inferno // l.s.

fifty eight

so much shit happens all at once — it's an example of how impulsive decisions are not always the best idea. i'm not gonna say WHICH decision was good or bad, but there are two. kind of. yeah, let's just go with two.

super long chapter ahead, over 7k words. lex, if you read this, i'm waiting for your messages LOLOL

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"adrian. long time no see," harry said into the phone, leaning against the side of his audi.

"hi, harry. how's it going?"

"fucking going, let me tell you," harry chuckled dryly. "what's up? it's been a while since we've spoken."

"i know, and i'm sorry i haven't kept in contact with you guys. um, about that. i couldn't get ahold of mine and midas's abuela still. she has been in a nursing home this whole time and nobody has said anything. so i did more extensive research. and i mean extensive, paid hundreds for dna logs and all to try and branch out our family tree. that luke kid you guys had that brawl with? he's nowhere in our family tree."

"no way." what?

"i swear to god. midas did have a little brother, though. that part was true."

"did you find out who it is?"

"his name is dominique."

"is he from nevada?"

"sparks, yeah."

harry pushed himself off of his car. "what's his last name?"

"santiago."

"no fucking way."

"do you know him?"

"he owned the car that drove away from the scene when louis' mercedes got busted out back in january, we found out it was him and he's been buddy-buddy with my boss lately. we had a uh...few sticky situations come up in the last few weeks. a car of ours was bugged that my boss got from someone, then i was drugged, it's been a shitshow."

"who did boss get the car from?"

"someone named ace."

adrian sighed heavily. "this has got to be a coincidence. dominique the boss of the spades gang up in sparks, they call him ace."

what the fuck?

"well that crosses a lot off of my list, then," harry ran a hand through his hair. "mylo's brother?"

"from what i've gathered, he was in the system and got adopted out at twelve. took his adoptive mother's last name. he grew up in sparks through his teenage years. i didn't know he was out in los angeles now."

it's been sitting in front of them this whole time. that's...wow. that's a long time. why now? why didn't he try to ambush and get it over with all of those months ago instead of waiting for a code to be cracked? what was the point?

"jesus fucking christ. he's my bartender at my fucking club, adrian. he's been there for ages. since mylo died."

"do you need me to come to cali, harry? i can get louis into a safe house. i have a friend down there that would happily let me use it."

harry looked at the front of his house. behind that door was a sleeping louis, probably with their two cats curled up on him or on pillows surrounding him. behind that door is his best friend. his flame. his bunny. and he'll be damned if another fucking person lays a finger on him.

"i have three safe houses available if it comes down to it. if you want to come, that's fine. i have to be at a storage unit in a couple of hours to get dominic's car, so i won't be back until late tonight."