and I stop a few feet away from him. "Bel, I—"

"Seriously Blake, get the fuck out of here." He towers over me, his hands wrapping around my arms and pushing me backwards.

I push against his chest to stop him. I thought he would finally come clean about everything but he was still dead set on pushing me away.

"No!" I say, using all of the force I had in me to push him away. He stumbles back just a bit but that's enough distance for me. "You've been lying to me for months! Every single time I think I can trust you, you just prove to me that you're a fucking great liar."

"Blake, you have to trust me on this babe. Just give me a lil—"

"Stop it already!" I shout to get his attention. "I'm tired of hearing the same things over and over again. Even if you do tell me the truth, I don't think I'll be able to believe it."

"Then why are you here?" He sneers at me. He grabs hold of my arms harshly. I try to remove his hands but his grip tightens. "All I'm asking is for you to trust me on this. I know what I'm doing."

He narrows his eyes at me, his face inches away from mine. I refuse to let him to have any power over me. I glare at him as I straighten up. My knees feel weak but I fight any urge to cower away.

"You were never running errands for your mom were you? I bet you were helping your father flee from the cops." I scoff as he leans away from. He removes his hands and shoves them into the pockets of his jeans. "You never loved me, did you?"

My heart beats uncontrollably fast as I wait for his reply. Bellamy closes his eyes as he sighs. I need an answer and I hate how he's dragging it. I can't help but feel like a pathetic little girl chasing after someone who wants nothing to do with them.

"What's all the commotion?" Someone asks. I want to punch them in the face and I turn around to do so but I'm left frozen in shock when I see who it is.

His dark brown eyes have a wild glint in them as he shines a smile at me. The gold tooth on his bottom jaw shining ever so brightly under the lights.

I turn to look at Bellamy, and then I stare right back at his father. I don't like the way he's looking at us and I know better than to stick around.

"I was just leaving." I announce. I barely take a step away from them when Bellamy's father raises his hand to stop me.

"But we've only just met. Come in, let's have a little chat." He suggests, heading towards an open door in the hallway.

"No, I'm lea—"

"Bring her in."

Two men appear from the room and nod at his father. I glare at them, daring them to try and touch me. There was no way I was going to let them drag me into whatever the hell was going on.

However, I'm unable to pick a fight with either of them as Bellamy signals them to step away. Then he places his hand on my lower back and guides me into the room. I try to shove him away but he's too strong.

The doors shut as we enter and I feel defeated. Bellamy's father settles into his desk chair and as we sit in front of him. 

"I must thank you for helping my son find Trace. That mutt was getting too comfortable meddling in my plans." He reclines in his seat and bring a glass of full of a golden brown liquid to his mouth.

"You should hand him over to the cops." I say, slowly turning my head towards Bellamy. He doesn't notice me as his eyes are focused on a dent in the wooden table.

A maniacal laugh from Bellamy's father makes me flinch. It's a loud sound that goes deep inside my head causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. "You don't need to worry about him sweetheart, he's in good hands."

"Bellamy, didn't you tell your girlfriend what you did to Trace?" The menacing smile on his face grows.

"She's not my girlfriend." Bellamy replies with a sour look on his face, then he faces me. I can feel the anger radiating off of him. "You need to stop following me, stop calling me and stop trying to get in my fucking way. This," He seethes, pointing at me and himself, "This was over the moment I got my hands on Trace."

Each word hurts me like a knife. I'm completely thrown off by this and I refuse to believe it. "You're lying to me again!" I grit my teeth. My face feels hot as a burst of blood pumps through my body because of how fast my heart is beating. "You weren't involved in batshit when you first met Trace because of me and Keith! Do you really think I'm gonna buy all of this Bellamy?"

Coming here, I told myself to not cry, to not let any sort of emotion get in my way but I didn't expect this. I could have never expected this. He sounded so sincere when he told me he loved me, when he promised that we'll grow old together and love each other forever.

"You're so naive!" He sniggers. "Did you ever wonder how Trace found you here? I didn't think my plan would work so well, but here I am. Finally redeeming myself." He smiles at his father and looks at me with a cruel smirk.

The cold glare in his eyes paired with the twisted smile on his face makes him look like a completely different person. The warmth that I once felt from his presence is gone now. It baffles me how he's suddenly turned into a completely different person.

I'm unable to reply to him, I'm unable to form any words.

Bellamy's chair falls back as he stands up. "I have something I need to tend to." He tells his father before walking out of the room.

I wipe my eyes pathetically and look at Bellamy's father. He's staring at the door as if he's deep in thought. He must of felt my gaze because he snaps his head towards me. He reaches for something under the table. A second later, he's pointing a gun at me.

"I guess he had us both fooled," He laughs. I shiver as his gun is on the trigger still pointing at my face. "Well, you're useless to me now but since you helped me reunite with my son, I'll let you go this time."

He points the gun towards the ceiling. "But, if you are to get in my way in the future, I won't hesitate to put a bullet through your head. Now, get out."

The men from earlier come to get me but I wave them off as I hurry out of there. Bellamy is leaning against the wall by the door at the end of the hall. A cigarette rests between his lips. He takes a drag and just as I walk past him and open the door, he blows out the smoke on me.

I whip my head towards him. "I don't know what you're upto but I'm gonna get to the bottom of this."

I'm about to walk away when he says, "don't." I furrow my eyebrows at him. "Move on with your life, Jane. You won't get a chance again."

I look at Bellamy's face for any sign of emotion but there's not an ounce of it. I'm too drained to fight back and at this point, I don't think I even should.

I turn away from him and walk out of the hallway. I come out from behind the bar and instantly make eye contact with Darla.

"You're back," She says, eyeing me closely. "Some girl was looking for you, she's right there."

I turn to where Darla is pointing and instantly recognize Natasha. She seems to be looking for me.

"Thanks." I say as I give her a curt nod. I make my way towards Natasha and muster up a smile.

"Thank goodness! What took you so long? Are you okay?" She eyes me from head to toe and then pulls me in for a quick hug. She pulls away and waves over at someone. "Luke, she's here!"

Luke jogs over to us and eyes me with concern. "I'm alright," I tell them but they still look at me with the same worried expression. "I found Bellamy, we had a fight."

"What's he doing here?" Luke and Natasha ask in unison. They give each other a look and then stare at me for an answer.

I shrug, not wanting to share everything with Luke.

"Well, is he coming or something?" Luke's eyes wander around the club as if he's looking for Bellamy.

"No, he won't be." I start to make my way to the exit. I notice it's starting to get crowded as I have to push past some people who just stand in the middle of the room with no purpose whatsoever. The music is much more louder and so are the cheers and howls from the customers.

As I push open the door, I'm welcomed by the hot summer air. I rub my temples as I feel a headache coming.

Natasha and I trail behind Luke so we can talk. "What happened in there?"

I pause for a second, not knowing how to reply to Natasha's question. "It's like he's a totally different person. He—" I take a breath and calm myself down when Luke looks at us from over his shoulder. I lower my voice and lean towards Natasha's ear. "He said he used me to get to Trace."

Natasha scoffs, "That's ridiculous!"

"Okay, seriously, what the heck is going on here?" Luke turns around completely as we make it to his car. He crosses his arms against his chest as his casts me a solemn look.

"It's nothing you want to get yourself into." I  state.

The corner of his lip raises up as he scoffs. He runs a hand through his hair as he looks off into the distance, slowly his eyes meet mine again. From the corner of my eyes, I see Natasha biting down in her lip nervously.

"The cops were after you and Bellamy a few days ago," He reminds me as if there is any need to. It's all still fresh in my mind but hearing it again and again irritates me. "You can't just expect your friends to not care at all. I need to know what you're doing."

"Why does it even matter to you? I don't have to share it with every bloody person on this planet!"

"Guys, calm down." Natasha interjects, putting a hand on my shoulder and resting the other on Luke's arm.

Luke shakes it off almost immediately. "God dammit Nat, the cops literally called in Harry and Chris for questioning today and as far as I know, we're on that list too."

"What?" I ask as I share a look with Natasha. No one mentioned that to me.

Luke nods his head, "They're not gonna stop until they find the killer and I hate to say it but you're acting extremely shady walking in and out of these places. I'm not blaming you for anything, I'm asking you to be honest so we don't tell the cops something that can get you in trouble."

The irritation I felt moments ago fades away as I think about he's saying. I failed to realize that my friends were paying for the mistakes I made. I look at Natasha and can't help but frown despite the small smile she was giving me as a promise that everything was going to be okay.

Being able to share my thoughts and feelings with someone else felt great but with everything going on, was it the right thing to do? The more they knew, the more vulnerable they would be. I couldn't do that to them.

I couldn't lie to them either. The cops needed to find the person behind this and hiding information from them would put us all in a difficult position.

"I came here looking for someone that might know where Bellamy is but I ended up finding him here." I tell Luke.

"Why are looking for him at a place like this, why would he be here?" Luke asks, incredulously. "I swear if any of us get in trouble because of you or—"

I roll my eyes in frustration. "Stop acting like you've never gotten in trouble! What part of wrongly accused do you not get?" I scoff.

"Luke," Natasha puts her hands on his chest and pushes him towards the car. "Can we just drop all of this and go home? It's getting late and both of you are acting weird."

"Oh, I'm the one acting weird? She's the one who's got us all in this mess to begin with." He claims as Natasha turns him around.

She looks at me over her shoulder pleading, "He doesn't mean it, he's drunk."

"AM NOT!" He says as Natasha forces him into his car.

I stay silent because I know he's right and defending myself will only make me more pathetic than I already am.