I'm not slacking behind that much. Also, I already have a few plots here and there. Thank you for your amazing patience. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
It was a weird feeling be without him again. Part of my mind was constantly thinking about him, what was he doing, if he was happy or sad. I suppressed this feeling, focusing on Bryce, who appeared to be the one who picked me up at the airport.

"It's good to see you again. You could have said a word before you left," Bryce smiled at me, mumbling the last part.

"Sorry, I got an important things to do," I apologized, even though I had no reason to be guilty.

"Really? Like what?" He asked mischievously, leading me to his car.

"None of your business," I replied, feeling like he was invading my personal space.

Bryce was my childhood friend, another hitman, a person you could trust with your life, but it was still too hard for me to open up to people, talk about my feelings. Especially with Evan, it was all new.

"Sure, sure. Well, the important thing is that you're back."

He didn't sound offended or hurt, making me think he knew why I left them. I got into his car, looking at the people passing by.

"I'm here only for the funeral, Bryce. I said it to Ohm clearly. My life is in LA, that's where my heart is right now," I explained, the moment he started the engine.

"Your heart or Evan?" Bryce snickered.

"You're crossing the line," I mumbled, and he grinned at me.

"Better back away then. Also, when you're going to talk with Evan again, tell him that he saved our relationship. Without him, Cry would have killed Ohm for sure."

That he would. I wonder what's Cry doing right now. He disappeared so suddenly.

The rest of the journey we were in comfortable silence, which I was enjoying so much. I could use the time for thinking about Evan. When we reached Ohm's residence, I remembered everything what had happened here really not so long ago.

"Ohm said we were going to funeral today," Bryce informed me, making me nod.

"I don't have any problems with that. Luke's family is going to be there?" I asked in whisper, recalling their faces when I told them about their son's death.

"They certainly will," Bryce smiled sadly, we both got off the car.

Walking towards the house, we walked upstairs to Ohm's office room. He was once again sitting behind the desk with a few man standing near the wall as his bodyguards.

"Delirious," Ohm smiled at me, motioning his men to walk out of the room.

"Ohm," I nodded respectfully, still knowing he buried Evan alive, something I knew I wouldn't forgive him for.

"In ready to go, but before we go, I need to talk with you," he announced, pointing at the chair.

I sat down, seeing Bryce going through his phone. Ohm was clicking his pen, showing his emotions to the world. He coughed up right as he noticed me scanning him, trying to cover up his nervousness.

"Spit it out," I mumbled, crossing my arms.

"I know what we agreed on. You're going to return back to LA right after the funeral," he started.

"Go on," I whispered, having a feeling he wanted something from me.

"I respect that. You have your own life now, your own people around you, your own targets," he continued, and I noticed Bryce's confused look, which made me think he had no idea what was Ohm pointing at.

"I do."

"Great, yeah. So this is my offer. Stay a little longer," he said firmly, looking professionally at me.

"No," I replied instantly.

"I need you, Delirious. I'm loosing my men, my family, every day. It's the gang war, especially one gang is on my ass for the long time," he explained, but I shook my head.

"I'm returning home right after the funeral," I repeated, seeing him sigh.

"Please, please I beg you. Kill the leader of their gang for me," he pleaded, and I frowned.

"I'm really sorry Ohm, but I refuse to work for you. You have Bryce to be your hitman in things like these," I said, when he stood up, swiping all the things from the table furiously.

"I can't loose him, ok?! What's the deal here? You just kill him, it's going to take you like 5 minutes, no mistakes, no witnesses. I'm your childhood friend," he yelled at me.

I understand perfectly his situation. I knew he was frustrated not winning in their gang war, I knew he was afraid of loosing his man, loosing Bryce eventually, but I made promise to Evan, and that was something more stronger than this.

"You hurt Evan, you fucking forced me to let Delirious out, just because you wanted to kill Bryce! We all could have died," I replied, my voice shaking in anger.

"I don't understand why are you so soft suddenly! You were always the bravest one of us all, you hadn't had a single problem of following the orders when my father was in charge! Do it, or else..."

Your father used me because Delirious was stronger than any of you.

"Are you threatening me?" I growled, standing up as well, so we were looking at each other on the same level.

"Calm down, both of you!" Bryce joined the conversation.

"I'm not as good as you're. Besides, they surely know about my presence here, but they don't expect Delirious to be here. I'll fly over LA, I'll watch over Evan for you," Bryce quickly continued, making me growl.

I don't want anybody babysitting Evan. I want to be with him myself.

"Don't let me die, Delirious, don't do this to me," Ohm whispered desperately.

"I-I'll think about that, but this is not my final decision."

I could bring Evan here.

"Alright then, we're ready to go to the funeral," Bryce stated, carefully watching both of us.

I stood up, silently following them. I wanted to call Evan, or just text him, but I didn't want to be too bothering. He was doing his things. All of us changed into more suitable clothes, and in the no time we reached the destination.

The moment we stepped in, a sad atmosphere hit us all. I noticed only a few people, his family and the pastor, in the room, nobody else.

During the pastor's speech, a silent sobs here and there, I was remembering everything I had been through with my best friend. I remember how he saved me, how we were killing together. It got me good.

Only if he gave me an opportunity to explain things, only if we could talk once again.

I couldn't believe that he was driven by the revenge this whole time, to the point he was turned completely against me. Everything, the atmosphere and the speech, overwhelmed me to the point, that I realized how much I cared about the other two men, how much I cared about Tyler and mostly about Evan.

After the ceremony, we could say our last goodbye to him, before he was carried to the graveyard and buried there. His family went first, which gave me the perfect opportunity to speak with Ohm again. Before I could do that, Luke's mother approached me.

"Please," she whispered, making me feel so down all of the sudden.

"What?" I replied silently.

"Kill the one who did this to our son. You were his best friend, he cared about you the most, even before he moved out, you were his idol, his inspiration. Do this last thing for him. Please."

I felt cornered, by the woman with emotions, but I also knew Luke deserved better than this. Even after what everything he had done to me.

"I will revenge him, ma'am. You have my word here," I said firmly, feeling like this was the satisfaction he would wanted.

She nodded, leaving me. I nodded, walking right towards Ohm who was standing with Bryce by the wall.

"I'm willing to help you, but I want something in exchange," I said the moment I approached him.

"Really? Yes! Anything," he replied, and I noticed Bryce smiling warmly.

"After I kill the man you need me to kill, you'll tell me what Delirious wanted from you, the vial you gave him," I said firmly, and he nodded.

"Of course," he whispered.

"And I'm going after the fucker who killed Luke, if he isn't dead already, and I want you give me your word to help me if I ask for it," I continued, seeing him smile widely.

"Family needs to stick together in the times like these. You have my full support."

After everybody said their goodbyes to Luke, it was my turn. I was standing near the coffin, sighing loudly. Fighting the strong urge inside me, I lost. Opening the coffin so I could see my best friend for the last time, I froze to death.

His coffin was empty.