The Troublemaker

Chapter 6: Alexander

The waiter named Tom brought us our drinks as we waited for Dylan.

"So what do you think about Robert's story??" Christian asked.

"That it is bullshit," I told him.

"Why do you say that??" He asked me.

"Dylan said they haven't seen him all week and he told us to ask the staff if he was here the whole time," I told him. I saw the realization hit him.

"And one of them have already told us they haven't seen him," he said smiling.

I nodded.

"Do you think he will tell us more??" Christian asked.

I shrugged unsure of the answer. Dylan will probably try and help the best he can.

"Let's give it a shot."

Christian waved down Tom and he walked over. He smiled at us, "What do you gentlemen need??" He asked us.

"Has Dylan come back yet??" Christian asked.

Tom looked around and I saw him grow anxious, "What's wrong??" Christian asked him.

"Oh it's probably nothing sir," he spoke softly. I didn't believe that for a second.

"Tom, what's bothering you??" I asked him. He looked at me nervously, "You can trust us Tom, what is it??" I asked again.

A look of sadness washed over his face, "Alright fine. It's just, I'm afraid Dylan and Robert are arguing once again," he stated sadly.

I look at him with a pointed stare, "Why would they be arguing??" I asked sternly.

I saw him playing with his sleeves, "It's just he takes the blame if I do something wrong and Robert will start yelling at him in his face," he spilled.

I saw Christian tense across the table, "How does Dylan react??" He asked Tom.

Tom thought for a second, "He tries to stay calm, but I can see how tense and see the fear grow in his eyes and body. He mostly zones out like he is remembering something," he ranted.

"Answer me honestly Tom," Christian told him sternly. "Has it ever gotten violent??"

Tom looked down and my blood boiled. I saw Christian tense and his stare becomes a glare, "Tom??"

"Yes. A couple of times," he told us.

"When was the last time he hit Dylan??" I asked him angrily.

"A few days ago, when he finally came back to work. He tried to explain, but Robert just slapped him in the face," he ranted to us as tears welled up in his eyes. Christian sent him a sad smile.

I saw Dylan walk out and I saw he was rubbing his face slightly. He walked over to us and plastered smile on his face.

"So have you decided what y'all what you wanted yet??" He asked us.

I saw a slight red mark on his face, but decided to not say anything yet.

We gave him our orders as he wrote it down, "Coming right up."

He walked off with Tom while giving us one last smile.
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We was back at the station as I heard Christian type angrily at his computer.

He eventually groaned and exclaimed, "That fucking bastard!! How dare he hit Dylan and get in his face?!?!" He growled angrily.

I nodded. And he was right, how can someone hit Dylan??

Specially getting in his face??

Over the past weeks of me and Dylan dating, I noticed that he was hesitant with things. It took him serveral minutes to relax when we was cuddling and being ok with being kissed on the cheek.

What concerned me more was he never believed the compliments I gave him or when he was eating. Which was not a lot.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, "I know he can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he's been through hell. And I couldn't do a damn thing," he stated sadly.

"I'm sure he knows you tried," I tried to reassure him the best I can. It was obvious that Dylan is a sensitive topic for Christian and that Dylan is broken but won't admit it.

"Like hell.. I thought... Nevermind," he cut himself off. "It was all my fucking fault.

"I'm sure it wasn't your fault and he knows that," I told him. I was curious about what he was talking about but I didn't push. I wanted to hear it from Dylan, not Christian.

He sighed and nodded.

Before any of us could say anything, Diamond came rushing in, "We have a problem. A major problem," she panted out of breath.

We turned to her, "What is it babe??" Christian asked her.

"Look at the other suspect who has a motive," she exclaimed and threw a file on his desk and he opened it.

I saw his body freeze and he glared at her as he passed me the file, "There has to be a fucking mistake. It can't be that bastard," he growled.

She shook her head as I opened the file.

He had a terrible haircut and looked like a plain out pervert.

"Do you know where we can find him??" I asked either one of them.

"No that bastard would be hiding somewhere. Like the coward he fucking is," he growled once again.

"Anyone we can talk too??" I asked again.

"Yes."

"Who??"

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as Diamond gave him a sad look, "Fucking hell. I can't put him through this again. Not after he is finally happy," he replied sadly.

I waited for him to continue, "Dylan. Dylan Young. Our favorite troublemaker," he spoke sadly.

I was shocked when his name came out of his mouth.

"Fucking hell. I can't watch him close off again," he groaned out sadly.

'What does Dylan have to do with this guy??' I thought.