How are you guys liking the sequel so far? Let me know, because I was actually thinking about deleting it because people weren't fond of it. But let me know what you think about the sequel. It'll affect how much more I update.

Simon sat down in his private little home, sighing in agony. How could he enjoy this huge house with amazing furniture and an impressive Blu-Ray collection when his boyfriend was out and checking on two of his precious best friends. He was worried. What if Cal forced Nick to make that call? What if Nick and Abby were being held hostage like he was right now, like he was all those years ago? What if they were hurt? What if Bram was hurt? Simon sighed and he sank into the soft and comfortable sofa, crossing his arms across his chest and exhaling. "Okay, okay, okay." Simon said to himself. "Bram is... Bram is fine... he's just... he's just taking Cal back to prison. He's fine... everything is fine. Calm down Si. What does Bram always tell you to do?"

Simon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to think back to a time in his life with Bram when he had a bad panic attack. He went back to high school... the week after the school dance and Simon's kidnapping. Simon went back to the memory of being in Bram's house sleeping over while his mother went to see her boyfriend and father of new child. Simon remembered having a terrible dream of Cal kidnapping him again after burning Bram alive. He went back to that night and remembered Bram coaxing him so kindly that night. He could hear his voice. "Just take deep breaths Si. In and Out. Just think about anything else. Anything other than him."

Simon started to breath in through his nose and out from his mouth, hugging himself as he thought of all his great memories with Bram. Their first time actually having sex. Their first trip outside of America. Their vacation in New York. Them buying the apartment that they live in now. Simon's chest stopped clenching and a warm smile fell on the boy. He smiled, thinking of how Bram was his happy place. Simon opened his eyes and pulled out the ring from his pocket. He sighed and smiled at it. "Okay Simon." he said to himself. "You can do this... you can find a cute to propose. You just... just need to find the right words. The right words. Um... dammit Abraham, what do you make me do to myself?"

Simon leaned his head back on the fluffy decorative pillows and sighed, trying to think of the perfect words to say to Bram in order to properly propose to him. But he was interrupted when his phone rang from the other side of the sofa. Simon sat up, a bit startled that his phone was ringing out of nowhere. He picked up the phone and checked the caller ID. It was Abby, requesting a video chat, much to Simon's happiness and surprise. Simon picked up in a heartbeat. "Oh thank God!" Simon said, smiling into the phone. "You're okay!"

"Well hello to you too Si." Abby responded with a wave.

Simon's smile faded when he saw a bruise on the top of her head that was barely hidden by her long curly hair. "Oh my God, Abby. Your... your face."

Abby's went to the bruise and she chuckled. Simon could see her shaking a bit even through the phone. "Oh. Don't worry about it Si. I'm getting it checked out know."

"By Bram?" Simon asked.

"No." Abby said. "By a shirtless Nick."

"Shut up Abby!" Nick voice yelled in the background, making both Simon and Abby laugh until their faces turned red.

"Why would you think that Bram is here?" Abby asked once she stopped laughing.

Nick walked inside at that moment and he pressed a kiss onto Abby's face. He looked over at Simon and winked, telling him to come up with a lie. And fast. "Oh because... because Bram said that he was going to check up on you. Af-After the attack."

"Well... he's not here." Abby said. "And as far as I'm conserned, he's not coming. Why?"

"He just... he just told me that he was coming to see you guys." Simon said, looking down with a bit of disappointment and sadness.

Nick licked his lips and looked over at Abby. "Hey Abs, let me talk to Si for a moment? Can you go get the Neosporin from the cabinet?"

Abby nodded and blew Simon a kiss before walking off. Nick looked over at Simon and weakly smiled. "Si... you know Bram. Maybe he's just doing some Savior things."

"I don't know. Something just... Just doesn't feel right." Simon said with a sigh, running his hands through his blonde curls that needed to be brushed right away.

"You should go on the coms. See if he's on them and also where he is right now. Or see if Garrett is on them. He'll tell you the truth." Nick looked back at the hall and then at Simon. "Listen, I have to go. I'm making sure that Abby is still okay. But just trust Bram. He loves you."

"Got it." Simon said, waving goodbye and signing off. He shut off his phone and got up from the soft and comfortable sofa. He looked around the Air BNB, looking for a computer of some sort. But nothing yet because this house was huge. It was so intimidating to him. Simon walked back to the living room where he was and noticed something silver resting near the Blu-Ray discs. He pulled out and smiled. It was a MacBook. "You sly son of a bitch Bram." Simon said to himself, taking it with him back to the sofa. He opened it and typed in the code for the program that he used to get into the comms. Simon pulled out his standard Apple headphones and plugged them into the laptop as he opened into the server.

"Reverse... this is Jacques. Answer." Simon said, trying not to let his worry show to Garrett is he was on the line.

After a couple of moments, Garrett's voice came on the comm unit. "This is Reverse here. Why are you calling me directly Jacques?"

"Oh nothing. It's just... I'm wondering if Br- Savior! I'm wondering if Savior is okay. He told me that you were working with him."

"Jacques... Savior isn't even on the comms today. Hell, as far as I'm concerned, he's not even doing any Savior work tonight. He told me earlier today that he was doing something with you tonight."

"He is. But he just... left." Simon sighed and slammed his fists on the laptop keyboard. "Why... why would he lie to me?"

"I don't know Jacques. I'll see what I can do to try and get a hold of him." Garrett said. "But don't let your mind take you all over the place, okay. I'm sure that there's a pretty real explanation to why this happened okay? I'll call him on my phone. But keep your head screwed in, okay Jacques?"

"Okay Reverse." Simon said. "Thank you. Over and out."

Simon shut off the program and closed the laptop. He licked his lip and sighed. What was going on? Why did Bram lie to him? Especially when he said that this day with just be the two of them. Why would Bram lie? He never lies? Bram isn't a liar. Was Bram... was Bram just planning something? But if he was then Garrett or Nick would know and they would know to not tell Simon. But when Garrett and Nick have secrets, they hold it in a certain way. They weren't actors, you could tell they were lying. But they sounded like they weren't holding back a secret. Like they legitimately didn't know why Bram was quote on quote missing.

Simon leaned back in the sofa and put his lips over his lips. Was Bram... was Bram having an affair.

The Savior landed down on the roof of his and Simon's apartment. He looked over at the door that would let him enter. He had heard about an active shooter inside the apartment and how everyone had evacuated the building from fear of being shot. The police were standing outside the building, red and blue light blarings and guns held up. Savior walked over to the edge of the roof and held up his hands. People saw him. They knew that they were going to save them all. He looked back over to the entrance to the door and he started to walk over to the door.

But then his phone rang.

Bram cursed at himself for bringing his phone with him and not trashing it temporarily in the woods like his normal clothes and car keys. He pulled it out and pulled off one of his gloves. He answered and whispered into the phone. "Why are you calling me Garrett?" he whispered in angry tone.

"Where are you right now?" he asked. "I'm worried about you. First of all, I tried calling you on the comms and you're not even on it."

"Don't worry about that Garrett." he said. "Look... I'm... I'm a little busy right now. Can I... can I call you back later? I'm busy."

Bram turned over and saw the door to the roof open. Cal was standing before him, holding a champagne glass, half filled with whiskey. Cal tilted his head with an evil smile. "Are you coming in or not?" he asked with a sing songy voice.

"Who was that?" Garrett asked.

"I'll call you later okay?" Bram said, shutting off the phone and throwing it into the woods with his strength. He put his glove back on and he looked at Cal. "You're coming with me. Now."

"No." Cal said, walking out onto the roof and swirling the whiskey inside the glass. "No, I don't think I'm ready to leave yet. I'd prefer to continue to feel the burn in my throat from this very expensive whiskey."

Bram growled and walked closer to Cal to grab and tackle him. But Cal stepped back with a smile. He held out with a gun and Bram instantly stopped. "Now... let me tell you what is going on okay?" he said. "Every single day, you are going to come back here with $1000. You're family seems rich enough to afford it. Get me the money or I'll tell everyone your identity."

Bram chuckled. "I don't care about that. Go ahead and tell them. I won't care."

Cal growled and licked his lips. "Fine then." he said, stepping closer. "Get me $1000 a day, or I kill Simon."

Bram's expression suddenly changed. He straightened up and clenched his fists. He could feel his nails digging into his gloves. "You wouldn't." he said, shaking his head.

"Have you met me Greenfeld?" Cal said, turning his head to the side and tightening his grip on the trigger.

"Why do you need money?" Bram asked with a growl.

"I need to leave. This country. And after a couple of days, I'll have enough for me and my prince to leave." said Cal, smiling at Bram despite his anger.

Bram moved closer so that the gun pressed against his chest. "You will not touch Simon."

"I won't have to yet if you get me that money." Cal said, crossing his arms. "And since you're making it difficult, how about $2000. Everyday for a week."

"Can't I just give you $14,000 in one sitting? Would that satisfy your crazy fire loving ass?!"

"No Greenfeld. It wouldn't. Making you come back everyday at the same time with more and more money for me just makes things more fun. Especially when precious Prince Simon is one you're fighting for."

"...Fine!" Bram growled, stepping back. "But don't you dare touch Simon. I will get you your money."

"Good." Cal said, rubbing the edge of his gun. "Get me the money and then you and Simon and live your content little lives."

"How do I know that he'll be safe once I get you your money?" Bram asked. "You tell me that he'll be safe and I'll get you your damn money."

Cal poured out the whiskey from the champagne glass and shattered it on the roof of the apartment complex. He handed him the stand. "That's your promise from me that Simon will be safe. Now, one more thing." Cal punched Bram hard in the neck, right on the side near his collarbone. "That's for what happened five years ago. Now... get me my money."

Cal walked off, walking back down the stairs to apartments to most likely take the fire exits. Bram licked his lips and touched the forming bruise on the side of his neck. $2000 a day was blackmail, but it did keep Simon safe. It would prevent his death and it would prevent his potential kidnapping. Bram flew back down to the apartment and assured everyone that the shooter is gone and would not be coming back. He walked over to the police and whispered to them to not have this on any news outlets. The police agreed and left in a hurry.

Savior flew back up in the air and into the forest where he threw his clothes and phone. He changed back into his clothes and stashed his Savior uniform in his arms. He went into the air and back towards the BNB that he had purchased. He landed and shoved his uniform into a bag inside his car. He walked over to the house and walked inside. "Babe!" Bram called. "I'm sorry. I'm back! Simon?"

Bram walked to the living room and saw Simon on the sofa. He was sleeping on one of the fluffy pillows with his phone laying on his thighs. His glasses had fallen off and his full and beautiful face showed and shined in the moonlight that streamed in the window. Bram blushed, seeing how cute he looked. Bram walked over to him and he gently shook his shoulder. "Simon... Simon... wake up sweetie." he coaxed.

Simon's eyes opened and he sat up quickly. "Oh... Bram." he said. "It got late... I was waiting for you."

"I know, I know. And I'm sorry." Bram said, kissing Simon's forehead. "Come on. Let me make it up to you."

"How?" Simon asked seductively, biting his lip because he knew that it always turned Bram on.

"I could either tenderly and slowly care of that beautiful body of yours... or... I could take control of you in the bedroom."

"I think I like the second option better."

"Then what the hell are we waiting for?" Bram asked, scooping Simon up in his arms and carrying him towards the bedroom. Simon hung his head back in laughter, thinking that he was just being an idiot. How could he think a precious man like Abraham Greenfeld would ever be the kind of cheat. Simon looked back at him and noticed a purple bruise forming on the side of his neck. A bruise that was the size of a hickey. Holy fuck. Was Bram really cheating on him? Simon frowned and patted Bram's shoulder.

"Actually, honey... I'm uh... kind of tired..." Simon said. "Can you just... spoon me?"

Bram smiled and nodded, allowing their foreheads to touch. "Of course Simon."

Bram continued carrying Simon to the bedroom as Simon thought about what could be happening. Was he about to propose... to a cheater?