Hollywood Undead (Derillo) *COMPLETED*

Chapter Eight

DANNY

Someone pounds violently on my front door snapping me out of my paranoid state, and I drop my phone on the floor after spending ten minutes debating whether I should call my adopted dad or the Police station. The gun was on the coffee table and I grab for it, just in case whoever was on the other side barged in.

"DANNY ARE YOU IN THERE? OPEN THE DOOR! IF YOU DON'T ANSWER THEN I'LL BREAK THIS DOOR OFF ITS HINGES!" Jorel yells, still pounding on the front door.

I drop the gun and rush to the front door opening it before Jorel broke the door down. As soon as Jorel sees me he throws himself at me, wrapping his arms around me tightly as if he was scared I wasn't real. I flinch as he touches the shoulder the bullet had been in and he pulls back immediately.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't think about your shoulder," he gushes, concerning me because I'd never seen him show this much emotion towards me.

"I patched myself up J, are you sure you're okay?"

I close the front door behind him and relock it. Jorel takes off his snapback and runs his fingers through his hair.

"When you hung up on me Danny my heart stopped for a second. My heart has never stopped for someone else."

I tilt my head to the side confused, "this isn't like you J."

He closes the space between us and takes my hands in his, "I love you, Danny, there I said it."

I gasp, kind of surprised that here Jorel was confessing his love for me after I didn't know where the two of us stood, "I love you to J. What brought this on?"

"When you rang up saying you'd been shot I panicked, and then when you hung up I didn't know if someone was in the apartment with you causing you more harm."

Despite someone trying to kill me earlier this was a happy moment, so I lean forwards and capture his lips, kissing him softly. Jorel stiffens, but then relaxes into the kiss and takes control of the kiss.

However, the moment is ruined when Jorel's pocket vibrates between us. He pulls away and plucks the phone out of his pocket; I motion for him to take the call while I step around him to make a start at cleaning the blood off the kitchen counter.

"Yes George I'm here...he seems okay...I didn't see anyone outside when I got here...are you sure that's a good idea...yeah I'll ask him now...see you in a bit..."

Jorel hangs up the phone and I watch him from the kitchen. What exactly did he need to ask me? What had George said to him on the phone. Jorel walks over to where I was cleaning down the counter and taps his fingers on the surface.

"George wants to meet you. He doesn't think you're safe here with Aron coming after you. Do you want to meet your birth dad Danny?"

This was a big deal. I always wanted to meet my birth parents, and now I had a chance to meet my real dad who just so happened to be the gang leader of the infamous Hollywood Undead.

"I want to meet him J."

Jorel nods, "grab a small bag because I don't think you'll be coming back here until we deal with Aron and his own gang."

I head into the bedroom and put some clothes and essentials into a holdall, surprised at how fast I could pack my life into one bag. Shrugging on my jacket I pick the bag up off the bed and head back into the lounge where Jorel was staring intently out of the window.

"I'm ready."

"Keep your gun on you while we head down to the car and keep your eyes on your surroundings. If anything or anyone looks out of place tell me and we'll deal with it. Do you understand?"