"Are you sure he's here, Dmitri?"

"Its a possibility. He abandoned the other house after you left and came here to plan everything. I was supposed to meet him here two days ago with you so there's a chance he might have stayed," Dmitri told Alice through her earpiece.

She was currently in front of an abandoned building, dressed casually so she wouldn't be suspected of anything by any onlookers. Dmitri, Brock, and Jonathan were in a black van a single street away, while the rest of the gang were at home making preparations.

Taking slight precaution, Alice took out her sidearm and held it in her hands as she walked through the silent building. It wasn't that big, but it had around three or four floors so she'd have to check each one.

The first floor was vacant. There was absolutely no sign that anyone had been there for years, so she continued to the next floor using the stairs. Like the first floor, the second one was empty and dirty. There was nothing but old furniture covered in dust and dirt with cobwebs in every crack and corner.

She grimaced when she saw a large spider near her foot and silently killed it. "Dmitri, this place is giving me the creeps. There's no sign of Evan anywhere."

"Well, that's cause you're only on the second floor. Check the next two," he hissed. Although he was on their side, he didn't exactly take a liking to Alice since she had tortured him.

Ignoring Dmitri's crude tone, Alice went up to the third floor to find a spotless room. There were desks among desks. Some of them only held paperwork, others had computers. It was an amateur laboratory.

Then there were the maps and pictures hung to the wall. The maps were just of San Andreas and had little push pins in certain places. Alice made sure to take a few photos of them for later use. There was also pictures of her and the gang lined up on the wall. Each of them were connected by red string and under all of them, there was a sign labeled 'TRAITORS'. 

"This is beginning to look a lot like some weird psycho movie. I took some pictures on this floor. Sending them to you right now."

She continued looking. There was no sign of anyone living here, but there were sure signs that someone had been working here.

As soon as she got to the last floor, her heart dropped. The place was entirely clean and only held a bed and a few other things, like cabinets and drawers. Though, that wasn't what made her stop.

He was there. Peacefully sleeping on the bed with a blanket covering him.

Being as silent as she possibly could, Alice walked to the side of the bed. She heard someone say something on the other end of her earpiece but she couldn't tell what it said. She was too focused on what laid in front of her. 

Everything was his fault. Her father's disappearance and all the bad things that have happened to the club. So why did her heart flutter at the sight of him? Why did she feel so happy seeing the man who had caused her pain?

Because she was in love. She accepted she was in love with a complete psychopath. Taking the earpiece out, Alice turned it off and left it in her pocket. She kneeled next to the bed so that her face was at the same height as his.

Evan looked so peaceful. She'd seen him like this many times when she lived with him for those few months. What was she doing? This wasn't her mission. She had to leave as soon as possible. Why wouldn't her heart let her?

Her hand reached up to touch his cheek and his eyes immediately opened. 

"Hey babe," she whispered.

"Alice?" He asked in confusion, his voice a little hoarse. "No. You shouldn't be here. You should be with them. You should be happy."

There was no way to stop the few tears forming in her eyes. "I'm with you and I'm happy." She placed a kiss to his cheek. "Come on."

Then there was coughing. Uncontrollable coughing as Evan sat up. Then blood. Blood being sputtered out into the trash can beside the bed.

Evan motioned to the desk next to them and Alice rushed to it, looking through the contents. She found a needle and handed it to him.

In seconds, Evan had injected whatever was in the needle into his arm and the coughing stopped. Now it was just labored breathing.

"Evan? What was that?"

"I'm dying. After you didn't come back, I messed up. I drank so much and I went to go get your dad. There were a few guys near there and they wanted  revenge for what the gang had done to them a few years bac. They drugged me and put this liquid in my system. Then they let me go with a few needles full of whatever this is and I've been here since. It's only been a few days and I'm running out of them. They're the only things keeping me alive."

"What the fuck did you get yourself into?" Alice cried out, holding him. "You fucking idiot."

His laugh came out as a strangled cry. "I'm so sorry little one. I'd still be with you if I haven't overreacted. I was never good with alcohol. Fuck, I still need to tell you everything."

"Dmitri already did. I know what you did and what you were planning on doing and I don't really care anymore. I love you. I love you so much and I don't want you to die."

"I love you too babe, but it's already too late. Before I die, find your dad. He's in the southern part of Los Santos in an abandoned building on the corner of Fifth and Riverside."

Alice remembered it and shook her head. "I'll do that later. Right now, we're going to get you some help." She looked through the drawer again and grabbed the rest of the needles. Doing her best to lift him up, she walked down the flight of stairs leading to the ground level and outside the building.

"Alice you idiot," Jonathan shouted, seeing someone exit the building. "Why'd you turn your damn earpiece off?"

His words were stopped when he saw who she was carrying. Delirious immediately went to her side and helped her carry him.

"Take him into the back of the van. I'll explain everything on the way."

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