Chapter 3 Oil and Water.

The strange men surrounded him as though they expected him to run then they led him to a private room. It was on the same section as the room his father was having a meeting, but it had a separate entrance.

One of them men knocked. "I have brought Mr. Day, sir," he said.

"Enter," someone answered and the door opened. The men stepped aside to let Jayden in. Jayden walked into the room and his face fell.

Inside the room, Jayden paused at the sight of the people in the room. He felt the need to curse out loud.

Why were they there?

"You really are Jayden," Harry said and Jayden felt an idea spark and he frowned in confusion.

"You all are?" He asked and they all paused.

"You can't actually be pretending to not know us, right?" Daniel asked.

Of course he knew who they were. He could not forget them even if he wanted to. Daniel Woods, Matthew Hunter, Harry Steele and of course, the very person who led people to isolate him, Marcus Night. But he was never going. To admit he recognized them. Still pretending he did not recognize anyone, Jayden's eyes scanned the room till they fell Marcus, then he seemed to recognize him.

"You were the one who saved me from the sea yesterday, right?" Jayden asked Marcus and the rest frowned.

"Saved you from the sea?" Yesterday? They were all curious.

Marcus regarded Jayden curiously. He recalled he had fished the discarded son of the Day family from the Sea yesterday. That was Jayden?

"Though you saved me, I have a feeling you have a part to play in how I ended up in the sea, so I will call it even," Jayden said.

"You really don't recognize us? It's Matthew," Matthew pointed at himself, "Matthew Hunter," Matthew insisted to Jayden. Jayden pretended to freeze, and then he frowned.

"Then, you must be Daniel," Jayden said darkly as he looked at Harry, "and Harry," he looked to Daniel.

His face fell further as he looked at Marcus. "And Marcus? Yes, I remember," he said.

Marcus's grip tightened on his glass of whisky. His eyes remained fixed on Jayden's face. They noticed that Jayden recognized Daniel and Harry wrong and raised a brow. Did they look so different from how they looked in high school? Jayden did not care about their reaction. He refused to let them believe they were unforgettable. Jayden would not let those who bullied him feel accomplished that he could not forget them.

They noticed that Jayden seemed to become tense when he realized who they were. "So, why did you have your men call me here?" Jayden looked at Marcus and asked.

Marcus leaned back as he gripped his glass tightly. I was not sure what he was thinking. He gestured to the laptop screens displaying Gregory Day's private room.

Jayden immediately understood. It seemed they were watching his father. Jayden was not stupid. There was a snowy way they were just watching his father for entertainment.

His father probably did something and was about to be caught before he barged in. A part of him regretted confronting his father. If he knew they were watching him, he would have stayed away and let his father get in trouble. And above all, he would not have had to meet them.

"I did not expect my confrontation would get in the way," Jayden said stiffly.

"But it still did," Marcus said, "You still interrupted. This is on you."

"You want me to pay for it?" Jayden asked incredulously.

"Yes," Marcus said.

"There was no way I could have known it would interfere with your work. I have every right to confront my father as I like," Jayden said.

"You really think I will let you walk out of here?" Marcus asked and Jayden paused.

"So, what do you want from me?" Jayden answered. His reaction frustrated Marcus. He could not explain why, but he felt this urge to torture Jayden.

"I can let this slide if you deliver something for me," Marcus said and Jayden paused. He was not stupid enough to do that. His eyes trailed across Marcus's hair; a nice buzz cut on each side with shoulder length hair from front to back ties away behind him, exposing his tattoo peeking from under the neck of his black dress shirt.

Everything about Marcus screamed dangerous and it was not just his muscular build. From the sketchy men to the fight he witnessed last night. Marcus was involved in the underworld. He would be stupid to deliver anything for him.

"Why would I do that?" Jayden asked defiantly. Why would Marcus specifically ask him to deliver something if it was not to harm him?. Marcus seemed to read his mind as he leaned forward and took a sip of his whiskey.

"You are still naive. This is not high school," Marcus said as he pulled out a gun and placed it on the table, "I would not hesitate to put a bullet through your skull."

Jayden paled at the sight. The rest seemed amused. They always know about the bad blood between them. In school, they called them Day and night as they could not exist in the same place, funny how that is their name too. Only Harry looked troubled as he glanced at Marcus with worry. It was not quite clear why.

"Alright then," Jayden relented. He had no choice. He just hoped that after this incident, they would never meet again.

The rest got up to leave. "Well, I have an appointment," Daniel said and Matthew followed.

Harry paused beside Marcus before leaving. "Don't overdo it, so that you don't regret it later," Harry whispered and left them alone.

"Follow me," Marcus said and left the room. His men flanked Jayden as though he would run any moment till they got to the car outside.

"Get in," Marcus instructed and Jayden swallowed. He had a feeling whatever he was going to deliver would come back to haunt him.