Well, I wasn't thinking I could write the chapter this soon, but here you go 😂❤️😍. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
The alarm clock violently dragged me to the reality world, and it took me a few seconds to realize where I was and what I was doing here. I wasn't even sure for a few seconds if Delirious' visit in the night was real or not, but I was certain, now more than ever, that he was here.

I grabbed my phone, and quickly calling Ohm. In case of helping Delirious out, I needed to know how our victim looks like at least.

"Evan, you still alive? Is Delirious ok?" Ohm asked, and I sat up, prevent falling asleep again.

"We're both fine. I just need a favor," I greeted him, still bit mad at him for making my lover break his promise.

"A favor? What can I do for you? Do you need a way out? We can make some distraction, no problem at all. Question is, is William dead?"

"Well, it's not that easy as it sounds like. I need you to send me photos of William, if you can," I replied, receiving a hum as an immediate response.

"I'll send it to you right away. You sure you don't need our help there? I know Delirious is a bit egoistic if it comes to doing his job, and he rarely asks for the help, that's why I ask you," Ohm said, and I smiled when he talked about Jonathan.

"I'm sure we have it under our control. By the way, I just want you to know that after we're done here, I'm taking Delirious back to LA," I replied, feeling proprietary over Delirious.

I just want to spend a few days with him without anyone intervening. Is that too much to ask?

"I'm well aware. I'll send you those photos now, take care."

I hung up without any hesitation, feeling so good about myself, even though I wasn't even sure what Delirious wanted in the first place.

Getting myself of the bed, I took a shower, hoping it would wake me up properly. I somehow felt today wasn't to be a good day, just waiting for something bad to happen.

Checking my phone I saw a message from Ohm, and I quickly looked at the photos he sent me. I tried to memorize the main features of the man we were hunting down.

I took my guard clothes on, feeling already more authoritative than before. I made a few "badass" expressions in the mirror, when a knock on the door made me jump like a deer.

"Are you coming? It's a waking up routine."

I heard Walter's voice, and I nodded, even though he couldn't see that. Checking if I had all necessary things with me, I opened the door and followed my boss.

We walked around the cell block A, waking up all the inmates. I tried to look tough, but I catch myself following him like a obedient dog, while he did the talking. This gave me the perfect opportunity to scan each and single one of the man, trying to find the one we were looking for. Without any luck though.

Walking from the lunch towards my room, I heard a crowd's cheering, hitting sounds. I walked towards showers, just behind the laundry room. There were already a few guards, amusedly watching what was going on, the rest of the people were just inmates.

"C'mon, Moore! I know you hate me. Hit me!"

Recognizing the name, and mainly the voice, I pushed through the crowd, curious what was going on. I saw Delirious on his knees on the ground, his lip and nose bleeding. He spat out the blood, breathing heavily.

"Hit me!" Everson yelled, punching my Jonathan.

The hit made Delirious' head turn to the right, his eyes closed, before he looked back at Everson with so much rage. My heart bled from this picture.

Why isn't he fighting back?! Jonathan!

I instinctively did a step forward, wanting to save him, not even thinking about what Delirious told me the other day.

"What do you want, Rookie?" Everson turned his head towards me, making everybody look at me.

"You brought a backup? Him? That's ridiculous," Delirious said aloud, his voice without any expressions.

It quickly reminded me his other persona, the heartless and cold blooded one. The one who wanted me dead.

"I don't need anybody!" Everson growled, hitting my lover once again.

"Is your name William? I'm pretty sure you should get back to your job. Although, I will definitely visit you, pretty flower," Delirious smirked at me, receiving another hit.

My heart was racing so fast, my whole body shaking. I quickly put pieces together, understanding Delirious' secret message. I turned around, quickly walking away.

It was an afternoon free time, during which the guards were suppose to be on the lookout. I was growing desperate, refusing to leave Delirious without helping him out, without getting the mission done. I still saw the picture of Everson hitting Jonathan in front of my eyes, and I tried really hard focus on what I was suppose to do. As I was studying the photos of William, an idea popped in my mind.

Walter's office!

I smiled to myself, quickly leaving my room. I reached my destination in a few seconds, mainly because it was on the same floor as my room. Putting my ear on the door, I listened for a few seconds. As I didn't hear anything, I knocked, just to be sure.

After hearing no response, I looked around and opened the door. I didn't want to waste any more of our precious time, quickly walking to the files.

Willam Lockwood! C'mon.

I felt my racing heart in my chest, trying to jump out. I was so nervous, terrified to be caught. But even after few minutes I couldn't find any files with that name. Growling in frustration, I closed my eyes.

I would say that guy who directed Delirious to the prison lied to him, but he said he trusted him. And I trust Delirious. But what now? Maybe he escaped, or got transferred?

I walked towards the door, already having my hand on the handle, when a random thought just popped in my mind.

Wait! What if he's here, but not under his true name. Just like Jonathan.

I quickly returned back, going through every damn file and looking at the photos. After few more minutes, which felt like eternity, I finally found him.

Samuel White, fuck you!

I grabbed the file with intention to bring it to Delirious, when I heard footsteps coming towards the door. Panic took control of my body, my eyes quickly scanning the best way to hide. I hid behind the sofa, just at the moment the door opened.

"All I'm saying is that I'm slowly getting crazy there," an unfamiliar voice spoken up, right after the door got closed.

"What more do you want from me? I did what I could to keep you safe," Walter replied, and I heard them walking towards the place where table and chairs were.

"I know. You could have made me one of your guards at least, not a fucking prisoner," the man replied, his voice shaking in anger.

"We talked about this, William. If Ohm is after you, and he already sent his hitman out, you're an easy target on everyone's eyes. Solitary is the only place nobody would be looking for you, and a place nobody can reach you. How's that man between them doing?" Walter asked, and I felt my heart skip a few beats.

"He said he was working on it, trying to get Ohm's trust or whatever," the other man mumbled.

"How hard it is to kill him? Don't tell me he's incapable of doing that," Walter spat out.

"It would be fucking easy if he wouldn't have had that hitman around him all the time. I'm telling you, they're sucking their dicks each night. Look... my man is doing what he can, I trust him," the man said, and I realized what he was saying.

What?! Wait! Ohm has an enemy within his gang. Maybe that's why he needed Delirious so bad, because William was always one step ahead. I need to warn him!

"Alright, then don't cry over my shoulder. You should get back, before others-"

His speech was interrupted by the phone. I almost jumped, having a heart attack. I tried to pulled it out as fast as I could. There was Craig's name on it, and the only thing I could do was to cancel his call.

The room sunk into the silence, and I knew I was royally fucked, just at the moment the sofa was moved away. I wasn't even breathing, how terrified I was, frozen in place.

"Evan Fong. What a pleasant surprise," Walter smiled at me, while I quickly got on my feet.

"I think I found you new inmate into your cell, William. One guard more or less, nobody is going to question it. And if yes, you took very long vacation. You've been missing two times already anyway."

I tried to ran towards the door, opening them, right after being tackled down. I gasped for the air as I hit the cold ground, but before I could get to my senses again, I already had handcuffs on me. They both grabbed me from each side, dragging me somewhere else.

"No! No! No! Stop! Stop!"

I tried to defend myself, kicking anywhere I could, but it was for nothing. My desperate screams echoed through the hallways, but I was sure they were quickly lost in the noises of the prison.

Jonathan!