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IV

"You did what?" the baritone voice asked on the other end of the cell phone.

"I played nice guy," I repeated and grimaced at the chuckle that floated down the line. "I don't know why I called you, man."

"All right, Gar. I'm sorry man, I just…nice guy just doesn't suit you."

I sighed, "Vic, I'm going to hang up. You're my best bud and you're laughing at me."

"Calm down, calm down." He cleared his throat. "So, do you still love her?"

"Yes," I said and immediately regretted admitting it. "Doesn't matter though. I mean, she's with that Adonis guy so whatever I feel for her gets thrown out the window."

"You can't give up."

"It's not giving up. It's letting go. Two different things."

He scoffed, "Please, Gar. You're giving up. You know damn well friends won't work because you'll cringe every time you see those two touch."

To my relief the call waiting chimed and after a muttered reply to my friend, I flipped over to the other line. "Logan."

"Garfield. Adonis here."

What the hell? "Adonis? Uh, hi…how the hel…where'd you get my number?"

"I have my resources Mr. Logan," Adonis said, the smug smile on his face apparent in his tone and I had never hated the sound of my own name until that moment.

"Why are you calling?"

"I thought that we could talk. About Raven."

Aha! "What's there to talk about?"

"Meet me at Blaze later and I'll explain." The dial tone echoed in the phone shortly after and without a second thought I hung up the phone. Victor could wait.

At four o'clock Blaze was as crowded as it would be at nine o'clock. The new nightclub had been this way since it had opened two weeks ago and I thanked God that the owner of the club was a friend of my publisher. Whoever thought up V.I.P. passes was a genius, I thought as the nonsocial gorilla standing outside the door lifted the velvet rope and allowed me to enter the club. Flashing lights, a blaring bass, and the drinks were sure to give someone a seizure by the end of the night. I squinted as I pushed past the people grinding on the dance floor and looked for the schmuck that had invited me to this place. Realizing that Adonis probably had a place in the V.I.P. area I made my way over to it and, after enduring the unnerving gaze of another antisocial bulldog, walked into the V.I.P. lounge.

The harsh atmosphere of the previous room seemed to disappear as I was greeted with softer music and steady lighting. My eyes took a moment to focus, the dim light of the other room made the lounge seem like I had entered heaven. A voice in the back of my head, said different. I had a bad feeling about this Adonis guy. Adonis. The fact that I didn't know the guy's last name was suddenly unsettling. Was that even his real name? Adonis. For all Raven knew the guy could be some psycho killer who uses his 'charm' to lure unsuspecting women into… Calm down! Raven is smarter than that. I hope… I shook my head and with it went that thought. I've gone from desperate ex-boyfriend to paranoid and desperate ex-boyfriend in record time.

I looked around the lounge as I walked over to the bar, having decided that a Black Russian was just what the doctor ordered for frazzled nerves. I flagged down the bartender, ordered my drink, and scanned the room once again. Not a moment later did I see Adonis walk out of one of the private rooms, tie undone and hair out of sorts. I stiffened, eyes narrowing and my jaw clenched when a blonde walked out of the room, looking just as equally out of sorts. Son of a bitch. I was half right about that whole charm thing. I felt someone tap on my shoulder and without looking to the bartender took my drink. One swig was all it took to finish the drink, the burn of the alcohol hardly fazing me as I watched Jason strut over to me, the sudden urge to wipe that cocky smile off his face becoming more and more tempting.

"Logan," he said as he came to stand in front of me. "How long have you been here?"

"Long enough. Who's your friend?" I asked, unclenching my jaw just enough to speak. Jason looked to the blonde and smiled.

"Monica. A, uh, friend of mine."

I motioned to his hair and tie, "Yea, I can see that."

"Look, I don't know what you did or said to Raven last night, but she was acting really strange today. Worse than when the two of you broke up all those years ago."

"What? How did…" Adonis. Wait a second… "Adonis Bellamy."

He nodded, "Yea." Un-Fucking believable! "I've really got to thank you man. After you two broke up Raven was a mess. I went to the same college as her, of course she never noticed. Hell, even managed to end up in New York together. I have you to thank for letting me be able to date the most popular girl in high school now."

"Oh well…" Screw it! I balled my hand into a fist and couldn't help but revel in the satisfaction as it slammed into Adonis's jaw. He may not be a serial killer but he sure is a stalker. I straightened my jacket as I watched Bellamy fall to the ground, ignoring the gasps and mumbled questions from the other patrons. I walked over to him and gazed down at the pathetic excuse of a man. "You're welcome."