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Part 77 - A friend or a partner

😂 I seriously died from your comments on the previous chapter. I guess you really like Del, don't you? At the end of this chapter, I just want to say one thing: "Don't kill me!". Enjoy ^.^
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(Tyler POV)
I knew Evan is not comfortable with heading to Delirious's house. His eyes said it, his body said it. I didn't question it. Everything he and Delirious had, was only their thing. What concerned me more was the fact that I failed Craig.

After seeing that photo of him, being tied up with tears upon his face, I thought I was gonna break inside. I had to tough myself up, for myself, for Craig.

"We're here. You wanna wait here or you coming with me?" I asked Evan.

He seemed lost in his thoughts, his body shaking slightly, his eyes glued to the door of the house, in front of which we were currently parked.

"I'll wait here." He whispered silently, gripping his fingers nervously.

I just nodded my head and walked straight to the door. Smashing on it three times, I waited for response,which didn't come.

"Fuck," I mumbled, inside me raised panic.

Don't do this to me, Jonathan. Not now, I need you!

I growled in frustration. I had a feeling he wouldn't have helped me anyway, this was my waste of time. I slammed on the door one more time. The door opened, revealing Delirious in emotionless state.

"What?" He asked.

"Can I come in? It's important," I said quickly, and at that moment I noticed his eyes looking behind me.

I trailed his gaze, looking behind me as well just to see Evan in the car. In a few seconds Evan looked at me, and immediately looked down on his lap. I returned my eyes to my friend.

"Delirious," I nudge him urgently.

He silently moved away, his eyes still glued to my car. I came in, turning my body to him. He closed the door and walked into the living room, where he sat down on the sofa.

"We have another contract?" He asked neutrally.

"No. I need your fucking help. Craig was kidnaped by some asshole and we want him get back."

"We?"

"I... I want him back. And Evan want him back, of course."

His face didn't show any emotions, neither his eyes nor his body.

"What are you doing here then?" He asked slowly.

"I need your help."

"I told you to leave me alone. I told you to talk to me only if you have contracts for me," he replied, piercing my souls with his cold blue eyes.

"I was just asking for your help, I wasn't fucking ordering you to do it," I said, raising my voice in anger.

"My answer is no then. Go now."

I took a deep breath, feeling hurt inside. I knew Delirious wouldn't help me, I knew it with everything, but some small thing in my hear, some small voice, was telling me otherwise. And I was so stupid to listen to it.

I nodded my head, heading to the exit, when he grabbed my wrist. I looked into his eyes.

"Let him go, Tyler. He's not worth of your time."

I felt anger boiling inside me. The words that left his mouth hurt me.

"I love him. He doesn't deserve to be dragged in the darkness of the underworld you and me are living in. He has pure soul."

He slowly shook his head, his grip tightened.

"You don't love him, it's all about hormones. Love doesn't exist. I didn't want to do it but I guess I had to."

I frowned in confusion. I felt pity for him, he was a hurt man, maybe that was the reason why he was so good in his profession.

"I want another contract. You have one hour from now to get some, then one hour to get me the files."

You motherfucker.

"Don't do this bullshit to me, I don't have fucking time for this," I whispered.

"Two hours, the clock is ticking."

I wiggled my hand out of his grip and left his house.

"You'll thank me one day, Tyler," he shouted, before I got into the car.

"Fuck!" I yelled, bashing with my hands on the wheel.

"What happened?" I heard silent voice next to me.

Turning my head to my right I noticed Evan. He was looking worriedly at me.

Delirious knows I will always stand beside him, no matter what. He fucking knows I will always pick him. Motherfucker! This is not fucking fair.

"I'm driving you home," I gritted furiously.

"Wait, what? I thought we're getting Delirious."

"We don't have time for this fuck turd, besides he doesn't want to help us anyway."

"Why not? You're his friend, he cares about you."

I sighed after his words, shrugging the shoulders. I recalled the memory when he almost shot me.

"There's difference between a fucking friend and a fucking partner."

"M-Maybe I could... talk to him?" He stuttered nervously, turning his head to my friend's house.

"Waste of our fucking time," I spat out.

I started the engine and drove to Evan's place. I parked in front of his house.

"You can go now," I said, my voice full of anger.

"I want to help you, I won't allow you to look for Craig alone."

"I won't look for Craig," I mumbled the most hurtful sentence I ever could.

"What?" He yelled surprised.

"I don't have time for it. Evan go to the fucking police, it will be better this way."

"No! You fucking piece of shit, it's Craig we're talking about. So it's true, you only used him!" He continued in high tone of voice.

"It's your fault he was kidnaped! They think Craig killed Ryan, but he only helped you get inside. You're such a weaker."

I gripped on the wheel tighter then before. I was angry but mostly at myself. I failed Craig.

"Are you really gonna let him die?" He asked me, his voice shaking.

"How? How the fuck should I do it? I have to deliver files to Delirious, I don't have time look for Craig," I informed him furiously.

"I'll help you," he said after few seconds of silence.

That's it! He can help me!

I looked at him, my heart filling with new hope. I started to wheeze hysterically. He frowned in confusion.

"Alright, we're heading over my place."

This is it. I'm coming Craig, hold on.