*Chapter 31*

'Okay we understand' Memphis agreed. And since no one said anything against it, I didn't assume that they had any objections.

Even if, I wouldn't blame them if they did. Because deep down, I wanted someone to tell me that that what I was doing was wrong and we couldn't let him just go, but no one did.

"Shit!" I didn't want to do that. In what mess did I get myself into.

"C'mon, we shouldn't wait any longer. They are about to wake up now," he pointed at the bodies laying on the floor. Right, I almost forgot about them. 'Jane give us a countdown.' He said while making himself ready and so did I.

'Five..., four..., three...,' I took a deep breath and settled my mind to focus. 'Two...,' No mistakes can be allowed. 'One...,'

We gripped the door handle as we heard something nudging from behind. 'Go!!'

And with that we bursted out of the building in the same moment we heard shootings shattering down the windows. It all went to fast.

The guards that had been watching our building were immediately gone chasing after the direction the shots had come from and also giving us the possibility to escape without noticing.

From afar, I could see Memphis and Collin teaming up running for the depart. "Just two minutes left!" Pixie said and also symbolized the two who had also spotted us.

"Two minutes just ain't enough," I sighed and ran along. Then suddenly it wasn't only Jane that started shooting, it were a lot more. And they were definitely aiming at us.

"Fuck we're busted!" Pixie groaned. "Hurry!" There was no need for hiding anymore. Which is why we only focussed on escaping as fast as possible.

"Guys!" The voice made me stand still in an instant. I widened my eyes, turning to the place it came from. Zaron. It felt like a whole elephant fell off my shoulders when I could finally assure for myself that he was alright.

"Quentin, what are you doing!" Pixie gripped my shirt and tried to pull me further. Though his hand slipped when I reached after Zaron.

"Quentin! No!" Zaron lunged towards me, pushed me to the side followed by a groan of his and him slumping to the ground, when the only thing I saw was blood.

"Zaron!" I wanted to run to him, help him, treat him, but Pixie, his face looking as pale as mine, pulled me away, trying to get me off of the scene. "No, we can't leave him here!" I shook my head

"You want to die?!" He held me in place, trying to pound some sense into me. "If you don't then you better come with us!" In the next second, explosions leading after another blowing up not far away from us, in the same moment as the screams appeared. This must've been Loki. "Quentin! This is our chance!" Pixie tried.

"RUN! Fucking run! NOW," Zaron insisted on leaving him back there. But my head nearly exploded from the pressure, from my bursting thoughts and from my own self that struggled to make a decision.

"Shit, I can't," I whispered and pushed Pixie away from me, so he would let go. This was all my fault. "I can't, I can't just do that."

He looked at me for a split second then hissed at me, before turning around to run for safety.

As I was about to quickly approach Zaron who was continuously trying to convince me to leave, I felt something grazing my arm leaving a sharp burning pain behind. But I couldn't focus on anything else as I kneed down to Zaron.

"You fucking idiot, why didn't you leave? I told you to leave," he tugged on my shirt, ready to strangle me for my actions but it was final, I had already made up my mind as I grabbed his knife from his pocket and used it to rip a part of his shirt. "No, you shouldn't be doing that! Fuck, Quentin!" He even started hitting me, trying to get me to change my mind.

But his leg was still bleeding. The redness was everywhere, was making my heart clench so much. I tried cropping the thought of it out of my brain as I took the cut out piece of fabric and wrapped it around his wound as tight as possible, attempting to stop the leaking. The steam of my breaths build up on my mask while my heart pounded against my chest.

"I've never met such a huge idiot like you," he sighed and gave up when he realized that it was too late to do anything anymore. "You're hurt!" He gasped at the blood dripping down my arm.

"Zaron shut up!" I groaned. Trying to concentrate on what I was doing.

Then suddenly, everywhere was quiet. Just a few guns trying to aim at us in the background. But that was only for a few seconds until a dominant voice dipped in authority stroked my ear.

"I said, stop shooting!" Last minute, I saw in the corner of my eyes as a tall in black dressed man, stopped a bullet with his own hands that would've probably hit me, if he didn't. Everywhere was completely silence. One could have heard a pin fall to the ground.

My eyes widened when the guy let the bullet fall and turned to us. His hand was obviously hurt but he didn't care when he approached us.

His height was massive, how he was towering over us. It scared me. Close to terrifying, but at the same time I couldn't let my eyes of him.

All of the sudden his hand gripped my collar and tugged me up, forcing me to look at him. He looked kinda... familiar. "Quentin!" Zaron tried to pull himself from the ground but was roughly pushed back down. Though I focussed on the man instead. He must be the leader, if I'm not wrong. But why was his face so familiar?

"Interesting." The guy smirked at me. "This is really interesting."

"Let me go, you bastard," I spat at him. But he just laughed.

"So many years has passed and that's the first thing you call me? But then again, you were never the one to have respect."

His voice. I know it from somewhere.

"Why hiding your face?" He pulled off my mask together with my beanie, letting them fall to the ground. "There you go." His smile was back. "What's with your reaction, you don't remember me anymore?"

I know him, I freaking know him.

"Well I didn't recognize you either, but this one here betrayed you. He stroked the backside of my neck where I had my tattoo which made me frown. "I mean, I immediately knew what this was, seeing as I have the same one. A simple but unique design, chosen by no one else but father himself."

And that made me widen my eyes. "You-" I gasped. "No way," I couldn't believe it. No, this can't be. I finally dared to raise my hand to stroke his hair back. His hair didn't use to be like that, it wasn't this messy, it always used to be slicked back of his face.

"I see, it finally clicked," he smirked, eventually letting go of me. "Did you miss me?" He fixed his hair back the way it used to be before letting it fall back. I was still speechless.

"Raven." I whispered. "But how?" What the fuck is happening here? Raven? My brother Raven? As the leader of the gang? This is a joke, ain't it? Could someone pinch me?

He shook his head in amusement and raised his arm for a quick sign to his mates. And with just that movement, everyone retreated.

"You're lucky, you know that?" Raven sighed. "If it wasn't you, I would've killed you two." I gulped at that, glancing at Zaron who's eyes were nearly falling off. "Unfortunately, I can't kill my brother. Else, father would chop off my head. Especially since you are his favorite."

"That's not true," I bitched, causing him to chuckle.

"Damn, you guys caused a huge ruckus," he groaned and rubbed his temple. I almost smiled as I noticed that he had the same habit as Zaron when he was annoyed. "I'll let that slide for once, but you owe me a big one," he pointed at me.

I stood there, not being able to react. He's just letting us go? What is this? A joke?

"Are you deaf? I said you should leave or you want me to change my mind?" He repeated more vulgar than before, making me jump from his sudden raise of voice. I didn't hesitate, helped Zaron up for support. "Don't tell the others anything about me yet. I'll have to do that myself," were his last words before Zaron and I returned back.

"Are you okay?" I look at Zaron who was still fighting with the pain, making me feel bad as it was all my fault.

"Never been better," he huffed. We finally reached the car where I helped him get in the backseat after stealing his car keys from him. "Where d'you plan to take me?" He sighed. I was concentrated on driving, therefore I didn't answer at first but when I did, his eyes were already closed.

Shit, I have to hurry up. The time it took, getting back home, wasn't even that long but as I was driving, it felt like it never ended. My fingers were trembling on the wheel, knowing that I had to go home to treat Zaron.

Once I had finally arrived, I jumped up, quickly helped Zaron to get out of the car and supported him till the door. It was unnecessary to ring the bell, knowing very well that there wasn't anyone to voluntarily open the door for us, so I just got my phone out and texted Jin instead.

"What the hell happened?" Jin widened his eyes after the door opened.

"Help me carry him to the living room, quick," I pleaded. And in that moment I was so greatful that he didn't question me any further and did what I told him to. "No, on the floor," I stopped him when he was about to lay him on the couch.

Our arrival seemed to catch Ace's and Ramon's attention when I saw them approaching us. "What is hap- oh Jesus!" Ramon gasped spotting Zaron.

"Get me my set! Hurry," I commanded Jin around like I was angry at him, but in reality, I was just angry with myself for letting this happen in the first place. Anger and regret boiled up in me, but the worst I felt was the fear.

"Ramon help me pull his pants off," I asked him to after removing the fabric I used to stop the bleeding with.

"You're hurt yourself, Quentin," Ramon noticed the red stain on my arm. But I didn't bother with it, it was nothing compared to Zaron. His eyes were still closed, but luckily the bleeding had stopped.

Once Jin returned with the silver case I specifically used for such situations, I gulped, exactly knowing what to do.

"You sure, you'll be alright?" Jin worried, but again I kept my mouth shot, leaving everything that didn't matter right now in the background and let my thoughts and emotions fade out of my mind.

After locally injecting a narcotic close to his wound, I had to wait for a bit before I could use a tool to remove the bullet from his leg. That's when it started to bleed again. Though the actual difficulty was the stitching part. But even after a short amount of time, I manage to do that without any problems.

Now that I was through with everything, all that was still left, besides disinfecting and cleaning everything up, was wrapping it in a bandage.

I took a shaky breath once I was done and relaxed my head against his chest, that's when everything came up.

Tugging on his shirt and gritting my teeth in regret, I really struggled to hold my tears back.

"It's fine now," I felt Jin's hand on my back, attempting to comfort me, but it only made it worse, giving me more of the feeling of guilt and all being my fault. "Quentin."

I was shaking worse than before when a sob escaped from me. Biting my lips, I realize that I just couldn't hold it in. Until I gave up and released from Zaron to head up to my room, closing the door behind me. And it was like ages where I last felt the tears dripping down my cheeks.

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