Evan's eyes burned from a lack of sleep, and he silently cursed at the back of Pierce's head. They stood on the other side of Club Harmony. A long line up was on the side, the people were dressed in either dark clothes, or some were covered in incredibly bright neon. The building itself was dark, but once the large heavy door opened, he could hear music coming from inside before going silent. He rubbed his arms, looking at the two men beside Pierce.

Marcel and Scotty.

He was a little scared since meeting them, and they barely said anything to him and Pierce. Keeping their conversation to each other. They acted normal, even after Marcel had killed Anna on top of a building. That was a bit harrowing, and surreal. He was standing in front of a murderer.

Marcel cleared his throat and tucked his phone into his pocket. "Okay. We're good."

"Tony's not going to kick us out again, is he?" Pierce asked, frowning at Marcel.

"No, not this time. I called Lui, and he spoke to Tony that he was a bit suspicious about the people in his club. He called us his inspectors." Marcel chuckled and led the way across the street to the bouncer.

He was a big burly man with a shaved head and a trimmed beard. He looked upon the four of them with unease.

Marcel grinned up at him. "Your boss ordered for some health inspectors."

"Oh shit," one of the people in the line up called, "they're shutting the club down!" A group of people groaned, and several moved from the line.

Marcel waved his hand. "Not that kind of inspectors, idiots." He turned back to the bouncer, tilting his head to the side, "I'm sure you don't want to get fired like the other guy, do you, Ronnie?"

Evan furrowed his brows. They must have come here several times to know the bouncers names. Or do all fixers somehow know people's names? Not like they knew his before he met them, at least he hoped they didn't.

Ronnie groaned, stepping to the side and opening the door. "Let's hope I don't find you making a ruckus like last time."

Marcel sneered. "That wasn't my fault. Assholes always shoving me off tables." He shook his head and stepped past the threshold, Scotty and Pierce followed right after, while Evan ducked his head and entered the club.

The sounds were harsh, bouncing off the spray painted walls. It was dark, but there were bright pink, blue, and yellow colors all over the place, including some dark lights that lit the halls and stairwell. Several partygoers loitered around corners, holding drinks or unlit cigarettes between their fingers. Several wore fishnets and black or latex dresses, leather pants, and high boots, or even flip flops. He spotted a girl with long spiky hair, her eyes thick with black eyeshadow and liner, her eyelashes were long. He stared a bit too much, and felt he was underdressed, but it wasn't like he came to Club Harmony to party. He was here because he'd rather not find out what Lui would do if he disobeyed a direct order. Even though it was only Pierce threatening him.

And that he wanted to know what happened to Nogla.

They walked past the bartender who waved her hand at Marcel, Scotty, and Pierce, but they weren't interested in buying drinks of any kind. Once they came to a large area with a DJ on the stage. There were so many people dancing in the room, it was more gritty than Luke's club at Pulse. His was cleaner, and didn't smell of an underground party that was unlike this place.

Marcel turned to them and said, "Don't drink anything."

They separated, but Evan stayed with Pierce who led him upstairs to the second floor. There were small round tables on the sides with bar stools. Pierce picked a table, moved an empty bottle to the side and placed his arms down on top. Evan did the same, but he kept his hands in his lap, watching the people mingle and move around.

It was unlike anything he would find himself in. Parties were too revealing, and he knew that several hours ago when he tried to let go of his fears. Only to be caught in a large spider's web and humiliated on the street.

Evan nudged Pierce and asked, "What do fixers do?"

Pierce leaned forward, "They're hitmen. You hire them to kill someone."

Evan nodded. "I know that, but—"

"Marcel and Scotty are hitmen, fixers for Lui. They don't work for him essentially, they pick whatever contract they want, and sign it." Pierce shrugs, taking the entire information in stride, while Evan had a hard time coming to terms with that.

Jonathan is a fixer. And from what Lui told him, he usually picked contracts that allowed him to kill his targets. So why didn't he kill him? Jonathan's mission was to get the fucking flash drive from you, nothing else. Lui always sounded like he knew what he was saying and doing. He mocked others for this, and never seemed to fall from his throne.

Scotty appeared through a group of people. He was ghost, even how tall and lanky he looked, he was able to slip by unnoticed. Evan realized that's what they do. They didn't let themselves be noticed until they want too. It bothered him that Jonathan used the same tactic in Pulse when he managed to catch Evan's attention. He didn't want to be seen until he did.

Scotty sat on the remaining stool and placed the bottle to the side. "We found out there's an exchange going on out back."

Pierce grimaced. "Lui isn't going to like that."

Scotty grinned, excitement surged through his body as he slid from the stool. "Let's clean it up. I'm sure Tony would love to hear what Lui has to say when he finds out."

Pierce let out an agonized groan and indicated for Evan to follow him.

Of all the things he witnessed all night, this was the last thing he wanted. A drug exchange. Evan followed Pierce past a group of people, down the steps after Scotty who was heading for the back doors to the club. The halls were crowded with people, but not as much when they closed in on the lone steel door that Scotty shoved open.

Evan slowed his pace, and glanced to the side to see an extremely blonde haired girl leaning against the wall. She was by herself in a white dress, glitter covered her face and hair. And her pupils were enlarged. She gave him a sly smirk, waving at him.

"Should you be here?" he asked her, stopping in the center of the hall. She was young, maybe around the age of nineteen or twenty.

"I'm a look out," she replied, stepping closer to him, her hand touched his arm and brought him closer to her. "And you're a pretty boy."

Evan thought of Jonathan, of Ezekiel shooting the glass of the hospital in hopes of killing himself and Rane. Lui's deadpan expression, speaking ill truth while keeping his secrets to himself. It all came down to the sharp end that he was the cause. It was deafening.

"I'm not a boy," he replied, leaning closer to her.

She grinned, her lids slightly closed. "Kiss me."

And he did. He kissed her out of spite of Jonathan who lied to his face to get something false in his pocket, and Lui who didn't trust him enough to tell him the truth. He kissed her, tasted the sweetness of candy on her tongue, and thought about the car accident that shoved him forward onto the path he lived.

He moved back, and she laughed, and his mind spun with uncertainty that a kiss could make him feel this way. She brought her drink to his lips and he took a swig of it. Letting the coldness rush down his throat, burning him from within. Except there was something different about it. Instead of the ugly taste of hairspray, or even something metal like a coin. It was completely sweet, a candy rolled up in his mouth that numbed his senses. He stepped back, and the girl laughed her cotton candy laughter, and the hallway began to strain in his eyes.

"What's...What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, taking a vial from her pocket with something blue and purple inside of it. She uncorked it and dumped the contents into the bottle he was drinking. "Are you having a daydream, little boy?" She laughed again, sweet, too sweet, that he stumbled away from her. The opposite way of the door Pierce and the two fixers disappeared through.

He needed to get away, but the bright lights were harsh in his eyes, and his body was so warm. The music throbbed inside his head, and he could think of nothing, but Lui shaking his head, telling him he was incompetent. And he thought of Jonathan, and the kiss that he gave him.

He slammed through a door, and everything faded under his feet.