A/N: So we're back to the main story. I hope you will enjoy it. I'm sorry for such a small length but next chapter will be surely bigger.

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I apologie for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Chapter Six

"We're closed, so please, just get out of my club!"

"I don't think so..."

That voice.

Such a familiar voice: the same timbre, tone, so husky now but still recognisable. He was supposed to be miles away from here, just as far as it was possible.

Brendan didn't move. He prefered not to face his so dear visitor due to its circumstances - as he was completely drunk and in that state he couldn't control the beast. Strangely so, the atmosphere was dull, although there were only two people in the club. The unrealesed tension is a very dangerous thing itself and sometimes even the most patient and seemed to be calm person cannot resist to blow it away. But there was one, a very tiny exception - Brendan Brady was a terribly bad-tempered human being.

They've been quiet for a few minutes and the guest didn't seem to want to declare the reason of his late visit. Brendan could've easily said him where to go or just sipmly throw him out, but instead he carried on drinking his glass of whiskey.

A few hard coughs hit the room and immediately the smell of fresh blood filled it. Finally Brendan turned his face to embrace the small trembling figure that was half lying on the floor breathing heavily. His vision was blurry but the only thing he was sure of - that it was too much red colour for this display. Scarlet.

"Brrr-eee-ndaaann"

"You?!" Brendan was paralysed for a few moments, then collected himself and came closer to the almost breathless figure of Joel Dexter.

"What happened to you, kid? Who's done such an awful harm? Oh my-" He closed his eyes and sit down, cupping kid's face gently with his fingers and observing the damage. The blur have almost gone away from his eyes just as the alcohol. "Argh" he needed that Dew to stay in him anyhow longer so he would be able to sort this mess out.

Joel's face was all covered with blood: this steady liquid was pouring down kid's jawbone and something else as well, another liquid without smell, dirty yellow, almost brown colour, he was sick with it. Whoever it was they knew what exactly they were doing. He was going to deal with them afterwards. As a matter of fact, he was furiously intend to do it.

"Bloody!" Brendan muttered, eyes searching Joel's chest frantically for the bullet wound, holding his shoulders carefully but firmly. Nothing.

"How did that happen? What were you thinking, you foolish git!"

Joel hissed and sucked in breath.

"It wa...s... an accident...Ow ow...thinking ...that...p...ahhhh...pushing him out of the way would do a thing, mmoo...re quicker...than just ...sh." He stopped to suck in another breath. " He wouldn't let me goo...his boss wasn't ...succh a nice lad thoughhh.. Ahh."

"Who?!" Brendan's brow furrowed. "Ohh kid, shhh" He lifted his gaze and glanced over at the table searching for his phone. "Slow, alright?" He tangled Joel's hands around his neck and hold him, laying him extremely careful on the sofa, trying not to shake his body for no reason.

He run to the table picking up the phone and typing the number.

"Brenn...daaa..nn" A boy coughed. "I..'m soo..rry...I should.. I wasn'tt...I remem-ber..you and ...me" Joel answered with another spluttering cough.

"It doesn't matter anymore, just stop talking, okay? You lost a lot of blood,kid" Brendan said biting on his lip, unable to stifle a whimper.

For a moment or two Brendan just lay there beside the boy and carding his fingers through Joel's wet hair.

"It's..cold there."

"Argh, bloody tossers! Where are they?!" Brendan removed his hand and shucked off his jacket which he lay over his body. "Don't you dare pass out kid, not here, not now, do you hear me?! We've got to get you to the hospital. You will be alright, just don't.." He muttered the last two words under his breath, caressing Joel's forehead, cheeks.

"need..t...to..say..thhaat.." Joel was beginning to fade, but he fought so hard to stay conscious, having need to say those words.

Brendan could barely hear him.

"Thhank...you...forr...everythhin'." The hand's fallen from Brendan's shoulder, such a thick grip before he finally passed out.