Disclaimer: I don't own any of the brothers or Evelyn, but Diamond and the rest of Jack's band are mine.

A/N: Hey, everyone! Thanks so much for your reviews. I'm so sorry that this took me so long to update. I've been having a writer's block on it, but I'm finally able to get it up. Hopefully, you're all still with me! Since it's been so long, let's do a recap, shall we?

Recap: Four years ago, Bobby Mercer belonged to a group called "The Black Diamond", but he left it when he moved away to Chicago. When he was visiting his family back in Detroit, he killed Damon "Diamond" Terel's, leader of the Black Diamond, younger brother in self-defense. Trying to escape the guilt and from Diamond himself, Bobby goes back to Chicago earlier than planned. Now, four years later, Jack is trying to solve differences in his band, which revolve around a proper name for them. Bobby returns unexpectedly, which leads to the first real fight between him and Jack when he is drunk. Jack leaves the house to try to cool off, but as Evelyn watches him get farther and farther away from her, a horrible feeling grows inside of her.

Now, let's continue on with chapter three. Thanks for your patience!

Ch. 3: Phone Call

Angel entered the living room, looking angrily at his older brother as he continued to watch television. "What the hell were you thinking, Bobby?!" he shouted at him. "What shit were you giving to Jackie?! Damn it, man! You know that he's sensitive!"

Bobby looked up from the couch, seeming to be unaffected by his words. Angel sighed when he saw his blank look, and he turned away from his brother. "Where is Jack?" the oldest Mercer suddenly asked.

"Last time I saw him, he was going up to his room." Angel answered softly. "He seemed very upset…"

"I'm going to go talk to him." Bobby muttered, starting to get to his feet.

"Whoa, hold on, Bobby." Angel said, pushing him back down to the couch. "Now isn't the best time, man. Let's give him a chance to cool down a little, all right?"

Bobby sighed as he reluctantly leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes. "Fine…"

What the brothers didn't notice was that Evelyn was standing nervously on the porch near the front door, watching as Jack got farther and farther away from her.

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Jack walked down the dark sidewalk, ignoring the fact that the street was empty. He dug into his hoddie pocket and pulled out the pack of cigarettes that he kept hidden from Evelyn. He took one and put the pack back in his pocket, putting the cigarette in his mouth but not lighting it. He knew that it was a bad habit that he had to break, but it wasn't like he did it often. He only did it when he was stressed… like he was now.

He soon found himself standing in front of their school, and he walked past the gate and sat down on the top stone step that led up to the front door. He took out his lighter and lit the cigarette that was in his mouth, inhaling as he took a deep breath. The youngest Mercer fought back tears as he thought about what had just occurred. This was the first real fight that he and Bobby had ever gotten into, and his words still stung him.

What was Bobby hiding?

"Does your mother know that you picked up that habit?" a voice suddenly asked.

The youngest Mercer looked up and was surprised to see who was standing over him. "Chloe." Jack muttered, realizing that he didn't even notice that she had followed him. "What are you doing here?"

"The real question is why are you leaving your house at this hour of the night?" Chloe retorted, sitting down on the step next to him. "I saw you leave. Is everything all right?"

"Fine." Jack answered bluntly with a sigh as he put out his cigarette beneath his foot, knowing that the band member didn't like the smoke.

"I don't believe you." Chloe said as she watched him, putting her arms on her knees and resting her head on top of them.

Jack sighed again to hide the tears forming in his eyes. "Look, Chloe," he muttered, kicking the remains of the cigarette away from him, "I swear that nothing's…"

His sentence slowly trailed off when he saw a black car inching along the road toward the school without its headlights on. Having a bad feeling inside of him at the sight of it, Jack got to his feet and pulled Chloe up by her arms next to him. "Let's go," he whispered, putting his arm around her in a shielding way as he hurried toward the gate that went around the parking lot. When they reached the sidewalk, he made sure that he was the one that was closer to the street.

Chloe looked up into Jack's face nervously, wondering what had gotten him so uptight. He had never done this to her before… he had never been this protective. Something was wrong. "Jack…"

"Do you have your cell phone on you?" Jack asked as he sped his pace a little. He was relieved to see the band member nod. He could always rely on Chloe to have her cell phone… "Give it to me, please."

Chloe shakily reached into her coat pocket and found her cell phone, handing it over to Jack. The youngest Mercer flipped it open and hurriedly began to dial a number.

Suddenly, the car's headlights flared on, its light falling on the two teenagers. Jack looked behind him and saw that the black vehicle had also sped up and was keeping on them. "Run!" he shouted, pushing Chloe ahead of him as they began to run down the sidewalk. He put the phone to his ear, praying desperately that someone would pick up.

Chloe didn't understand what was happening. She ran next to Jack, not understanding. She had never seen him this scared. But she knew her friend well enough to know to listen to him.

Jack sighed as they continued to run in the direction of his house, listening as their phone gave another ring. Wasn't anyone home? The car behind them wasn't slowing down, the person inside having their sights set on them… The youngest Mercer knew that whoever the person was knew their weakness. It would only be a matter of time before they would get tired of running, and that was when they would make their move. He knew that they had to throw the car off.

"Hello?"

The sixteen-year-old gasped. He had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he was surprised when he heard the gruff voice of his brother answer the phone. "Bobby?" Jack asked, almost wishing that Angel had been the one to answer instead. "It's Jack."

He could sense the oldest Mercer's surprise from the other end. "Jack?" Bobby muttered. "What-?"

"Bobby, you have to help me!" Jack said anxiously, interrupting him. "Chloe and I are being chased!"

"By who? Some raved fan of yours?" Bobby asked with a slight laugh.

Jack couldn't believe how lightly his brother was taking what he had said. Couldn't he hear his urgency? How many times did he actually ask for help from the oldest Mercer? Hardly at all…

"No! Damn it, Bobby!" Jack shouted angrily into the phone. "A black car is following us! I think its license plate is "2 Mond"… I don't know who they are, Bobby!"

Bobby stopped laughing when he heard his youngest brother's heated statement. It wasn't possible… it couldn't be. He couldn't have found out about Jack… he couldn't have known that he had returned to Detroit… could he have? What he did know what that he couldn't afford to take a chance with his brother.

"Jack, I want you to listen to me, all right?" he muttered anxiously, glancing out of the window. "Don't come straight home. Take as many alleys as you can to try to throw him off. I'll meet you in my car as soon as I can. I'll bring my cell phone so I can tell you where to go, all right?"

The oldest Mercer's heart dropped when he didn't get a response from his brother. But he could hear that the line was still connected… "Jack? Jack!"

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a gunshot from the other end, but also echoing in the night air outside, followed by a loud scream. He heard Jack's voice shout Chloe's name, then heard the sounds of struggling. The sound of a car door being slammed reached his ears, and then there was silence.

Fear kept Bobby gripped to the phone, desperately hoping to hear more that would tell him if Jack was all right. But he heard nothing. "Jack!"

Then, he heard the soft sound of cold laughter, which sent both fear and anger coursing through him. "You took my brother from me, Bobby. Now it's time that I return the favor."

Bobby would recognize that voice anywhere. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, the man on the other end hung up. The oldest Mercer shakily hung up the phone as well, not believing whose voice he had heard after four years.

It was Diamond.

A/N: Hey! Hope you liked it. Again, I'm sorry that it was so long since I've updated this. I hope you will still read on. Thanks for reading! Your reviews are much appreciated!