Sorry for this short chapter. This is one of a bunch I'm not really pleased with. 😫😕
Anyway, I wish you great day ☀️❤️. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV) 
I already acknowledged the fact that I felt like a body without a soul. The day Craig left me, he never actually came back. And I didn't even wished for that to happened. I was happy for him, happy for his strong relationship with Tyler. I looked at the mask for a millionth time and I took a deep breath.

Time for a quick visit.

I was determined what to do next with my life, and I felt proudness filling my body. He showed me the way, and I was willingly going to listen. I wanted to call Frank, but it would be so unfair to do it a few days before Christmas. He surely wanted to celebrate with his family. So I grabbed my car keys and drove myself to Tyler's house.

I knocked on the door, waiting for any answers. Tyler opened the door for me, and I walked in fully confident.

"What are you doing here? Nobody invited you," he said, closing the door behind me.

I knew he had to be pissed, especially when he wanted to kill me. But I lost everything, I wasn't afraid of him.

"Teach me," I said, causing him to stop in every movement.

"Excuse me?" He turned himself to me, crossing the arms.

"I want you to teach me how to be the hitman. I have money resources to buy anything I need."

"Are you fucking out of your mind? That's a big fucking no I'm giving you right now. Get lost," he snapped at me, and I shook my head.

"Tyler I'm terribly sorry for what happened. I... I really am. It's my fault. Delirious was there to save me. It's all my fault, but I want to make sure that he lives on. That his work and name lives on. I know I lack skills but that's why I'm here. You can teach me the basics," I tried to convince him.

"You're the fucking reason why he's dead, and now you have the courage to show in my house and talk about some shit like this?"

"Give me a chance, please. Look, I've ran through some pages on the internet and-" I wanted to talk, when Tyler cut me off.

"You really think I'll let you? Who do you wanna impress? Delirious is fucking dead! Was it too hard to say my name? You hate me, don't you? Why didn't you say my name!"

Because Craig loves you. And because Delirious cared about you as well.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Why do you want to do it?" He asked, and I sighed.

"Because I feel like this way I'm gonna be close to him. He risked his life to get me out of that house, he payed for it, and I own him. I loved him, Tyler."

"You what?" He blinked several times.

"Will you teach me?" I asked again.

"Did he know about your feelings?" He answered me with question.

"No."

"I'll help you. But keep in your mind that I'm not hitman. I've done some bad shit, but never were as good as Delirious himself. I'm gonna teach you how to use guns, I'll show you we're you can practice."

I nodded my head, then watched him pull out his phone. Texted somebody, then looked at me.

"Where's Craig?" I asked, and he took a deep breath.

"I just texted him, he's out."

Out? With who? What's he doing there? Why didn't he tell me?

"Let's go," he commanded, and I silently followed him.

We made a few stops at some other houses. With each stop we brought some bags and crates into the car. I remembered that moment when we were going to save Craig.

I won't let you down, Delirious. And I'll use my skills to get rid of the three guys who tore us apart. Luke, Mark and Jack.

The whole ride was silent, we were both in our thoughts. After Tyler's car stopped, I got off. I wasn't recognizing the place much, I only knew we weren't in LA anymore. There was the small cabin, and shooting place with target dummies placed all over the place. I helped Tyler with the bags, and followed him to the table outside, where we put all the bags. He opened one of them, pulling out some guns.

"We will start with handguns. This is one of the common one, used by American police officers. It's called Glock 22. I won't bother you with more boring details about it," he started, and I scanned the gun he was pointing at.

"This one, right here, is M17. It belongs in US military forces," he continue.

I wonder if Delirious knew all about them. I want to be like him, I want to feel everything he felt, and I won't stop now.