Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 95 - That one sentence

Alright 😊☺️, another chapter. I'm really not satisfied with this one, but there's nothing I can change 😂. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
I'm sorry, you have to wait a little bit longer for the rescue, but I'm working on it.

I'm sorry, you have to wait a little bit longer for the rescue, but I'm working on it

I'm sorry, you have to wait a little bit longer for the rescue, but I'm working on it

I was leaning against the wall of some building with the good view on the Greg's villa. Watching people running into the building, I understood that Delirious did it. My mind kept repeating his sentence over and over again. I tried to understand the meaning of it. I didn't understand even the previous minutes I spent with him. He saved my ass, he was sexually harassing me, he was such a good kisser. I loved the way he dominated me, the way he held me. I didn't regret my decision to pretend being him.

Does this mean he's truly coming for me? Or did he say that only to shut me up? I thought he didn't care about me. Why can't he answer my question!

"Here you are."

I heard Mark's voice next to me, and I slowly turned my head to him.

"I hope you're happy," I greeted him, returning with my eyes to the building.

He cares, he has to care! Or maybe he needs something Mark and Jack have. Maybe he's just using me, like Tyler was using Craig.

"I'm impressed. Let's go," he commanded, and I just slowly nodded.

I'm sorry, you have to wait a little bit longer for the rescue, but I'm working on it. Are you though? How long do I have to wait? What's gonna happen now? I successfully proofed I'm Delirious, right? Does this mean I'm free?

I followed Mark into his car and let him drove us to his house.

Fuck!! I forgot to ask Delirious about Craig! Oh, no! I'm such a stupid! How could I forget about my best friend?

Right as we were getting out of the car, I noticed somebody standing in front of the door. I knew him very well.

"What's he doing here again?" I heard Mark's whispering, as he walked towards David.

He doesn't know, does he? This can't end like this. Last time he said he's here for his partner, for Mark. So this is nothing.

"What are you doing here?" Mark asked, crossing the arms.

"I'm here to talk with Evan," agent replied, and I felt nervousness rapidly increasing in my body.

"At three in the morning? Isn't that a little late for that?" Mark said, and I felt David's eyes on me.

I can't behave like I did something. I have to act!

"I'm free tomorrow, agent. We can sit down and talk, but I'm tired now," I said, successfully kept my voice steady.

"Really? What are you tired from?" He asked suspiciously.

"David... why won't you visit us tomorrow? Or is there something on your mind not letting you sleep?" Mark asked with his deep voice.

"I was at Craig's house. You hurt him, Evan."

David's words touched my heart, and I frowned. I was well aware of hurting Craig, of behaving like a dick the last time. On the other hand I just found out Craig was ok.

"Who cares?" I replied, wishing to be somewhere else.

"I have a few question for you. It's gonna be better if you come with me without any drama."

Shit! What's this about?

"Why?" Mark asked, piercing agent with his cold eyes.

"Should I call for some backups? You're suspect in robbery of LA City Bank, we found your fingerprints there."

No! Oh, hell no! Everything went smoothly. Did I really fuck up on this? What's gonna be now? Am I being send to prison?

"I'm sure that's gonna be some mistake. Gustavo didn't find anything," Mark said.

"I want to know what were you doing there, Evan. I know you were there. Was is you? Did you kill them?"

My body trembled when I recalled the moment of that woman's death. The fear I felt this whole time.

"Look at him. Does he look like some murderer?" Mark asked angrily.

"I just want to ask him some questions. Is that much to ask?"

I wanted to answer, when David's phone started to ring, and a few seconds later Mark's phone as well.

"Yeah?" Agent asked, his eyes still glued on me.

"What? When? I'm coming over!"

"Greg is dead," Mark whispered, right after he turned off his call.

"I'll return tomorrow, Evan," agent announced, and then fast walked away.

I breather out in relief, while Mark was still looking at David's car leaving in the distance.

"He knows something. I thought you hadn't done a single mistake, how could you forget about fucking fingerprints?" Mark snapped at me.

"I have everything under my control, don't you even worry about it," I replied, getting more confident.

It was all about that one thought. One sentence keeping me sane, keeping me filled with hopes on getting rescued by Delirious.

"You didn't look like that a few minutes ago," he mumbled, unlocking the door.

We walked in, heading straight to my room. Right after I walked in, Mark closed the door behind and locked it.

I'm sorry, but you have to wait a little bit longer for the rescue, but I'm working on it. I really hope you do, Delirious, I really hope.