What the hell is this?! (H2Ovanoss)

Chapter 42

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"Don't fucking touch me!" I screamed and struggled as the men in black tried their best to take me to a room that my uncle told them to take me to. I kicked around but one of them grabbed my legs and the other had his arms wrapped around my upper body, crushing me into a hug.

"Yo! JP! Open that door quick!" The masked guy that was holding my legs tightly yelled out at a familiar guy that was walking by with a bore face. His colorful dyed hair was was all over his head as he wore some pink eye contacts.

JP?! He was in that weird hidden area where Jon took me in!

"Okay... He sure seems feisty." He chuckled as he opened the door wide for these assholes. "Fucking let me go assholes!! I can walk on my own!!" I yelled at them with a pissed off face. I managed to get one of my legs free and lift it up quick, kicking the face of the guy in front of me which made him let go of my other leg, knocking him out.

"Holy shit!" JP yelled out astonished.

"Evan Fong! Calm the fuck down or else I go tell the boss about your behavior!" The guy still hugging me yelled out with a threatening tone but I just grin. "Does it looks like I give a fuck? No! So go ahead and tell papa." I talked back as we were right in front of the room entrance.

JP watched astonished with a wide ass grin, his boredom already replaced with pure happiness and astonishment. I placed both my feet on the wooden door frame, which prevents the guy from not letting us go in. "JP!! Help me out here!!" The man tried to push me in as he yelled out to his friend.

"Okay."

And with that, he grabbed both my legs and helped this dude out. My face turned fully serious as they dragged me in and slowly let me down on a soft looking bed. I glared at both at them while they got ready to let go of me, until JP toon out a taser and shocked me. Then they both ran out leaving me here in pain.

"Assholes!!"

I stood up and look around the room, seeing my old stuff in here when I was kid, including my stuffed owl that I always carried around the house when I was alone with no one around. I grabbed it and gave it a tight hug, it still smells like coconut and vanilla.

"Why does this room look like my old room back in Canada?" I asked myself out loud as I sat back down on the bed with Mr. Stitch, the owl, in my arms.

The sound of the door opening was heard so I look over at the person that just walked in. There stood my parents and my uncle who had a slight grin. "Um... hey dad and mom."

"You're gay?!" My dad raised his voice at me with a slight anger and shock. "No! I'm bisexual." I talked back acting all confident. "Same shit! So where does this blue eyed guy live?" He asked me with a slight glare.

"In a building."

"Fucking Christ Evan, I'm not gonna start playing your stupid games!" He yelled at me.

"What! It's true! He lives in a building in the city of Los Santos." I told him with a innocent smile. He facepalmed and sat down on the bed next to me. "Evan, let's make this easier. What kind of connection do you have with him?" He asked me as he held my shoulder. My mother stared down at the floor with a slight frown while my uncle just watched.

"He is my boyfriend." I told him.

"Is he dominant or submissive?" He asked me again.

My cheeks turned slightly pink and said, "Dominant." His face was suddenly filled with anger but then took a deep breath and relaxed himself a bit.

"Evan, you only have one chance to call him. I can't fully trust him because he is your lover and seems taller than me, but... here." He handed me my phone back and got up, telling my mom and uncle to leave me alone here.

Once they left, I instantly unlock my phone and go to my contacts, seeing all the guys names and phone numbers but my eyes landed on Jonathan's number. I take a deep breath not knowing how he will feel by hearing my voice.

My finger press it and place the phone next to my ear. "Come on come on... answer." I pleaded until it sent me to his voicemail. I sigh and try to call him again. "Please for the love of god answer!" I hug my stuffed owl tightly, feeling so anxious about this until...

Jon - "Hello?"

"Jon! Oh thank god you answer!"

Jon - "Evan? Wait... is this a trap? Bitch if you're using my lover's voice, I will fucking murder you... slowly."

"Jonathan Dennis! It's me."

Jon - "EVAN!!! You're alive!! You don't even know how stressful and depressed I was without you."

"It has only been four days Jon. Apparently the guy you assigned me to kill is my uncle and he isn't even the mafia's boss, he is the boss' assistance. My fucking dad is the mafia's leader! How come I didn't even know about this?!"

Jon - "Evan relax, we are gonna get you back, do you even know how prepared Brock ever since I told the guys that we are gonna go beat your family's asses."

"I can already imagine it. By the way, is Bryce there?"

Jon - "Yea... why?"

"Can you please kill him because he freaking knocked me out in the middle of the fight with a metal pipe. He is part of fucking Nightclub!"

Jon - "On it."

I heard him walk around in the call and then the sound of choking.

Tyler in the background - "Jon! Let go of him!!"

Jon - "He fucking hurt Evan!!"

Through the phone I was smiling the whole time as I heard Bryce get choked by my man.

Brock in the background - "He hurt Evan? ...FUCKING MURDER THIS SON OF A BITCH!!!"

I started to chuckle just by hearing Brock yell that out.

Lui in the background - "Jonathan! You were in the middle of a call with... EVAN?! Evan is this really you? Hold on let me put it on speaker mode."

"Hey guy, I'm alive."

For the last 2 hours we kept talking and told them everything that happened here for the last four days while Jon took the passed out Bryce to the basement to get information more later on in the day. Then, Jon took the phone from everyone which made them all awe of sadness.

Jon - "So Evan, you're not injured... right?"

"Just got bruises and the rest are patched up by my uncle."

A loud knock was heard on the door and then the sound of my father's voice. "2 more minutes Evan!!" I sigh and hug and lay there on the bed with the phone next to my ear and hearing aid.

"I don't have enough time. My dad only gave me one chance to talk with you and that's it."

Jon - "I understand. Don't worry babe, we'll come for you."

I smiled as my eyes got watery and said, "I love you so much Jonathan."

He chuckled through the phone call and said,

Jon - "I love you too Evan."

That's when we hanged up and I just laid there with tears sliding down my face. My dad walked in the room with a serious expression and I handed him my unlocked phone which he gladly took away from my hand. Then he left leaving me in here alone again, locking the door right when he closed it.