Author's Note= I'm gonna try to catch up to what I've already written. Because I've completed this story! Depending on comments and such, I may change the ending. I've already begun Smile In Your Sleep. I'm not sure if I should post it before or after I'm finished posting all the chapters of Hack My Heart.

This chapter is sorta short. And how do people feel about the appearance of Bullet again? My Beta loves his accent; I just had to bring him back. =) And there are more OCs. Tell me, who honestly thought that Paul would betray? I actually never planned for him to betray at first, then I was like "Ah, wtf, why not?" And yeah…

I'm up to 23 reviews… =/ I'd like more… I've gotten quite a few favs and alerts, much more than reviews. I is not very happy, but I can't force people to review, I dunno.

Song For This Chapter= Alibi by 30 Seconds To Mars

Mello's POV

How did I get pulled into this?

Why did I just spill my guts to him?

Why is he comforting me?

The tears fell faster, this was too frustrating.

"Why are you doing this?" I shouted at him.

I watched his as his face went blank. The idiot looked like Near. Completely forgetting about our situation, I released my feelings the only way I knew how. I struck, punching Matt squarely in his jaw. I was vaguely aware of the vehicle stopping and the door opening.

"You don't understand! You don't know what it's like to watch the one you love die!"

Matt got out of the vehicle. I followed and saw Bullet standing with two of his men, and Paul.

"I thought I was broken," Matt was bitter.

"Ya' were broken; but I let 'im fix ya'." Bullet's words cut through my anger and straight into me.

Me… Mello. I'd been used.

I felt my rage dissolve, though it normally would have doubled. I stared, but said nothing.

"What?" Matt was obviously confused; gently rubbing his jaw where I had hit him as he spoke.

"Ya' 'eard meh." Bullet was amused.

He was mocking me and I could do nothing. Although it was apparent that Matt hadn't planned any of this, I couldn't help but feel betrayed by him.

"Ya' both 'ave two choices," Bullet continued, "Cardinal, yer' choices are; take back yer old job, or we give it ta' blondie."

Blondie? I would have been –should have been– angry, but all of my anger drained as soon as it appeared.

"I don't know," the hacker's answer surprised me, he either wanted it or he didn't.

"I know what we need ta' do 'den." Bullet ordered his men to do god knows what.

I wasn't paying attention, I just stared at Matt. He looked torn between relief and horror, but then his face went blank. Defense mechanism, I guess.

Matt and I were led inside the base, we were taken into a room and I was strip searched. The redhead was just padded down. In that moment, I should have envied him, but I was still numb from shock.

So many things had happened in the last forty eight hours. I was still trying to figure out what I had done right to get his dominance out. I kept on thinking these thoughts as we were led down a hallway. I was shoved roughly into a room, looking behind me I saw that Matt was too.

Turning back to assess the room, I saw nothing out of the ordinary. Matt passed me and collapsed on the queen sized bed. I sat down on the other side, watching as he pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the night stand drawer.

"Don't get too comfortable. You won't enjoy this bed for much longer," he said in a defeated tone, lighting the cigarette and taking a drag.

I watched him blow out the smoke; he looked exhausted. There was a knock on the door. I froze, and Matt just continued to smoke already on his third cigarette. No, scratch that, fourth. The door opened revealing Bullet and two of his men.

"Is it really good ta' be smokin' wha' ya' found in 'de drawer?" Bullet was smirking, but Matt didn't seem to care.

I stole the pack of cigarettes from him, violently. I pulled one out and examined it. There was white powder in it…

"It's ecstasy." I stared at Matt; who took the pack back and continued smoking.

"Okay, Jackson, Jermane, you take the blond thing." My eye twitched. Thing?

Matt chuckled dryly, and I glared at him.

"What?" he sat up, leaning on his elbows.

"You're a bitch," I hissed at him.

"Oh, damn it, Matt!" He impersonated me when I had reached my orgasm, screaming out what had previously been his real name.

I snarled at him before full on attacking him.

"Ah! This must mean I'm good at what I did earlier if you're back for more already." It clicked; if I pushed him at the right time, his sarcastic nature forced him into dominance.

That didn't change the fact that he pissed me off. I pinned his wrists above his head and straddled his waist.

"You're an ass," I growled.

Suddenly, I remembered the others in the room. Bullet was sitting in the chair from the desk across the room from us, watching. Jackson and Jermane were at the foot of the bed; both of the Jamaican men staring at me with lust filled eyes. It was then that I realized that they had a good view of my ass. I leaned down to Matt's ear, licking it as cover.

"What the hell have you gotten me into?" I whispered biting his ear.

"Ah!" Matt whimpered.

"Okay," Bullet stood, as if knowing what I was trying to do, and walked towards us. "It was entertainin' but I 'tink we should show 'de Cardinal 'is options."

Matt froze underneath me, and then I felt hands pulling me off of him.

A/N= B'sWN is severly sorry for the shortness. But both her and her Creativity agreed that it was a good place to cut off. O_O So don't murder B'sWN!