Hollywood Undead Boy x Boy (Discontinued)

Seductive In Red 3: The End

This is long. Sorry. Updating tonight so not tomorrow.
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George opened the double doors that lead into his office. Jordan was telling the truth and by God, sometimes he wish he was unreliable.

"Drake. What are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead." He said through gritted teeth. Drake set down a picture of George and his friends, making it face towards him. He sat up in the office chair, his office chair, and pressed the tips of his fingers together to form a pyramid with his hands. Suddenly George was forced into one of the leather seats in front of his desk.

"I was, in a metaphorical way. Then I met this lovely little beauty and well, she's told me things about you that I'm sure your closest friends don't even know." As he struggled he looked towards the darkest corner in his office. There, looking like hell on wheels, was a woman scorned named Ashley.

Fuck. George snapped in his head.

"It's always nice to be reacquainted with old friends isn't it Johnny?" The albino male smirked.

"Go to hell you Snow White bitch." He growled. Drake nodded slowly before snapping his fingers. George's left cheek was struck in an instant with the magazine of a pistol.

"You maybe wondering where your little crew is, well they're currently being dealt with in your own club, sorry, my club the club you stole after you had your friend's try to snuff me out. That hurt Georgie." Drake placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt.

"You deserved after what you put those girls through and my friends. If your friends know what's good for them they'll run away with their tails in between their legs." George was struck again. "Where the hell is Jordan! He called me from here."

"Oh that short, naive moron? Outback, in the trash." Ashley smirked before biting her nail in a seductive manner.

"What!" George shot up, almost pulling the two guys that were holding him down. As he was about to grab Drake over the desk, he was pulled back and punched. He fell back into the chair, dazed. Drake stood up, the desk back of the desk chair slamming against the wall.

"Now we're gonna talk business, and you're gonna behave or else that little angel of yours get two on the head, joking the rest of your friends." Ashley pushed the chair forward as he started to sit down, landing right in the chair. George's heart came to a stop. How did he know about Danny.

Outside

Jordan gasped deeply before coughing violently. He sat up instantly, sinking into the trash bags slightly.

"Jesus fuck, I thought you'd never wake up." Jordan blocked the back light with his hand.

"Aron?" He asked, clearly confused and slight dazed. Aron, despite his stature, helped him out with ease. Understandably, he was shoved away from the tiny male.

"You just choked me out, why are you helping me!"

"Shh! You trying to die!" Aron hissed, covering his mouth. Jordan ripped his hand from his mouth.

"Wasn't I suppose to!" He whispered, half serious.

"Shut up and come on, we have to get out of here. Unless you want to die." Aron said.

"No I'm good." Aron nodded and moved towards the side of the building, the still confused but grateful Jordan close behind. The two snuck around the corner and snuck up behind two guys that were guarding the car. Both put each in a headlock and tightened their arms until they passed out.

"I got the keys." Jordan tossed them over the car into Aron's hands. They got into the car and sped out, heading in the direction of the club.

"Fuck! Turn around we have to get Danny!" Jordan yelled.