<<Evan POV>>

I was a little curious to see what happened to 'Jaime' I tightened my lips as I waited for Luke to speak. He sighed before looking at us with pleading eyes.

"Jaime..she..she's dead, Jon." Jon took a breath but it sounded hitched. "I-I was just as baffled as you are now. I got a call, well actually you did. Back in NC, you were upstairs and I answered your phone. Allan called for you but I said it was me, he told me all the unexplainable things he did to her before he finally snapped her spinal cord in half, killing her instantaneously." Jon was sighing, moving around, and most of all. Crying.

"You..You couldn't tell me sooner?" He breathed.

"He told me to never tell, he said he threw her body out the window of his car on the drive from Cali to here." Jon had enough as it seemed. He stood and paced around, a pissed look painted all over his face like a painting. He then reached for a knife hidden in his back pocket. He twirled it, gliding the silver between his fingers like silk of a ribbon. Jon had a look in his eye, one I don't like and that sent shivers through me.

"Jon. I know what your thinking, but you think it'll solve anything?" Luke stood up, reaching for his knife. Jonathan pushed him away and pointed the knife at him.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me." His eyes said it all, that he was lost in his own mind. Tyler also reached but got pushed into the couch, hitting his head on the window. Luke made a run for the bag, but Jon tripped him. Jon rose the knife to stab him, I grabbed his arm. He glared at me, tugging his arm away from my grasp. He stared at me, mentally telling to me to back off, but I refused. My hand came up slowly, reaching for his shoulder.

"Stop." Was all I said as I placed my hand softly to his shoulder. He seemed to lean into my touch, he calmed down, mentally telling himself it was ok. Luke got up and ran past us, breaking the contact. Luke rushed to the unconscious Tyler's aid.

"Tyler? Tyler, wake up." Luke shook him. Jon groaned behind me, I turned around, he rubbed his head.

"What..? What happened to him?" Jonathan asked, Tyler wasn't responding to Luke's actions. Luke shook his head.

"He isn't moving, I'm going to stay here with him. Evan, do you know where Brock is?"

"He should be at his hotel. If not, I have no idea."

"Good, go find him. Jonathan, stay with him in case shit happens." Luke said, we stood there for a moment until he shooed us out of the room, carrying Wildcat to the bed. Me and Jonathan walked in silence until we got out of the hotel.

"Hey, uh..thanks. For bringing me back to consciousness." He said, breaking the silence.

"Don't mention it." We raised quiet for a little bit longer until he coughed, getting my attention again.

"Listen, I have a confession to make."

"Ok..?"

"Back in the hotel room, before today, I was-"

"Evan!" I turned and found Brock parking his car and running over to us. "Where have you been? I've been calling your cell!" He held up his phone, which was still dialing mine.

"Shit, sorry. We actually came looking for you. Is Keira with you?"

"Yeah, she's in the car. Why?"

"Let me drive." We walked back in the car, Keira was surprised that I was sitting in the drivers seat. "So, Jon. Continue?"

"I went through your stuff in the hotel room." He said quickly.

"What the fu-"

"Don't, I didn't see anything. All I was doing, was doing my job. When I did work for Allan." Keira turned toward him.

"You worked for my brother? What the fuck!" Brock gave him a death glare.

"Hey, Hey, he helped his friend escape. He's here to help now, just keep him alive until we get there?" I asked, the nodded, Jonathan seemed a bit relieved and grateful that I said what I did. We pulled into Mandalay Bay's parking garage and took them up to Jon and Luke's room. Luke jumped out of surprise when we came but let us in.

"Why'd you bring them here?"

"Well it's a whole lot safer than out there, don't you think?" Jonathan answered.

"Okay, tell us what the hell is happening now." Brock said. Luke sighed and handed him his backpack. They looked through it, being careful not to set off the 'weapons' in there. "Why do you have this?"

"It was originally meant for Allan, Lui, and their crew. I had a change of heart and decided to tell you instead of killing you." He gestured at Brock. "Lui and Allan are after you, me, and Jonathan. Now, you may think that all this is a load of bullshit. But believe me, we're your only shot."

"What're you gonna do? We have the plans, turn them in!"

"Yeah-" Jonathan shushed Luke.

"I won't allow it." He said. Everyone, except Tyler, was a bit agitated. "I can't let them off easy. Not this time."

"Why? What did they do?" Brock was not really asking, just seeing what his excuse was. I can see in his eyes he doesn't really trust Jon like I do.

"They killed my sister, I'm not letting that slide. Ever." He growled. Brock nodded, unsurely though. He turned his attention back to Luke.

"And you said Lui was apart of this?"

"Yeah," Luke backed away from Jonathan's hand over his mouth. "He was in love with Keira, and when you two got engaged, he just got insane." Brock sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Would I have to postpone the wedding?" He asked.

"No! Honey, No!" Keira rubbed circles in his back. "We'll hide out with them until things get the all clear. We'll still have our wedding." She smiled, he looked at her and smiled back, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"What did I do to deserve you?" I looked at Jonathan, he had this kinda uneasy and a bit of embarrassment look on his face.

"You okay, Jon?" Luke asked, Jon nudged his head to the bathroom where they went together. Moments later, we heard muffled voices having a small conversation. I looked at Tyler, past Brock. He was still unconscious, and had a water bowl and a wash cloth beside him. I walk over and kneel down, getting the wash cloth wet placing it on his forehead. He groaned and his eyelids moved. He slowly blinked them open but hissed as he tried to move his head.

"What happened? What time is it?" He asked, looking at the window in the corner of his eye. I shrugged, and felt his head.

"You feel okay?"

"Yeah I guess s-" Loud knocks and laughter came from the other side of the door. Brock got up and slowly answered it, my heart sped up in fear of what would happen, but it slowed down when I saw Brock smile.

"They're here!"