Tyler jumped when his phone buzzed wildly in his pocket. He pulled it out and raised his eyebrows when he saw Brendon's name pop up on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Where's Josh?" Brendon immediately asked.

Tyler instinctively looked around. "Uh... I'm pretty sure he went out."

"Where?"

"I didn't ask," Tyler replied.

"Why the fuck not?" Brendon exclaimed.

"Because I'm not that kind of guy, Jesus Christ," Tyler scoffed. "Why are you freaking out?"

"I got a call," Brendon sighed.

Tyler paused, waiting for Brendon to continue. When he didn't, he rolled his eyes, even though Brendon couldn't see him. "Care to elaborate?"

"I think they've found him," Brendon explained. "God, he's- they're gonna kill him."

Tyler stood up from the couch. "Who's got him, Brendon?"

"The Russian Mafia, idiot," Brendon whispered. "God damn it!"

Tyler ran to his room and picked up the nearest hoodie. "Do you know where he could be?"

"I have no idea," Brendon sighed. "I'm coming over. I'm out right now. I'll be there in twenty, okay?"

Tyler nodded, forgetting momentarily that Brendon couldn't see him. He hung up the phone and dropped it, the sound making him jump. He blinked, pulling himself from his trance, and pulled his hoodie over his head. He began pacing back and forth, playing with his hair as he waited for Brendon.

After ten minutes of pacing, Tyler sighed and stopped. He picked up his phone and pressed on Josh's contact, waiting anxiously as it rang. His heart dropped when Josh didn't pick up.

Tyler sat on the edge of the couch and began playing with his fingers nervously. He didn't know where Josh was, and he was getting impatient as he waited for Brendon. He couldn't help himself as he though of all the terrible things that could be happening, and he squeezed his eyes shut when the thought of Josh, lifeless and blue, laying by himself, blood dried across his neck. What if he had died alone? Or in a painful, long lasting death?

Tyler exhaled shakily. He couldn't think like that. He flinched when the door opened- Josh mustn't have locked it when he left- and watched with wide eyes as Brendon barrelled into sight.

"Get your shit," Brendon immediately stated.

Tyler nodded and ran to get his belongings. He hastily grabbed a backpack and threw an extra hoodie, a medical kit, a drink bottle and a granola bar inside. When he skidded outside, Brendon narrowed his eyes and nearly scoffed.

"I meant your keys," Brendon said. "We're not going on an adventure."

Tyler rolled his eyes. "It's for Josh, genius. Now, hurry up, let's go."

Brendon nodded and made his way out of the apartment. He immediately headed to the stairs, not even bothering with the elevator. Tyler jogged behind him, trying to catch up after being delayed by locking the door. He stumbled down the stairs, nearly falling with every step, and practically threw himself into Brendon's car, which was already started.

Brendon was driving haphazardly, spinning the wheel drastically and definitely speeding. He had a look of determination in his eyes that Tyler had never seen, and he was staring straight ahead.

"Where are we going?" Tyler asked.

"I know a place," Brendon replied stiffly.

"How could this happen?" Tyler sighed. "I thought he was safe."

"Someone told them," Brendon grumbled. "Persico family, probably." He suddenly turned the steering wheel, as if a realisation had hit him. "Shit, they probably have him."

Tyler furrowed his eyebrows. "How did they know about it?"

Brendon turned to him for a second, his expression confused. "They're the ones that helped him."

"What?" Tyler asked. "I thought my family helped them."

Brendon looked genuinely bewildered. "You don't know?"

"Know what?" Tyler scoffed. "You're being really cryptic right now."

Brendon's white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel loosened. He opened and closed his mouth, seeming that he was unable to find the words. He looked to Tyler, his mouth agape, but he didn't say a word.

Tyler was growing impatient. "What is it?"

"Tyler," Brendon whispered. "I don't think you want me to tell you."

Tyler sat up in his seat. "Tell me what?"

Brendon shook his head. "Я не могу поверить, что они не сказали тебе."

"I don't speak Russian, Brendon," Tyler seethed, growing frustrated.

"What's your mother's maiden name?" Brendon asked.

Tyler's eyes widened. "Seriously? That's what we're talking about right now?"

"Just answer the question," Brendon snapped.

Tyler flinched. "It's Stryker. Now, why the fuck do you wanna know?"

Brendon laughed dryly. "Oh my God. Oh my God!"

Tyler was close to slapping the man. "Brendon! What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I thought you knew," Brendon breathed. "I swear to God, I thought you knew. I at least thought Josh would tell you."

Tyler tugged on his hair in anger. "Brendon!"

"Why do you think your parents are involved in this?" Brendon asked.

"They got involved with the mafia when they were younger," Tyler replied, reciting his parents' story. "The Colombo family. It's five families, right? Yeah, my parents are involved with the Persicos."

"They didn't get involved in the Persico family," Brendon explained. "Tyler, they are the Persico family."