JC hangs up the phone, turns to look at us, "It was them."

"How do you know? All you said was hello and then hung up." DJ asks.

"Because anybody else that would have been calling for Lance would have said something. They all know that Lance and I hang out together a lot, and this isn't the first time I've answered his cell phone. Usually they talk, not hang up." JC states.

"Fair enough, but it could have been a fan." Joey says.

"No it couldn't," a weak voice from the bed states. "I just changed the number again today."

JC looks at Lance, "Then how'd they get it?"

"I haven't a clue Jayce." Lance rolls to look around the room. "What have you done Jayce?"

"It's ok. We're not taking anymore crap from them."

"But...my mom." Lance begins to cry. "They'll kill her Jayce."

"I don't think so Lance. Why would they kill her? Then they'll have no leverage over you what so ever." JC sits next to Lance. "It'll be ok Lance. I promise."

"How can you promise me something like that Jayce? You have no idea what these men are capable of."

"I think I have a pretty good idea Lance. If they can force you, the gentlest person I've ever met in my life, to hurt the people you love more than anything. It doesn't really matter who they are, they're going down. Now if you all will excuse me, I need to make a couple of phone calls." JC states. He walks towards the door, stops and waves me over to him. "I need to call a couple of friends, I need you to come with me."

I nod and both of us walk out the door. When we step out into the hallway I see someone running around the corner. "I think we have company," I whisper to JC.

He looks at me, "Really? Who?"

"I'm not sure, but someone just ran around that corner over there." We quietly walk down the hallway.

When we get to the corner we peek around just in time to see Wade rushing into the stairwell.

"What the hell is he doing here?" JC growls.

"Why'd he run off like that?" I look at JC, "You don't think he has anything to do with this do you?"

"I don't know, but that was quite strange." He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and dials, "Dad? Yeah mom. It's important. No. Yes mom," sigh. "Look, I don't have time for you to grill me about my love life. I need to talk to dad. Thank you. Dad...Hi...Yeah it's Josh...We have a situation. Great. Thanks. How many? Great. Bye."

"What was that all about?" I ask.

"Hang on. Two more calls, then I'm all yours." He dials again. "Kevin please. Thank you. Hi Kev. Yeah. I'm good. Look, we have a situation. New York. Thanks. How soon? Great. I'll send Tiny to pick you up. He's getting Joseph. Thanks. See you then." JC hangs up the phone and dials again, "Jeff please. Thank you. Hey Jeff. Good and you? That's good to hear. We have a situation. Yes, you heard me correctly. Great. We're at the Regency suite 1459. See you then. Bye." He hangs up again and looks at me.

I raise an eyebrow and lean against the wall, "What was that all about?"

"Just bringing in reinforcements. Like Chris said. They want a fight. Their gonna get it."

"Ok," I smile. "I understand ya'll are well networked and shit but what can you guys do to a group of Russian mobsters?"

JC smirks, "Just wait til morning Mark. You'd be surprised what a group of boyband goody-goodies can do when properly motivated."

"What? You all got family in the mob or something? Lance's family the only ones that actually tried to get away?"

"Naw, when we're all together, we're far more dangerous than any mob baby." He smiles at me. "You haven't seen Chris on sugar have you?"

I snicker a bit, "No I can't say that I have, but I don't think these guys are going to be afraid of a hyper Chris."

The smile leaves JC's face, "Don't worry. He doesn't just get hyper when he has sugar. There is a good reason why he didn't want soda in that drink earlier."

"Why? He turn into a monster or something?" I tease.

JC raises an eyebrow and walks towards the room, "Let's just say, you don't wanna piss him off after he's had a lot of sugar."

I follow JC down the hall and grab his arm before he opens the door, "What about you? I know we just really met and all but..."

"But you'd like to get to know me better..." He pats me on the shoulder, "Don't worry baby. You will. Nothing will happen to me."

"How can you be so sure?"

"It's written in the stars Mark. You can't kill....."

"JC...Justin's awake." Joey peeks into the hall. "You two ok out here?"

"Yeah." JC states brushing past Joey and heading straight for Justin's side. "J?"

"C? Is that you?" Justin whispers.

"Yeah. It's me sweetie. How you feeling?"

"I'll be good as new in a couple hours. What's going on? Why am I in Mark's room?"

"You and Lance got in a fight. Joey and Chris brought both of you here."

"How's Lance?"

"I'm fine J, or will be soon." Lance states while placing a hand on Justin's shoulder.

I look closely at the two of them and then at JC, "Can one of you please explain something to the rest of us please?"

The three of them look up and around the room. "What is it Mark?" JC asks.

I sit down next to Chris, "What the hell is really going on here?"