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Difficult. (H2OVanoss)

Evan loved Jonathan. He truly did. They had a very powerful gang, good allies, money- everything. The city of Los Santos was at their fingertips. But Evan had one small problem with Jonathan.

He was very stubborn.

Jonathan was by no means stupid. In fact, he was very smart. That's why he was Evan's second hand man. But he got stubborn when things didn't work out his way. Not only that, Jonathan had a short fuse. The smallest things tended to piss him off. Like the time he almost broke Nogla's hand for eating his cookies. It was bad. And Evan could not stand it.

Jonathan was also a loner. He prefered dark spaces so he could think. He didn't talk much either.

It was the smallest things about him that put Evan on edge.

"Jonathan! We can't go there! The side of the building is always crowded with security."

"That's where Lui could come in handy. You and I both know he is an excellent shot. He could take them out. It's shorter and we could get it done faster Evan."

Evan slammed his hands down on the table, causing Jonathan's eyes to narrow.

"Last time I checked, I'm the leader! I carry out the orders that are best for everyone! You may be second in control but as long as I'm here, you don't have any authority over my team." Evan sneered.

Jonathan's heart tightened at those words. But it only made him angrier.

"Fine! See if I fucking care. Do what you want." Jonathan yelled, shoving not only the table away and almost hitting some of the guys that were there, causing them to get agitaged, but he practically kicked his chair away as well.

Jonathan muttered curses under his breath, slamming the door shut as he left. Evan watched him go and sighed, sitting down.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do with him."

Tyler moved the table back and cleared his throat. In all honesty, he was afraid of Jonathan's temper.

"Just cool off. We'll discuss this later." And with that, Tyler motioned for everyone else to go out with him. Evan only watched with hard eyes. And when the door shut, Evan shoved the table away again.

Jonathan stormed towards his room, silently raging to himself. Evan was always stubborn when it came to petty missions. It was over a stupid load of guns and Evan wanted to make it more difficult than it needed to be. He always did this! And that's what infuriated Jonathan the most.

He arrived at his room and shut the door with a loud bang. He then started shoving things down. It was better than self harm. He always thought more clearly whenever he was cleaning as well.

Time went by and Jonathan stood in the middle of a destroyed bedroom with bruised fists. (He ended up punching dressers while he was at it.)

He turned off the light and walked over to his favorite windowsill. He took a seat, picked up his most used teddy bear and watched the city below him. It was so peaceful at night. But Jonathan knew he had bad anger issues. He never learned how to properly control his emotions. He would always take his wrath out on poor objects or even people. He was dangerous.

Jonathan had been so drowned away in his thoughts, he didn't even realize there were tears falling from his cold eyes. Or that Evan was standing in his doorway, looking at the damage Jonathan had done.

"Jon."

Jonathan turned his head to meet harsh light and a man.

"What."