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(Delirious POV)
I was sitting behind the table in the kitchen, slowly eating my lunch which was prepared by Tyler. I still couldn't believe that he showed, that he helped me. I owned him my whole life.

"How did you know how I look like? How did you know where I was? And why did you decided to help me?" I asked curiously.

It was weird talking to him eyes to eyes. I hadn't had proper conversation in person for a long time, when I didn't have any friends or family.

"I can snitch anything on anyone. Bitch you think I didn't fucking check you before I contacted you? The first time I was bringing you money I knew that one fucker sitting in the restaurant, pretending to be reading news and drinking his coffee, was you. Besides you're my friend, remember? Once I heard that those shitheads had rescued him I waited for your call. But you didn't. So I knew something is not right."

I slowly nodded with sigh.

"Thank you," I said truthfully.

"How did you fuck up?" He asked me with slight regrets in his voice.

"I don't know. Trust me I'm asking this question myself from the beginning, but answer is nowhere to be seen," I replied.

"And how did they caught you?" He asked another question.

"That rich piece of shit had a hidden camera. I didn't know it about. The footage is destroyed right when I shoved him into the van but it caught my appearance. There's your answer."

"What's your plan?" He asked suddenly.

"I don't know. I don't want to vanish and disappear when my work isn't done. I had to get those numbers before others would know that Delirious isn't that amazing," I answered him still thinking about it.

"You know he'll have fucking guards around him, right?"

I slowly rubbed my face and growled in frustration.

Why does this has to be so hard? Why isn't this contract easy as any others?

"I know. I was thinking blend in as his bodyguard. The worst part is that they know how I look like. So there's no way I could get near him without being recognized. Plus I don't know where he will be."

Tyler slowly smiled, gesturing me to follow him. We walked into his living room, where I sat down.

"Ok, listen. So you know that I help you with every fucking contract we have, right?" He started, and I silently nodded my head.

"I check the one who order the kill, and then check the victim," he continued, and I again nodded.

"Sweet. I know you do the dirty job, you kidnap, interrogate, torture and kill. But now it would be fucking impossible to do that when you don't even know where he is. Let me introduce someone to you."

Tyler turned on the TV, which was on the wall almost the same size as the wall.

And I was thinking where all those money from me end. There's my answer.

Within few second I saw some man on the photo.

"This is Craig Thompson. I think you know him as a best friend of your last rescued victim. He's 21, live in Los Angeles, California and work as an assistant of mister Evan. His month salary is around 10 000$. His free time spends with his best friend, playing video games, or browsing dating sites. His best friend is Evan Fong, they met in middle school. He's unmarried with unknown partner. Parents still alive, his brother studying university. Unknown bodyguards. His favorite car is Porsche 718 boxster, silver one, but he's not driving so often. Who would when you can sit in the fucking limousine.
His favorite place to be is by the side of his best friend and home, which gives us perfect opportunity. He's not that extrovert person as Evan. And interesting fact he's gay. So here's my plan, bitch..." He wanted to continued but I was overwhelmed by all informations.

"Wait a fucking minute! When did you find out all of this?" I asked confused.

He raised one of his eyebrows and slowly smiled.

"The moment I heard he had been rescued. I knew you would need my fucking help. So here's my plan. I'm going to befriended Craig, that's the easiest part, lure the information about Evan outta him. Then it's your turn. You get there, kidnap him, get those fucking numbers, and we're done."

I was fascinated. I've never witness anybody care about me that much as Tyler were. And I was grateful.

"Listen I know you work alone, and I know you don't want me to get caught or anything, but there's no risk for me. I'll just hang out with Craig, nothing less, nothing more. Plus you need partner, Delirious. You need somebody that would save you fucking ass, as I did a few hours ago. You're not small fish anymore. Plus now those motherfuckers know how you look like, you have to be more careful."

"Why do you care so much about me?" I asked firmly, scanned carefully his reactions.

"Because you're my friend. And I know how hard it can be to be alone in this shitty world. Plus the income of the contracts is amazing. The others may think you're monster for killing people, but not me. You helped me when I needed you, now it's my turn."

I felt warmness flowing through my body. I almost forgot how to feel being cared about, have friends that are here for you. I have been by myself after my parents died, other kids laughed at me. I created my own reality, walls around me. And now I felt like Tyler was getting slowly through them. And it was scary.

"Are we partners?" He smiled.

"Partners in crime."