The Secret Between Us//Gallavich

8| Panic

MICKEY
The longer Ian was missing the more worried I became. Everyone was looking for him. Mandy searched in dumpsters, under the L track, in supermarkets. Lip searched the Gallagher house, the Milkovich house and any other houses that Ian would be familiar with. As for me, I did the most work, searching every and all gay clubs within and around the South Side. You'd assume that there wouldn't be many, but you'd be wrong. I encountered 16 of them just in the South Side. They disguise themselves as smoothy bars and yoga places to be safe.

Carl and Debbie eventually caught on to the mess that was Ian, and promised that they'd make sure Fiona didn't find out.

I swear. Every time l walked out of a gay bar empty handed, I feared that maybe Ian might have found himself asleep or dead in a ditch somewhere. My fear only got worse when I realised that there were only 2 gay bars left on my list.

"Any luck?" I heard Mandy speak. I calmly held my phone to my ear.

"Only 2 bars left. If I don't find Ian, we will have to tell Fiona." I had no intention of telling Fiona, but I had no choice if these bars turned up empty.

"Just have a look." Mandy exhaled as the line went dead, forcing me to shove my phone in my pocket with anger.

"Please be here..." I exhaled as I looked at the name of the bar, mentally heaving. Entering the White Swallow, my senses were assaulted. All I could see were bartenders in skimpy tank-tops. I could smell the tequila and other alcoholic beverages that were served. I could also smell the sweat coming off some of the bartenders and patrons of the club.

"Looking fine." I mentally groaned when a larger gentleman smirked at me, surrounded by two other men.

"Fuck off." I wasn't in the mood to bash someone's head in. I just wanted to find Ian, but unfortunately, this large man just couldn't take a fucking hint.

"I like 'em rough. I'm Scott. You want to get out of here?" The larger man asked, now standing upright.

"No, I don't want to- You seen this kid?" I rolled my eyes at the stupidity of this man before holding up a picture of Ian, watching as the man looked surprised.

"Oh. You like 'em skinny. I could lose 30 pounds if you wanted." The man smiled, offering me another shitty deal. I lost count at the amount of times that I rolled my eyes.

"30 poun- Maybe in your ass, man. Where's the manager?" I needed to exit this shitty conversation before I bashed his skull into the bar behind him. He pointed to a man at the other end of the bar surrounded by paperwork.

"Yo. You the manager?" I asked, walking over to the man who looked more gay than Ian.

"Who's asking?" The manager didn't even look up at me, keeping his eyes on the paper on the bench.

"Since you just saw me speaking, I'ma take a wild stab it was me. You seen this kid? His name is Ian." I held up the same image as before, the man glancing quickly at the image before looking back at his papers.

"Never saw him before." The man rolled his eyes.

"I'm assuming that his manic ass used to work here so I'm pretty sure you have." I angrily watched as this guy had the audacity to keep ignoring me.

"I can't keep track of every twink who comes and goes in this place, all right?" He scoffed, finally looking at me, although with sass.

"Okay. This twink went AWOL a couple days ago." I mentioned, watching as the man chuckled, putting his pen down before finally fully facing me.

"Look, you little tweaker. You think you're the first one to come in here boo-hooing about some cocktail slut who jacked you off in the bathroom, told you it was true love, and then disappeared? Trust me. You're not. So why don't you buy yourself a drink and fall in love with somebody else?" The man pushed me with his hand a few times, clearly disgusted by me.

"You calling me gay?" I chuckled, ready to beat this motherfucker.

"Oh. Please, honey. You make Justin Bieber look straight." He looked at me with sass before looking back at his paperwork.

"Aah! Oh! Ah!" He exclaimed as I grabbed his head and bashed it against the bench, blood flying onto some of the papers beneath his face.

"Now, I know you know where he is, dick-breath. So you're gonna tell me, or I'm gonna shut this cum-hole down over possession, intent to sell, and prostitution. Okay?" I chucked a real police badge on the bench, watching as the man's eyes widened in shock and fear. My intimidation was working.

"He's at our other location. Fairy Tail, in Boystown." The man finally gave me some useful information.

"Thank you. That so difficult?" I chuckled releasing his head from my grip before putting the badge in my pocket.

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After getting to the desired location, I entered the bar, trying to look at every single bartender, dancer and customer, while also trying not to get blinded by the lights that shone.

I almost gave up. I almost called it quits and walked out, until I saw a particularly tall red-head with his waist tattoo exposed. My heart sped up. I was seeing Ian for the first time in months. He looked different, a bigger build. As much as I was happy to see him at all, watching as some random old dude placed a white pill in his mouth, I panicked. The old motherfucker was possibly drugging Ian. I watched as the pair stood up, the old dude's arms around Ian's torso, clearly leading him somewhere.

For what seemed like hours, but most likely only 25 minutes, I would see Ian being led by the old dude, but then they'd disappear. It happened at least 7 times before I caught a glimpse of Ian being led out the entrance. Following them, I felt sick watching as this random man placed his hand in Ian's pants, clearly trying to pleasure Ian while they waited for a ride.

Enough was enough. In a fit of rage, I walked angrily up to the pair, grabbing the old man and yanking him away from Ian.

"Why don't you molest someone your own age, you geritol fuck?" I hissed, watching as he cowered in fear.

"Ow! Fuck! Ow! You're an animal." The man cowered more.

"I'm not the one groping and licking on underage boys, am I?" I scoffed at him, giving him a good kick in the balls, watching as he fell to the floor.

"We're just having fun." He tried to defend his actions, but I wasn't having it.

"Shut the fuck up and get the fuck out of here. Get out of here!" I yelled, kicking him so he got up. I watched in disgust as he ran away.

Throughout this whole situation, I hadn't seen Ian laying on a pile of snow. He wore a blue tank-top and jeans, clearly drugged enough not to even be awake.

"Jesus Christ, Ian." I started to worry. Grabbing my phone, I dialled Lip's number.

"Please tell me that you found him?" Lip questioned.

"Yeah, l did, but you're not gonna like how or where I found him." I sighed.

"I'll need help getting him home. Get here asap." I explained as l sent Lip mine and Ian's location.