'Justin's journal. It's been two weeks since Tiffany was kidnapped and not a day goes by where I don't think about her. I really hope she's OK, wherever she's at. But knowing how relentless Stefano can be, there's no telling if she's even still alive at this point.

Still, I've fucked up for the last time. If I ever get to see her again, it's my responsibility, no, MY DUTY, to make it all up to her. This ring... It will change everything for the better. It was sure nice of Nadia to give it to me. Even though we aren't that close with each other, she has no idea how much she's helped us out in the last year or so.

I really think it's almost the end of the road for me. My childhood heroes are literally in my city right now trying to murder me. No doubt that they might actually get what they want in the end. But if Venus ever gets her hands on that greasy-haired prick, I know she's won't show any mercy to him. And as for Cyd, he's just as bad as his brother. I wonder why he's not on Sky Garden's blacklist? Is it because he's actually able to reproduce? Because he has a girlfriend? I dunno.

And yeah, that's pretty much it... Tiffany, I hope you're OK wherever you are. I'm gonna save you, AND I'm gonna marry you. But I just wish... I wish.'

Justin threw his pen down and felt the top of his forehead. It was pretty clear that the disappearance of his blonde lover was taking a massive toll on him.

"Damn, Tiffany." he said to himself, feeling very frustrated. He took another good look at the engagement ring, then eyed the photograph.

"Where are they keeping you?"

The 24 year old let out a huge sigh, starting to think that his sweet and loving girlfriend was gone. I can't live without her.

He put his head down in distraught, starting to think about everything. Is life even worth it? Is this all I have to live for? Is this my purpose, to bend over and kiss a bunch of scumbags asses just to keep my life under control?

JD then grabbed his revolver, contemplating on what he should do.

"Maybe, I am a worthless piece of shit." he said, holding the gun to himself. "I went to the mental hospital to get rid of my darkness inside. But now, the darkness outside is consuming me. Is there any point?"

The 24 year old closed his eyes, tear began forming. He really felt remorseful for what Tiffany had to go through. Her, Audrey, Aiko, Lillian, Zoey, and every other girl's life that had drastically changed once he came into the picture.

But thinking about them made him put the gun down, realizing that this was not the way.

"Ugh... What am I gonna do?"

Suddenly, his phone started ringing. He picked it up, reading the caller ID. It was Jessie.

Oh, shit.

"Hello?" he answered, preparing for the worst.

"Justin?" the blonde MILF replied.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, I have some news about Tiffany."

JD clenched his teeth, ready to hear that Tiffany was found dead somewhere. Oh God... Here it comes!

The blonde MILF spoke. "Someone saw her being taken into a building about two weeks ago. They think she's being held hostage in there."

His eyes widened. "Wait, really? What building? Where?"

"They said it was a warehouse near the King's Quarter. Do you think we should call the police?"

"No." he replied, knowing that wouldn't be wise of them, given the police's terrible track record.

"No?" Jessie asked.

"No. It's one thing that CCPD are a bunch of corrupt bastards, it's another thing that your daughter was kidnapped because of me. I don't think calling the police is a good idea, you know?"

She nodded, knowing he was right.

"What are you gonna do about it then?"

He sighed, knowing the outrage that was about to spark in his future step-mother.

"I'm gonna go in and rescue her."

"WHAT?!" the blonde MILF shouted.

I knew she'd say that.

"I'm gonna go into that warehouse, put down the bad dogs who kidnapped your daughter, MY WIFE, and then save her from them."

Jessie couldn't believe what she was hearing. It sounded ridiculously dangerous to her, but she could understand the motive behind it. "Baby, don't do it. They'll kill you!"

"I don't have a choice, Jess." he said, clenching the little gift Vinnie had given him for his birthday.

"Honey, could you at least bring someone with you?"

He sighed once again, also knowing she was right on that aspect.

"Okay, fine." he said, sounding a tad annoyed.

"Alright. Be careful, okay? Call me whenever you have an update."

He understood. "Trust me, I will. Talk to you soon, Jessie."

They hung up. Justin then dialed a close ally to help assist him in rescuing Tiffany.

"What's up?" a voice of a familiar blonde pizza boy answered.

"Hey, Connor."

"Yo, JD? Why you calling me? I've got a lot on my plate right now."

"Connor, man. I need your help." he interrupted, sounding desperate.

He paused. "Really? Well, it's gonna have to wait."

"It can't." JD added.

The blonde pizza boy was confused. He knew they didn't need to be around one another, given the recent issues.

"JD, if this is about money, then you're outta-"

"Do you wanna prove that you're loyal?" he interrupted again, getting fed up with the interruptions.

"Whatchu mean?"

"What I mean is: Prove that you're loyal and responsible. Prove that you're really my friend and that you'll help me out with this shit."

The blonde pizza boy sighed, feeling like this was some kind of ultimatum.

"Alright, fine." he replied. "Whatchu need help with?"

JD shrugged, ready to explain what was about to go down. "Listen, Tiffany was kidnapped a couple of weeks ago. Someone found her, but she's being held hostage in some warehouse outside of The King's Quarter."

Hearing this shocked him. "So, what you saying is: you want my help to save her?"

"Yes."

Although he was annoyed the moment before, Connor's eyes lit up in gratitude.

"Well, why the fuck didn't you say so? I'm down."

JD grinned. "Alright. Come pick me up at my place and then we'll head over. Make sure you bring some firepower. We're probably gonna need it."

"I'm already on it, bro." the pizza boy said, grabbing a pistol. "See you in a bit."

A little while later, the blonde pizza boy arrived outside of JD's residence. He immediately stepped out and got into his close friends' car provided to him by the Sicilians.

"Hey, Connor." he greeted, shutting the door.

"Hey, bro." the blonde pizza boy greeted back. "You ready?"

"Yeah. Let's get this over with."

He stepped on the gas, now on the way to the warehouse over in The King's Quarter. This was definitely going to be a dangerous mission. Connor was unsure if his less-experienced friend could handle it.

"So, why we doing this again?" he ignorantly asked.

JD glanced at him. "Because Tiffany's in trouble?"

"Right," he replied. "But, you sure you can handle it?"

He sighed. "I'm not sure, but I know she needs me to save her. Whoever kidnapped her obviously has an issue with me, and I can guarantee it was someone associated with Waffleslam. Hell, I hope it's Stefano Swire himself."

He nodded, understanding that was most likely the case. "I understand, bro. But Nadia told me she had to save your ass from the Triads the other week."

"Well, yeah? I was cornered."

"And how do I know you ain't gonna get cornered again?" he asked.

"Because I have you with me."

Connor understood, though still had his worries up.

"And besides: If this really is the showdown with Stefano, then I'll be happy to finally put him out of his misery."

"Whatever you say, bro." the pizza boy said, continuintg the drive.

Justin and Connor pulled up near a seemingly abandoned warehouse outside of The King's Quarter. It was gloomy and run-down, making it the perfect place to hold someone hostage.

"Alright, man. How we gonna do this?" the blonde pizza boy asked his friend.

JD grabbed his revolver out and loaded it. He was impressed with the craftsmanship of the pistol.

"Yo, where'd you get that from?"

He looked at him, not realizing that he had yet to see it. "It was a little birthday present I got from Vinnie. Why?"

"Nothing." he replied. "It just looks nice. Much better than this old thing."

Connor looked at his small pistol, realizing how inferior it was compared to the revolver his friend had.

"So, why didn't you get him to help with this?" he asked.

"Huh?" JD said. "Who?"

"Vinnie."

Oh, duh!

"Because, I don't want to force that kind of responsibility on him. He's about to get married and I don't wanna risk his life like that, considering he has a family to take care of."

"Wait, for real?" he asked, sounding interested.

He nodded. "Yes. The wedding's coming up on the 21st."

"Can I come to the wedding?" the pizza boy asked.

JD glared at him. "Why?"

"Because, I think it would be cool." he stated.

The look on his face raised some questions. It seemed like he may have been considering the same path as his best friend.

"Connor, are you thinking about marrying Gina?"

"What? No!" he shrieked, obviously acting suspicious.

Justin smirked at him, knowing he was in denial. Connor grunted, ready to get the rescue mission over with.

"Let's just save your girl, alright? And maybe, we can talk about this later."

He nodded. They both stepped out of the vehicle and made their way inside. Don't worry, Tiffany. I'm coming!

Inside of the run-down warehouse, it was made perfectly clear that it was being occupied. Guards were minding the place, all looking to be wearing Waffleslam merch. Not only that, but the three surviving members of the Krimson Kings were lurking around.

"Jeez." he muttered, knowing that these were most definitely angry fans/mercenaries sent by the Swire Brothers. I'd better take this nice and slow.

As Justin and Connor tried to sneak around the corridors of the warehouse, one of the mercenaries had spotted them.

"Hey, it's Justin Dark!" one of them shouted. Next thing they knew: they were both being ambushed by all the crazed fans that Stefano invited, as well as Jonah, Terry, and Lee, who were the last three gang members of KK.

"Agh!" JD yelped, now hunkered underneath a crate.

"Hey, bro. Imma take care of these punks. You go find your girl." his friend said, firing shots.

He nodded, going the other way while the blonde pizza boy held them off. Last thing he heard was Connor shouting "Hey, you wanna slice of this?!"

"Tiffany!" Justin yelled, hoping to find his girlfriend somewhere in this place. "Tiffany, are you here?"

Upstairs, he heard the muffled screams of a female. He automatically knew it was her.

"Oh God, Tiffany!" he said, running upstairs. She was on the other side of the room, having several goons guarding her. He knew it was finally time to give his revolver some proper use.

"Take this!" he said, firing at them. Although he wasn't much of a good aim, he managed to get several headshots. Unfortunately, there were many Waffleslam fans to get through in order to get to his blonde lover.

"Motherfuckers, I'm about to slam you!" he said, continuing to fire at them, having to reload after every six shots.

"Stefano, where are you, you evil little acorn?!"

Eventually, he made it. There she was: Tiffany Maye, tied to a chair and gagged. There were visible tears running down her face. Seeing the usually peppy schoolgirl he once knew now crying and bruised up got him feeling emotional for a moment. I can't even look at this...

Justin untied her. She immediately hugged him, crying heavily.

"J-Justin..." she muttered, being cradled by her boyfriend.

"Oh, Tiffany." he replied, feeling heartbroken at this instance.

"Oh, Justin Dark!" another voice shouted from the distance. This alarmed the both of them.

"Who said that?" he asked, wondering where the voice came from.

Suddenly, a lanky man with brown hair, sunglasses, and a white shirt came out from the darkness. He also wore a beret on his head, acting like he was some sort of military soldier. From looking at him, JD had no clue who this person was. But one thing was clear: it wasn't Cyd, nor Stefano.

"Who the hell are you?"

The man smirked at him. "Wouldn't you like to know, Comrade?"

Although he didn't recognize his physical appearance, hearing that voice made him know who this person was: a scumbag he previously had to deal with. A man who assisted in helping Dwanye and the other moderators harass him.

"Buttplug?" he said, shocked that he was also in Commotion City.

The man grunted. "That's Sgt. Buttplug to you, Private!"

JD chuckled, thinking this was ridiculous. "Really, dude? Don't you think you're taking the whole sergeant thing a little too-"

In the middle of his sentence, Buttplug kicked him in the shin, knocking his gun onto the floor.

"Agh!" he yelped, feeling pain from the Waffleslam moderator's kick.

"Stand up straight, boy." he commanded. JD refused, knowing damn well he wasn't really a sergeant.

He was kicked yet again, this time falling to the ground. "You have to stop doing that, dude. It's not cool!"

Buttplug looked down at him, having a smug expression on his face. "No, Justin Dark. Saying all that fucked up stuff on stream was not cool."

He looked up at him, feeling enraged. "I trusted all of you. You, Dwayne, BroPapa, Cyd, and Stefano. I opened my life up to you just to have it used as a weapon against me. You're all a bunch of evil little bastards."

"And? You're just as evil as we are. You and that trauma-dumping, group home bullshit. Huh, no wonder you were locked in there. You're so dumb that you didn't even know it was me, BroPapa, and Ahmetut wearing those masks on Halloween." the fake sergeant stated, putting his foot on him.

Wait, THEY were the ones standing across the street? Holy crap!

"D-Dude, I thought we were friends. Why would you turn on me?"

Buttplug smirked. "You think we were ACTUALLY friends? Pfft, yeah right! We were NEVER friends. Not even Cyd ever gave a damn about you. He thought you were nuts. Funny coming from the guy who always flips out on camera."

"I didn't mean to get emotional on stream!" he yelled, having a fit of rage in him. "I watched the streams during a rough time in my life after I had overdosed and gone through several changes in my life. They brought smiles to my face until they sold everyone out. And they'll do the same to you too."

"Well, you should've thought about that beforehand, huh?" Buttplug said, grabbing out an SMG and aiming it towards Tiffany.

"Say goodbye to your girlfriend, Justin Dark. I'm gonna shoot her, then I'm gonna rip your fucking head off!"

The blondie closed her eyes, prepared for what was coming. Justin watched as the sergeant still had his foot on him, restraining the 24 year old from being able to fight back.

Buttplug pulled the trigger. The sounds of gunshots fired, though they didn't hit Tiffany.

"Huh?"

At the last second, Connor had shot the moderator in the kneecaps, making him fall to the ground.

"Oh, shit!" he yelled, glad that his friend saved him. He then reached for his revolver, ready to finish off this evil man for good.

"H-Heh..." Buttplug said, choking on his own blood.

The 24 year old looked down at him, not showing any sign of mercy towards the man who worked for the Swire Brothers.

"I never liked you, to be honest." Justin said, stating his opinion of the moderator.

"S-Same here, d-dumbass."

He smirked at him, knowing that this was his final moment.

"You know, nobody can take you seriously with a username like that. You're a 27 year old man, for crying out loud."

"S-Screw you..."

"You know, actions have consequences. Dwayne doxed me. It's only a matter of time before he gets put in prison."

"T-There will b-be... Hell t-to pay then..."

Maybe he's right. Still, they're all going down. I guess it's finally time for him to get some R&R.

"Well, sergeant. You are dismissed!"

Justin fired three shots at Buttplug, finishing him off. Tiffany shrieked in agony, looking at his bullet- filled corpse in horror. She never thought that her boyfriend was capable of doing such a thing. They exited the warehouse and got into Connor's car, the 24 year old getting in the backseat with his girlfriend, feeling relieved that the blondie was finally saved.

"Are you alright, Tiffany?" he asked, obviously aware that she wasn't.

She glared at him, still feeling pain from the bruises. "What do you think?"

Jeez, man. I'm such an idiot for asking that.

"Sorry."

She shook her head. Tiffany already knew how he was.

Although she was still very shaken up from being kidnapped, she was also grateful that her lover managed to come to her rescue.

"Thank you guys for saving me. I... I really appreciate it."

Justin frowned, feeling very regretful that it happened in the first place.

"What happened, Tiffany?" Connor asked, wanting to know how she got there in the first place.

"I-I was kidnapped before I left work. Two guys grabbed me and shoved me in some van. My car's still at the hospital."

"What two guys?" the pizza boy asked, wanting to know who was responsible for this.

"That one guy you killed in there. What was his name? Buttplug?"

"Yeah." Justin replied. "Well, that was his username, at least. He was one of the guys who was harassing me before I got doxed. That piece of crap also used to hit on Stefano's UNDERAGED niece too."

She gulped, getting a bad feeling in her stomach about one of the men who kidnapped her.

"Who was the other guy?" Connor asked, wanting to know who else was involved.

The blondie had trouble thinking. She was so banged up and mentally damaged that she had a difficult time thinking.

"I-I don't know. All I remember is that he had a crown on his head."

The blonde pizza boy glanced towards the backseat. Hearing the word 'crown' rang several bells in his head.

"Oh my God... Motherfucking Percy!" he screamed, knowing who the man was.

"Y-Yeah." Tiffany replied, now remembering his name. "He was some lunatic wearing a king's outfit. Do you know him?"

Connor glanced at her again. Justin, still in the backseat with her, frowned. "We both do. He was some guy I knew back in school."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah. Apparently, he's gone off the deep end in the last few years. Now. he dresses up like some medieval dictator, does drug deals, and blames me for his personal issues."

"He's also been causing me trouble and fucking up shit between the criminal families." Connor added, having to deal with the maniac for several months at this point.

"And helping people commit a kidnapping." he also added. "Stefano must've put them up to it."

"You think?" the pizza boy asked.

"Well, considering there were Waffleslam mercenaries and one of his motherfucking MODERATORS, then chances are he arranged this whole thing."

The blondie sighed. Even though she was thankful to be alive, the thought of having multiple deranged lunatics going after them was definitely unsettling.

Justin then picked up his phone, dialing the blondie's mother. "Hey, Jessie?"

"Oh, JD. Calling back so soon? Did you find Tiffany?" the blonde MILF answered, hoping he had some good news.

"I didn't just find her, I-" he looked at the front seat, knowing the pizza boy deserved some credit for his assistance. "I mean, WE, saved her. Connor helped me. Turns out Stefano called one of his moderators to kidnap her. I put him out of commission though."

"You what?!" Jessie yelled.

JD sighed. "I did what I had to do. The man was disgusting. He also kidnapped your daughter. Thankfully, she's okay. A little banged up, but okay."

"Oh, thank God!" the blonde MILF shouted.

The 24 year old then handed the phone to his girlfriend, knowing that she definitely needed to speak to her mother at this point.

"M-Mom?" Tiffany said.

"Oh, Sweetie!" Jessie replied, happy to hear from her. "Thank God you're okay."

"Well, I wouldn't say that I'm okay. But, at least I'm alive."

Justin looked at his lover. He felt so much guilt for allowing this to happen. I think I need to hold off on proposing until I take care of this shit.

"I'm just glad to have my daughter back, alive and well."

The blondie nodded, still traumatized from being abducted.

"Hey, can I talk to Jessie again for a moment?" he asked, holding his hand out.

Tiffany handed the phone back to Justin.

"Thank you for saving her, JD. You've done it again." Jessie said.

I didn't do shit.

"I didn't save her, Jess." he replied. "Not yet, at least."

"Nonsense. You've done so much for me and her in the last year. You have no idea how much you mean to me, you know?"

He shrugged. "Y-Yeah. But now, I need you to do something for me: I need you to let Tiffany live with you for an indefinite period of time."

"What?" the blondie shrieked.

He glanced at her. "Tiffany, it's for the best. I can't afford to lose you. You're gonna stay with your mom until this is all over with."

She frowned, not very fond of the idea. "Babe, I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"I can't keep you at my house, dear." he said, gently caressing her swollen cheek. "Until I take down Waffleslam, I think it'd be for the best for you to distance yourself from me for a while."

Tears started to form in the blondie's eyes. "J-Justin..."

JD clenched his fist. He knew it would be a tough adjustment for her, especially considering her and her mother's conflicting history. But he also knew that it would be for the best for the time being.

"I'm sorry, Tiffany. But I can't allow that to happen ever again. You're my lover and it's my responsibility to protect you."

She frowned, having a bittersweet understanding for the situation.

"I'll get the guest room ready." Jessie stated, still on the other line.

He nodded. The blondie looked at him, feeling very scared and confused.

JD gave her a long smooch, reassuring the saddened blondie that it was in her best interest. "I love you, Tiffany."

She smiled. "I-I love you too, Justin."

They continued the drive back to the suburbs in silence. Tensions were high. But thanks to Raymond, this was most likely to end sooner than later. Don't worry, Tiffany. I'll make sure they pay for this.