A/N: Woo, I'm finally updating this hell of a story. This chapter covers so much that I'm just going to stop talking now since the last chapter kind of ended with a small cliffhanger. Enjoy! :D

Carlos POV

I had no idea what to expect when I had opened the front door but Camille holding a bloody Logan hadn't even come to mind. Camille had lost her footing when she saw that I had answered the door and Logan fell forward.

Luckily, I have quick enough reflexes that I caught him. He wasn't moving very much but James said he had a pulse. Camille called a doctor or something to the house and after I let him in, James wouldn't let me in the room. Camille told me that it was complicated and I should just help her with the blood right now. I'm pretty sure whatever is going on isn't as complicated as she's making it seem. Obviously the two of them were attacked but why would they come here instead of a hospital. It made me think of when James told me to call him before I called the police. Something was going on that they didn't want me to know. I'm not even sure I want to know.

"Hello? Carlos, come back to earth."

"Sorry." I said to Camille as I moved the bucket closer to where she was mopping. I looked back up the stairs when I heard the sound of a door opening.

"Thank you." I heard James say and the doctor raised his cap as he turned to walk down the steps.

"Make sure you give him that medicine through the IV to avoid infection and update me on his condition in about an hour."

"Will do." James said as he followed the man down the stairs, opening the front door for him. Camille had stopped mopping up the blood the second James came down the steps with the doctor. I didn't know what he was going to say or do once the door was closed but he just sighed and went back upstairs. I was about to follow him but Camille grabbed my arm.

"We need to finish this."

I sighed and waited until she was done before I dumped the bucket of bloody water in the bathroom that was on this floor. As I was emptying the bucket, I heard someone knocking at the door. Camille answered it and as I came around the corner from where the bathroom was, I saw a group of men and women coming into the house.

Some of them had bandages on their arms and they looked pissed as they went upstairs. I recognized some of them from my birthday party but the majority I had never seen before. Camille closed the door and turned to me. She just stared at me and right before I was about to speak, she went upstairs. I followed her and everyone into my bedroom and when I got to the door, James was standing there.

"Carlos, I know you have a bunch of questions but I need you to just go in my room right now."

"I don't want to go in there by myself."

"I'll send Storm in there with you." He said before he whistled for her. She came running up the stairs and he pointed to his room. She went inside and he looked at me. I wanted to say something but I didn't know where to start so I just turned and went into his room. I sat on the bed and stared at the door, thinking about everything.

As soon as my bedroom door closed, there were many different voices yelling at the same time before they seemed to quiet down. Storm nudged my leg with her head and I reached down, petting her. It made me think about what James told me when I first saw her. He said that she was guard dog and he implied that she wasn't much of one. But now that I think about it, she listens to him perfectly. I doubt she has a problem guarding the house. She did attack those people who came in the house when I was in here with Janice. He also never told me what happened to her. He told me that she was fine but I haven't seen her since.

Then again, she could be finishing up before we get home. I could also be wrong about Storm. I don't know, I'm just confused about what exactly is going on and why all of those people are in my room. Time seemed to freeze as I waited for any sound to come from the room. I mean there were small things but I couldn't really make out what was being said or done. I laid back on the bed and tried to make sense of what could possibly be going on.

That's when Michael's voice came into my head. I started thinking about the times they told me that I shouldn't be with James. Then again, they're just trying to get me to come back home. I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard the door open.

All of the people started walking out and I think one of them was Janice. I got up off the bed and walked to the door as the last bit of people exited my room. That one woman sure looked like Janice but she would've said hi to me if it were her. When James came out of my room, I opened my mouth to speak but he shushed me.

"Bu-"

"I know you have questions. But I want you to-"

"James."

"Carlos, please. I just need to handle this situation with what happened to Logan and then I will answer all of your questions."

"What do you mean handle this situation?"

"My friends are going to find the guys who beat up Logan."

"How?"

"Logan described them for us."

"He's awake?"

"Yeah bu-" I knew James was going to stop me from seeing Logan but I pushed pass him. Logan looked pretty bad but he was alive and that's all that mattered.

"Logan." I said and he looked up at me.

"Hey, Carlos."

"Hey."

"Sorry you have to see me like this. Heroes make it look so glamorous."

"Heroes?"

"Logan, here, saved Camille from some assholes." James said, stepping up behind me. I looked over at Camille and she nodded, grabbing Logan's hand. She was sitting on the bed with him but she was keeping her distance.

"I just hope we can catch those fuckers." Camille said, looking down.

"Don't worry, we will." James said and I turned to him. He leaned down and kissed me on my forehead. Something seemed off now. It was like James was trying to hide his emotions. It was like he was madder than what he was giving off but he wasn't expressing it. I looked at Camille but I couldn't see her face because her hair was in the way. I looked at Logan and he sighed, letting his head rest onto the pillow. It was like I was missing something that they all knew.

"Carlos, why don't you go get cleaned up and ready for bed." James told me and I sighed, heading into his room. When James came in, he had clothes for me to put on. I went into the bathroom and when I turned around, he was behind me, sitting my things on the counter. When he walked towards the door, I grabbed his hand.

"Stay, please."

"Do you want-"

"Yes, shower with me." I told him. I knew he was upset and maybe this would calm him down. He helped me out of my clothes before I helped him with his and we stepped inside. As we stood under the spray of water, I held James close to me.

"You know, it's okay to show your feelings. I know you want to be tough but even tough people have their moments." I told him and I felt him squeeze me tighter.

"Don't worry, Carlos. I'm going to be okay." He said and when I looked up at him, I could barely tell the difference between him crying and the water on his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him down to kiss me.

After our kiss ended, we washed ourselves and he got out first to get me a towel. We dried off and I put on the pajamas James laid out for me before I laid in the bed. James put on underwear and a tank top before he went to my room where Camille and Logan were. I laid there staring at the ceiling before James came back in and laid down next to me. I immediately rolled over and cuddled against him, trying to get the image of Logan's bloody body out of my mind.

James' POV

It had been about a week since Logan was well enough to leave the house. Carlos seemed to want to ask me questions but whenever I encouraged him to, he grew quiet. Today, he's been extra quiet and I had no idea why. When we got in the car and started leaving the school, I finally brought it up.

"Carlos, what's wrong? You've been quiet this entire day and I'm starting to worry." When he didn't say anything, I pulled to the side of the road and turned to him. I expected some reaction but I did not expect to see tears fall from his eyes.

"Today a few months ago, I was having my last meal with my parents." He told me with a shaky voice.

"I-"

"You know, I thought for some reason that I would be able to get through this day without crying but…" He said before he started crying even more. I unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed out of the car. I walked to the other side and opened his door.

When he turned to look at me, I crouched down and pulled him in for a hug. It was an awkward angle for me but I didn't care. I wanted him to know that I care for him. I held onto him as he cried and when he pulled away. I looked into his eyes and kissed his lips, lightly. I put our foreheads together as I wiped his tears and he smiled a little at that.

"A little birdie once told me that it's okay to show your feelings. You could've told me that you were hurting today, we wouldn't have went to school."

"We can't just skip school all of the time." He said and I had to admit that he was right there. We sat there for a moment, just looking at each other. I was trying to think of what I could do to make him feel better when the idea popped up in my mind.

"Let's go visit them." I told him and he looked worried. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know if I'm ready. I-I mean, I want to see them but-"

"Come on, it'll be therapeutic and we can leave some flowers." I told him and he seemed to smile at that. I stood up and closed his door before I went back over to the driver's side. I put on my seatbelt and headed to the nearest grocery store for flowers. I was in and out in record time before we headed towards the cemetery.

When we arrived, Carlos guided me to where his parents were located. I was the first to get out and as I looked at Carlos through the front window, he looked a little scared. I walked over to his door and opened it for him. I held out a hand for him to take and after a moment he grabbed it and got out of the car. I closed the door behind him after he grabbed the flowers and together, we walked over to where Carlos' parents were located. I felt him squeeze my hand when we reached them. They had a beautiful double tombstone with their names on it.

Carlos got on his knees in front of it and placed the flowers down. I watched as Carlos rested is forehead on the tombstone and I let him have his moment before I kneeled down with him. He turned to me and I held him close as he cried on my shoulder. I know what it's like to lose someone close to you but I can't imagine what it feels like to lose both of my parents at the same time, so suddenly.

"James, I miss them so much." He mumbled and I could feel my heart break with every word he spoke. I just rubbed his back and held him. His trembling and crying slowly faded the longer we sat there. My knees were starting to ache from me being on them and I could tell it was the same for him. When he stood up, I was right behind him, making sure he was okay. He silently walked to the car and I held a hand on the small of his back to reassure him that I was there. I opened the door for him before closing it and walking to the other side. I held one hand out for him to hold after I started the car.

"Thank you for this." He told me as he intertwined our fingers.

"You're welcome."

When we arrived to my house, I was surprised to see that there were cars in my driveway. I pulled up to the curb and Carlos looked at me. One of the cars I recognized but the other one, I don't remember seeing. "Carlos, stay in the car."

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"Just stay here." I told him before I got out. I closed the door and looked behind me to see that Janice's care was here. That put me on edge because she's supposed to on vacation. I walked up the driveway and looked into the car I didn't recognize and it was perfectly clean. It didn't even look like someone had used it before.

I turned to look at Carlos and he was watching me. I knew I wasn't doing a good job at acting like nothing was wrong but his safety is more important. I knew the other car was Camille's so she had to be in my house. I tried to look through the windows but the curtains were covering my view. I walked up to the front door and put my key in the lock. When I twisted to unlock it, I heard footsteps coming towards the door. Before I could move, the door was opened and it was Camille.

"You need to get out of here. Especially with him. Don't speak, just move." She said, pretending to look around for someone.

"What is going on?" I asked her.

"It's a-"

"Who the hell is at the door?"

"No, one." Camille said before she stepped back in the house and closed the door. I looked back at Carlos sitting in the car and back at the door. Carlos looked like he was flipping through the radio stations. So, I slipped down by the bushes and made my way around the side of the house. I could see up to where Carlos' closet window was but I knew going through there would make too much noise. I could vaguely recognize the voice that was talking to Camille but I knew one thing.

This fucker was in my house and holding her and Janice hostage. I jumped over the fence that ran the perimeter of my backyard and landed behind some bushes. When I looked out, I saw that whoever was in my house had several men with them. Through the windows, I could see Camille sitting on the couch with Janice next to her. I reached into my pocket and dialed Logan's number.

"Hello?"

"Logan, I need you to-" I stopped talking when I felt the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of my head.

"Hang up the phone." The person told me. I froze and a man stepped in front of me, in addition to the guy aiming at the back of my head.

"Don't make any quick moves." He told me and the other one snatched my phone and put it in his pocket.

"Stand up." The one with the gun against my head said. "Hurry up or I'll shoot you." I stood up and put my hands up. They walked me into my house and Camille sighed upon seeing me.

"Mr. Wayne, we found him." The one behind me said and I sighed while one of them searched me. I heard the sound of footsteps coming from my kitchen and I rolled my eyes and dropped my hands, ignoring the gun pressing harder into my back.

"Well, well, well, long time no see, James."

"Wally, what the hell are you doing in my house?"

"It's Wayne!"

"No, your mother named you Wally Dooley." I said, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"You think this is a joke, James?" He asked me, coming across the room in strides.

"No, I think you're the joke?"

"It's funny that you think that when I'm the one holding the gun." He said, pulling out a gold gun from his holster.

"You may be holding the gun but this is my house and-"

"And what? You got security? Aren't you forgetting something James? I use to work for you, so, I know everything. I know that Janice here is your security. I know she called your ride or die, Camille, when things go bad. I know about your precious dog. I-"

"What did you do with her?" I asked him, suddenly realizing that Storm was nowhere in sight.

"Don't worry, I didn't kill her…yet." He said, smiling.

"Look, Wally, wh-"

"IT'S WAYNE."

"Wally, Wayne, whatever, what do you want?"

"I want RESPECT!"

"Okay, so, you plan on getting my respect by holding two of my people hostage. Then what?"

"Oh, no, see I wasn't finished James. I want more than respect. I want everything; I want this house, I want those cars, and, of course, I want that boy toy you got sitting out front."

"Don't you fucking touch-"

"SHUT UP! I will do whatever I want!" He said before I heard Carlos scream.

A/N: I know we just had a little cliffhanger but I just had to end it right there. Don't be mad lol. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think is going to happen next or how you're feeling about this chapter! :D