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(Tyler's POV)
I was feeling amazing. After so damn long our job was finished. I've never witness any contracts to be this long. But I felt wave of sadness when I release that I would have let Craig go.

He was stupid idiot, which I was using for my own pleasures, with fucked up personality, but something deep inside me was telling me different. It was his innocence, his childish character, his pure soul. I was so confused over him, over myself.

I checked if he was still sleeping, and then I pulled out the phone, calling Madison. She picked it up in a few seconds.

"Listening," she greeted me.

"I got the numbers," I informed her.

"Really? That's amazing. Tell me."

"First I need to see the money," I replied firmly.

I waited few minutes before she spoke again. I saw Craig waking up. He greeted me by smiling at me, walking to the kitchen.

"You won't give me the codes without the rest?" She guessed and I nodded, even though she couldn't see it.

"Then we have to change the some small things in out contract."

I frowned, anger slowly filling my body.

"What do you mean?"

"You can't kill him. Not yet. You need to keep him down. Week or two."

"Excuse me?" I said slowly.

"Your reward will be tripled, I promise."

I took a deep breath, massaging my temples. When I thought this would be all over, she changed her mind.

"I need to think about it. I'll call you in a few minutes."

I hung up, growling, attracting Craig's attention.

"Something wrong?" He asked me innocently, sitting on the bed with his early breakfast.

"No need to worry, just some fucking problems in the job. I need to call my boss," I said, standing up to go somewhere safe to call Delirious.

"Ok. Don't let me be alone for too long."

I leaned down, kissing him on lips, then walking away.

"Don't worry, baby boy."

I walked into the living room, closing every door behind me just to be sure he wouldn't hear me. I called Delirious when I knew it was safe.

"Give me her number," he commanded as a greeting.

"We're not done, Delirious. She wants you to keep him alive for week or two," I informed him.

"What does this suppose to mean? She wanted the code, and that was it. What the fuck is she playing on?"

"Don't fucking raise your voice at me, I didn't do shit. You want to call her? I can give you her fucking number," I said bit frustrated.

"I'm not a baby sitter, she should have said that in the beginning. Tell her we're out of the business."

"You release that we went through hell because of him. And the rest of our money would be gone."

"Fuck! We can't discuss this over the phone. Come to my place at once," he commanded.

"What about Craig?" I asked, recognizing worries in my tone.

"What about him? There's no need keeping him locked anymore. I'm going to kill Evan soon, so if federals want they can start looking."

I felt weird feeling running through my body. Mix of feelings.

"On my way," I replied.

I hung up, walking back to the bedroom. Craig was lying in the bed, eating. He looked so damn innocent.

"You look really sad, what's wrong?" He asked carefully.

"Some problems with one client. I have to go now."

"To work again? Will you return?"

"Well I..."

I was so split inside. I wanted to stay but at the same time I saw him as a burden. He was annoying but at the same time really exciting. I was afraid but at the same time looking forward. I didn't know what was wrong with me, and I didn't like it.

"I-I... I'll return," I stated firmly, hating myself for it.

I shouldn't be doing this. He's connected to Evan, I don't want to tie to him.

"And can I ask you why do you want to be called Tyler?"

"You can ask, but I won't answer you. See you in the afternoon?"

"I'll be here," he replied.

I know you will.

I left the room still thinking about the feelings towards Craig. I arrive at Delirious' house within twenty minutes. He opened the door before I could even knock.

"Sit down," he commanded, and I was afraid of the state his was in.

He looked furious, angry, frustrated. The combination of feelings I would rather avoid in the person like Delirious.

"What did that bitch said exactly?" He asked 

"She would tripled our income from this job. She wanted you to keep Evan locked away for week or two."

He hit the table with his fists, which made my heart race. I was afraid of him. It was in that moment I spotted the blood on his shirt.

He tortured Evan again? I thought he was talking about some fucking bonding.

"I don't want to. He's making too much problems, I want to get rid of him as soon as possible."

"I get it. But there's something else I forgot to tell you," I stated to get his attention.

"What?"

"That FBI agent is more then suspicious. He didn't want Craig to go to the police. I mean he's FBI, isn't he? It was so confusing."

Delirious went silent, thinking about some things I had no idea about.

"So what now? Should we reject her? But we won't see another money," I pointed out, hoping he won't ask about Craig.

He hid his face into his hands, silently growling. After few seconds he looked at me.

"Fine, call her that you take it. But I'm not giving her more then two weeks, that's my ultimatum. After two weeks, from this day, I'm killing Evan, no matter the price. I need to go for some more things to my old house. And you're going to find me another contract within these two weeks, I'm dying here."

"Sure boss," I replied.

"And don't think I forgot about his best friend. He's going to die the day Evan is. I'm not leaving any witnesses."