Now Seth isn't complete without his older brother Jordan! Good lord the things I would let him do. Lol, the next chapter is where we FINALLY see Evan! You waited this long, I think it's finally time. The song is Keep it Mellow by Marshmello ft. Omar LinX

(Hopes POV)

     I press the soaked rag covered in rubbing alcohol onto Evan's shoulder. His hand grips onto my shoulder as I wipe the area clean.

    "It doesn't make fucking sense, why didn't they go after her?" Brian says behind me as he was being cleaned up by Craig.

     "Because her boyfriend Jordan doesn't want her getting hurt that's what," Evan says as he hisses in pain as I press the rag deeper into his wound.

     "Enough, do you really think I would go for him after what he did to everyone?" I ask as I move to his bicep bullet wound.

     "Were you planning on going after him in general?" Evan asks. I glare at him as I press the rag into the would. He yells out in pain as he pushes me away.

     "I don't want another fucking wound woman holy shit! I can patch myself up, just go straighten up the kitchen until I get in there." He says as he grabs at the bandages next to him. I throw the rag at him and cross my arms.

     "The only reason they aren't here still is because of me so a thank you would be appreciated that you aren't looking like Brian or Tyler!" I storm out of the armory and to the kitchen like Evan told me to do. Probably because I'm a woman that's why.

     I get to the messy kitchen and start grabbing the empty wrappers from the tacos and burritos and throw them in the trashcan. I kneel on the ground and pick up the tiny lettuce that fell and also throw it in the trash.

     "What deal did you make with them Shortcake?" Brian asks. I don't bother looking at him as I go to the island to clean up the half-eaten food. I brush my hair behind my ear and roll up the sleeves to my crop top hoodie.

    "I'm not mad at you Hope. I just want to make sure you're not risking your life for us, we can handle them again if it comes down to it." He says. I continue to be silent as I throw away the food. I go back to the island again as he picks me up and sets me on the marble counter.

     "Hope I'm not just going to stand here and let you do this for us, I'm sorry but it's not happening." He crosses his arms as he positions himself so he's standing in front of me now, blocking me from going anywhere.

     "I'll be fine Brian. If they wanted to hurt me, they would've when they came and attacked us remember?" I give a fake smile to him, but he doesn't buy it.

    "Last time I heard, 'I'll be fine Brian' you weren't fine. I'm not Evan, I know when you're lying to me. I've known you for how many years now Hope?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders and look down at my lap.

     "Eight years Hope. I know you more than any guy in here, including Evan. Now, are you going to tell me what deal you made with Rolling Crips or am I just going to have to keep asking until you decide to tell me?" He asks. I roll my eyes and look up at him.

     "You're not my boyfriend anymore Brian, you don't have to worry about me anymore." I sass back. He gives me an annoyed look as he takes a step closer to me.

     "Last time that I checked, we still care about each other. Not to mention your current boyfriend or ex or whatever the hell he is to you isn't in here checking up on you, I am. I'm the one making sure you're not going on a fucking suicide mission for a group of gang members." He says. He's right, Evan and I really didn't establish what we are really.

     "Don't tell Evan or anyone else. I was told no one can come, that I had to go alone and defenseless. At two in the morning I'm supposed to go to the nightclub Galaxy and then when I'm there I'm getting the rest of my instructions." I shrug my shoulders as I hop off of the counter, he doesn't move though so he's practically pressing up against me.

     "So a suicide mission got it. Didn't you oh I don't know think before you speak like you should?" His voice rising a bit. I sigh and shake my head.

     "I said I'll do anything when they took you outside. That's when I started freaking out because I thought if I did something they wouldn't hurt you or anyone else. I'm sorry Bri (Again say it how you would say Brian without the 'an'!)." I watch as his shoulders drop and he looks to his side at the ground.

     "I guess you were looking out for us huh. What did they say if you didn't go or if someone came with you?" He asks.

     "That they would come back here and do worse to you guys." I quietly say. He brushes his hair with his fingers as he shakes his head.

(Evans POV)

      Well, that's great to know, I'd rather it be my life than hers. I look at my phone as I look up the nightclub 'Galaxy'. The club comes up with a picture of it as well as some information about it. Sure enough, it's owned by Jordan Hayes and co-owned by Seth Hayes. I click on the Jordans name as it takes me to the images. The first one of him is in a suit as he crosses his legs and looks away from the camera, the photo in black and white. I roll my eyes and put my phone back in my pocket. I walk into the kitchen like I didn't just overhear their entire conversation. Hope looks at me and lowers her head as she turns around and continues to clean. Brian sighs as he walks away from both of us.

     "You don't have to clean Hope, I was just... upset. I would think a guy would know to step back once he knows a girl is taken but I guess I was wrong. Here, you sit down and eat and I'll finish up cleaning." I say as I go to the counter and look at the bullet hole in the wall, I look away from it and start putting some dishes in the sink.

     "I'm not really hungry anymore. I think I'm just going to go to bed early instead." Yeah and then leave in the middle of the night for you to get kidnapped by a fucking psychopath who wants you to himself.

     "You sure, I can whip you up something if you don't want Taco Bomb," I say turning around. A small smile goes to her face as she nods her head. I smile back at her as I go to the fridge and freezer to see what I can make.

     "From what we have, which isn't munch. I can make some... peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?" I ask rather than tell as I turn to look at her. She starts laughing as she gets up from her seat and walks over to me. She pulls me in a hug as she looks at the empty fridge with me.

     "Just don't burn it like you burnt the chicken alfredo." She teases as she plants a kiss on my cheek.

      We went to bed at around midnight, well more like after she went to bed I went to my office while she slept in my room. I was staying up so I can at least watch her leave without her knowing I'm awake. I even went as far as putting some pillows where I would usually sleep so she wouldn't suspect anything. 1:20 rolled around and I heard my bedroom door close. 

     My office was near the entrance of the warehouse, she'll see the light from my computer. I click the button for my monitor and spin around in my chair. I changed into a sleeveless black hoodie and black jeans with my white hightops. I waited as I heard quiet footsteps walk past the office and head to the front door. Who's car is she even going to take if her's is back in my- I slap my forehead, why didn't I hide the fucking keys?!

     I waited for her to close the front door before throwing up my hood and putting my glasses on, fake ID's don't fail me now. I walked out of my office and quietly walked to the front door. I pressed my ear against the door and waited for my cars engine to start up, but it never did. I open up the door and watch as a cab turns the corner, going away from the warehouse and to the club. I look over and sure enough my car is still sitting there, untouched. Better get there before something bad happens.

(Hopes POV)

     I paid the cab driver as well as gave him a tip. I wave bye as I walk up the small line. The bouncer looks over at me and gasps as he opens the door for me, letting me skip the line altogether.

     "Entry and drinks are on the house all thanks to the owner." He smiles at me. My outfit is nowhere near club attire, my red hightops, black leggings, and one of my baggy red shirts. I looked like a fucking bum honestly.

     I went into the club with my hands in my pockets. I looked around at the different people who stared right back at me. Who exactly am I supposed to be looking for?! I guess the best place to start is the bar. I turn the corner and was greeted by familiar flashing lights and lasers dancing all over the place. Girls danced in cages all around the dance floor. I spotted a huge bar in the corner and made my way over to it.

     I sit at an empty barstool and was greeted by a smiling bartender.

     "Two shots of fireball coming right up Ms. De Santa. I was told it's a special drink for you." The bartender says as she bends down and gets two shot glasses. Of course, the drink I ordered when I met Jordan. 

     A tap came on my shoulder, I tensed up and braced myself. I turn around and was greeted by the tall man known as Jordan. He was wearing the same dog tags from the party as well as a black dress shirt and pants.

     "I guess we just keep running into each other huh?" He asks as he takes the empty seat next to me. I hold my breath as the bartender hands me the two shots. I quickly down both of them, let's get this done an over with.

     "Go on, tell me what you want me to do," I say. He stares at the empty shot glasses almost in shock, then back to me.

     "I wanted you to come out here, that's what. I know earlier was a pretty traumatic episode, so I thought you could use a night out by yourself for once. When was the last time it was just you having fun by yourself hm?" He says over the music. I shrug my shoulders as I look around the club some more. 

     My eyes landing on a familiar face wearing glasses. He fucking followed me here, didn't he?! How though?! Brian didn't tell him... unless... he fucking overheard the conversation. I keep scanning the place like I didn't just lock eyes with Evan for a second.

     "Where're your little henchmen at? I'm waiting for them to come out and take me hostage." I say. He chuckles as he shakes his head.

     "It's just me tonight Hope. Now, they didn't hurt you did they? I told them if they hurt you it was their life on the line." Great, I have multiple people's lives on the line. I shake my head no.

     "No, they hurt Evan, Brian, and Tyler until I stepped in and said something. No, what do you really want, because if it's nothing I want to enjoy myself tonight before Evan realizes I'm gone." I cross my arms. He smiles and nods his head.

     "Good girl, just like you were told. I always go for the obedient girls, however, you are a challenge." He gives me a wink as the bartender hands him a whiskey glass filled with brown liquid. He takes a couple of sips of it and sets the glass down.

     "What's the dog tags for, did you serve or something?" I ask. He looks down at his chest as he picks up the two dog tags.

     "I didn't, no, they're my buddies who did though. It's why at the end of the night I leave a glass of whiskey for him until the next day." He lets go of the tags and drinks the rest of his drink. My vision started to get a little blurry, I'm not drunk already, there's no way in hell. No... fuck are you fucking kidding me?! He fucking roofied me?! Well, he didn't but I bet he had the bartender do it for him.

     "Where's the bathroom at? I've been having to pee since I got here." I say. He turns and points to the back corner of the club. 

     I get up, my vision already becoming worse, maybe I can get there and get someone to help me before I pass out. I hold my hands out in front of me as I stumble around, just make it Hope! I feel my heart rate speed up as I take another step and my vision going completely dark. I felt my body and face hit the tiled floor, making it the last thing I remembered.