Hollywood Undead (Derillo) *COMPLETED*

Chapter Nine

DANNY

"We need to talk Danny?"

Four words no one wanted to hear from the lips of their loved one. Before my meeting with George he was happy, but now he looked deadly serious. Had he been listening through the door.

"Err about what? Were you listening?"

Jorel shakes his head vigorously, "of course not. But I know George and he would have told you about Aron."

I didn't really want to hear about Jorel's past relationship with Aron, the guy who had tried to kill me earlier. From what George had told me Aron and Jorel had something complicated going on between them.

"Should we go back to the room to talk then?"

Jorel nods and walks back down the hallway leaving me stood alone outside George's door. Why was he being so cold? This wasn't the guy I fell in love with, maybe now he felt more comfortable showing me his true colours. I follow after him not wanting to get lost.

Jorel enters our room and sits on the edge of the bed watching me curiously as I enter and close the door behind me. I don't go and sit down next to him, instead choosing to sit down on the sofa opposite the bed.

"What did George tell you, Danny?" Jorel questions.

"You and Aron were together but not together at the same time if you understand me."

Jorel sighs loudly, "Aron and I were complicated, a good fuck, a way to pass the time. I was shocked when he left because he didn't tell me he was starting his own gang."

It felt like I was being told the whole truth, but for now, I would let it slide.

"George told me the night of the Police raid Aron was protecting me and Asia, and that he was shot."

Jorel's eyes widen at this new information, "now you mention that I do remember him having a limp when I joined. At first, he blamed himself for that night, but that turned into anger towards George saying it should have been his job to protect his wife and son."

I watch Jorel stand up and grab his jacket off the bed next to him, "where are you going J?"

He tuts, "stay here Danny I'm going out to think."

All I can do is watch him leave slamming the door shut after him. I hoped he wasn't going to do anything stupid. I was alone in a new place and J had told me to stay here so I would.

~2 Hours Later~

Jorel still wasn't back and I was starting to worry and feel sleepy, but a knock on the door wakes me up from my snooze.

"Err come in."

The door opens and I see a rather tall Hispanic guy who was smiling at me, "so you're George's son now there's a plot twist I wasn't expecting. I'm Funny but you can call me Dylan."

Before I even invite him in Dylan walks in boldly like he owns the place and throws himself down on the sofa, "make yourself comfy I guess Dylan."

He chuckles, "you're too cute and precious Danny. Where's J at?"

I shrug my shoulders, "we had a conversation about Aron and then he left suddenly."

Dylan stops chuckling and sits up, wearing a similar serious expression J was wearing earlier, "did he tell you everything about Aron? Hell, did George tell you everything?"

"George said Aron got jealous and had some anger issues which led to him being eventually kicked out."

Dylan shakes his head, "we have a code we live by Danny, we protect our own. Aron broke that code by murdering one of our own. He was called Da Kurlzz, but I called him Matt."

I tilt my head to the side, "what has this got to do with Jorel? How is he involved?"

"Jorel and Aron fucked a lot and J liked pushing Aron's buttons. Out of the two, Aron was the top and J was the bottom, and J craved his attention. Aron gets jealous easily so when J started to harmlessly flirt with Matt because Aron was ignoring him, Aron snapped and shot Matt dead," Dylan stutters the last part.

If my jaw could hit the floor it would have at what Dylan was telling me. Although Jorel didn't pull the trigger, he had a hand in an innocent murder. It seemed to me that Dylan was close to this Matt guy, maybe even together.

"I'm so sorry Dylan, that's awful and not the guy I fell in love with."

Dylan stands up and trudges over to the bed where I was now sat on the edge and places a reassuring hand on my shoulder, "when it comes to Aron and J take it with a pinch of salt. Although J feels awful about Matt's death there's always some thrill knowing someone will kill for you."

I gulp nervously, now I wasn't sure if I was safer here than I would have been back at my apartment, "thanks for the heads up, Dylan."

Dylan bows his head and quickly leaves the room. A yawn escapes me and exhaustion takes over my body. I undress and crawl under the sheets hoping to wrap my head around all this new information.

~Few Hours Later~

"Hey, baby boy," J slurs next to my ear groggily waking me up. The stench of alcohol on his breath overpowering.

I don't respond trying my best to stay asleep. After a few seconds, Jorel groans loudly and I feel him fall onto the bed next to me before his arms wrap around me tightly making any escape near impossible.