Dylan's Pov:

They're here.

I started to breathe heavily, I don't know how to handle this. Louis never told me how to handle this. All I knew is that I had to get out and fast. I know there is a big window on the second floor that was left unlock that I could get out of. But I would have to be quiet and fast.
I could see the red and blue lights shining on the walls. I could hear yelling, and a lot of it. I ran upstairs and looked around. The only light was from the police lights and the street lights, it was almost completely pitch black. I tried to control my heavy breathing when all the sudden I felt hands on my shoulders. I turned around to see Kevin.

"Okay, we are getting out of here. You need to come with me." Kevin whispered to me. He grabbed his handcuffs, put them on my hands and put my hands behind my back. He walked me down stairs and walked me out of the bank. Police where lined up with guns and pointing them strait at me.

"It's okay guys, I got it from here." Kevin loudly said to all of the cops. After all he is the chief of the police department. He does what he wants. All the cops put their guns down and watched my every move. Kevin pushed me into his police car.

"What in the bloody hell do you think you where doing?!" Kevin yelled at me. "Especially without Louis!"

"I thought I could handle it." I said sternly to him.

Kevin let out a heavy sigh before speaking, "Dylan, you realize without me , you would be in prison."

I nodded at him.

"Louis was supposed to be with me. But he didn't show. I thought I could handle it. I guess he ditched me."

"Or he meant to do that."

Louis wouldn't do that to me. We are too close. Sure we have had tough times , but he wouldn't do that to me.

"We need to come up with a plan to get Louis back for what he's done."

Louis' Pov:

I decided to let Mike, Jude and Rafael sleep at my house. We where all exhausted and I was too tired to drive them all home. We pulled up in the driveway of the mansion. We got out of the car and we all went inside and they all went to a guest bedroom.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet. I poured some of the whiskey into the cup and drank it . Letting the intoxicating fluid go down slowly. Janet would always make sure I would never get too drunk, but she's not here. Not anymore.

"How am I going to tell Evan and Tyler?" I mumbled to myself before taking down another shot of whiskey.

Their mom meant so much to me. She was always there when I needed her. She was like the mother I never had. I looked down to see the tattoo on my wrist with the initials "J.F" Janet Fagan. I felt a tear stream down my cheek. She's gone. She's really gone.