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The next chapter has Delirious in it (finally, huh?). We've hit 80k view 😱😱 INSANE! Thank you so so so much! This means so much to me, it's like a motivation for me 😊☺️. Enjoy ^.^
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(Evan POV)
I walked around the house, looking for the ladder. I had prepared some excuses, if things would gone bad.

Grabbing the ladder, I put it against the wall, making sure it was stabilized. I remembered my childhood, how I used this ladder every time I went out without my parents knowing.

I wasn't scared at all. At least not from the scenario if my father would have caught me. It felt like any other day for me, but I was terrified about something else.

The idea of failing, made my hands shake, my heart race. The idea of never see Delirious again, was too real and too close for me. And I knew I couldn't fuck anything up.

I climbed through my window, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness inside my room. Quickly, I ran through my plan, making sure I remember where my father was keeping all his money.

I opened the door, listening for any sound of the intruders. After a few seconds, I bravely took a few steps into the hallway. Walking silently and steadily, I somehow made it to my father's office. There were so many things, from books in the bookshelves to papers on the table.

I didn't waste my time on the unnecessary things, even though this was the first time I had an opportunity to be in his office more then a few minutes. He had never let me into his room, always saying he had a lot of work. But I was disobeying person, curious kid, and I remember where he put his bags full of money.

I slowly pushed the old closet, hoping nobody would hear a thing. There was a painting on the wall, so I removed it. Like a shining treasure greeted me a safe with a number lock on it. There was an eleven number written on the small paper, maybe so the old man couldn't forget.

Fuck! Alright, let me think about this. So the code is 11 number long. How the fuck should I guess this?

I tried so many combination, frustrated that it didn't work. I knew I was wasting my time, and with each passing minute my vision of Delirious was slowly disappearing into the mist. I felt like I was failing him, not good enough to save him and be by his side. And with each passing second I felt more and more desperate.

Eleven numbers! You old fucker! Wait a minute... wait a minute! 2,9,1,2,0,0,5,2,0,1,4! That's it.

I heard a satisfying clicking sound, smiling like an idiot. I felt new hope flowing through me, determined to do anything. I opened the safe, quickly putting all of his money into my bag. Not wasting any more of my time, I closed the safe, returning the closet back to its place. I turned myself, just to met pair of eyes.

"Really?"

My heart skipped a beat and I gripped the bag in my hands even tighter. Like a plain gesture that I was willing to fight for it.

"I'm sorry, mum. But I need it more than him," I whispered, trying to walk around her.

Her fingers wrapped around my arm, like a spider's web around the fly. Looking down at her, I saw so much disappointment in her eyes.

"Stealing? Is that the way you're living now? Are you on drugs?" She started her interrogation.

"No. I just need money, and I know he doesn't need them right now," I replied in whisper.

"Money for what exactly? You could have just say something, I would have lend you some."

"Mum... the amount of money I need is not something you could just give me. And it's not for drugs. I need to go now," I tried to move, but her grip tightened.

"Tell me what for, or I'll call your father immediately," she threatened me.

"You wouldn't understand. Please, I need to go," I begged her silently.

I couldn't let her destroy my plan. We had so little time left, everybody counted on me. Without me, Delirious would be in Cry's hand, and even though I didn't know anything about that hitman, the idea of somebody else having my Delirious, was killing me.

"Just tell me. I'll try to understand. From the second time you were kidnaped, you have been acting so weird. You stoped visiting us, we don't even know what are you doing, if you're alive or if you work and where. And now I caught you stealing your father's money? Excuse me, but I'm worried about your sanity. So what happened to you? Are you ok? Are you part of some gang now? What happened with all the money you had? Are you on drugs?"

"I don't have time for this, mum. I have like hour and a half to bring this money to bank. I'll explain everything to you, one day, but don't hold me back now."

"Just tell me!" She raised her voice, and I sighed.

"I need to buy one man, ok? I need to buy him, or else he's going to end up in other hands, and that would be his death. I'm not on drugs, I need to save his life."

I knew I was already wasting my time here. But who knew I was going to encounter my mother. 

"Are you trading white meat now? What happened to you? Why is his life so important to you? Is it Craig who's in danger?" She tried to understand.

"Mum, please! Please, let me go already. They're waiting for me, I need to go. It's not Craig, it's somebody really close to me."

"I can't help you, sweetie. This is money your father earned with hard work. Once you walk out of this house, we're all going down. It is going to kill your father."

"I don't fucking care about any of this! My father is not a saint person, he's going to be ok. And you're going to be ok as well, I can promise you that. I'll take care of you if needed. Now with, or without your blessing, I'm leaving," I raised my voice, already angry.

"Just tell me why. Tell me why do you care so much about that person," she tried calmly once again.

I managed to get from her grasp, feeling free as a bird. I fixed the bag, which started to fall down, then looked at her.

"Because I love him, ok? Because he's everything to me, I can't loose him."

And with those words, I finally left the room. Not really caring about any more noises, I walked through the main gate. I quickly got into the car, seeing Craig starting the engine.

"You got it?" He asked me, and I nodded.

"To the bank," I replied, looking at the house.

I know she's going to tell my father. And I also know my father is going to be mad as fuck, but who cares. I have the money, I have Delirious.

We were driving in silence, both of us in our own thoughts. I couldn't stop smiling from the feel of the victory. After I put everything on my account, we drove back to my place.

When we entered the house, Tyler was sitting in the living room. His face was beaten up, which caused me question it in my mind. I felt the tension between Craig and him, but that was really the last problem I wanted to care about.

"Ok, so what now?" I asked Tyler, my body shaking in excitement and nervousness at the same time.

"We have a few minutes. Immediately as this clock shows five minutes left, you send them money. 2 minutes last transaction. Cry won't expect this amount of money," Tyler explained.

"I'm sorry for my stupidity. I should have take care of the bullets, who did this to you?" I apologized to him, when there was a longer pause of silence, pointing at his face.

"Mark was pissed," Tyler mumbled, looking at Craig.

I felt really bad for what happened to Tyler. I knew I was going to regret it for the rest of my life, because of me the whole plan could break. But it wasn't important. Delirious was so close to me, just one click.

When the time came, I felt my beating heart. I knew it was now or never. Looking at Tyler, I somehow gathered courage not to fall apart from the stress.

"Hit it," Tyler commanded.

With my shaking hands I send all of my money to their account, looking at the name 'Cryoatic' as the last bidder. After two minutes, the name was switched to 'Vanoss' with all money I sent.

I breathed out in relieve, realizing I was holding my breath this whole time.

"It's done?" I asked silently, and Tyler slowly smiled.

"Yes."

The page went black, and I looked panicking at the laptop.

"What's happening?" Craig asked curious.

"They sent you a coordinates with his location to your bank account. We've done it," Tyler said enthusiastically, and I started to laugh.

My phone buzzed, as the message popped out. I looked at the display, confirming Tyler's words. There were the coordinates.

"I'll go there," I said, standing up.

"What? We all are going to get Delirious," Tyler complained.

"Look, due to my own stupidity the FBI is on your ass, Mark is on your ass. It's gonna be safer if I go for him."

I wanted Delirious for myself, what can I say? He own me some answers and I knew he had tendency to vanish after we had little bit more connection.

"I don't fucking care about FBI. They can suck my ass. Delirious is like a brother to me, I won't risk his life because you want to see him first," Tyler stood up as well.

We were standing a few inches from each other, doing a cold stare contest.

"Can I say something?" Both of us heard Craig's voice.

I looked at him, nudging him by my look to continue.

"Thanks. Both of you are right, you just have to change it little bit. We can all go get Delirious. Evan can get him to the car. Let's give them a few seconds together alone, Tyler. I think Evan has a few words to say to him."

I looked at Tyler, my heart beating in nervousness. My mind started to create a lot of different scenarios with our meeting. I was suddenly so afraid. Of things I had in my mind to tell him, things in my heart.

"Fine. Just because you said it," Tyler mumbled.

I turned myself, happily imagining me and Delirious being as sweet as Tyler and Craig. Caring about each other, loving each other, supporting each other.

"Let's go," Tyler said, giving me a sign to move.

I walked out of the building, waiting for them near my car. After they came to me, we all got in. The whole ride I was looking out of the window, atmosphere was tensed up. Mainly because of my fear from upcoming event, and also because those two weren't talking with each other.

I was looking forward, I really did, but I was so afraid. And pissed. I was pissed, because he didn't have any decency to show himself after his fake death. I cried over him, I thought I lost him. And he was still here. So close, yet still so far.

When the car stoped, we were under the bridge. I got off, looking around. It was harder to find anything in the pure darkness, but I had too much hope to give up.

"Is is possible they fucked us?" I asked in whisper, and Tyler shook his head.

"No. Firstly they don't know who's the owner of that account, second of all they know that way they would loose a lot of support."

I saw something in the distant, right next to the the third pillar. I quickly ran to there, not minding Tyler's shouting. I only saw the body, lying on the cold ground.

As I reach him, I noticed he was still tied up. He had a bag over his head, and I felt anger creeping into my body. I was going to hurt them for what they did to him. I kneeled down, taking him into my arms. He seemed to be sleeping, maybe unconscious. I slowly took of his bag, causing my heart stop beating.

The hair has blond color, the face wasn't his, the body wasn't his. It wasn't him.

"Tyler!" I shouted, stepping away from the stranger.

Within few seconds, Craig and Tyler appeared next to me.

"Who the fuck is that? Where's Delirious!" I whispered, panicking all over again.

"I have no idea... fuck! They wasn't selling Delirious in the auction... but this shit head."

My whole world stopped existing. Hearing this made my head spin. I felt like I was falling without any certainty of living.

"He's moving!" Craig whispered.

I looked back at the man on the ground, noticing Tyler pulling his gun at him.

"W-where am I?" The man asked, and I picked up his strange accent.

He definitely isn't American, Europe maybe? Not British, Irish or Scottish. He has a few Nordic features.

"Who the fuck are you?" I growled.

"M-my name's Felix Kjellberg. W-who are you?"