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Chapter 6: Big Time Coincidence

3:30. It was 3:30

Tapping his finger on the arm of his hard seat, Gustavo glared at the clock, urging time to go by faster but failing. As he stared at the clock, he felt the ticking hand to be mocking him and his short amount of time.

What had really angered the producer, like the icing on the cake of the horrible day, was the delay of his flight to New York by three hours. What was he was supposed to do until the damn plane arrived and got ready? Kicking his suitcase in frustration, Gustavo went over the events of the last two days in his mind once more.

He went over the story a couple of times but every time he came to a bump that he wanted to ignore. Going over the story for a seventh time, Gustavo came right back to the bump. He let out a deep breath, aggravated at this one small detail. It was the small detail that could ruin any attempt to bring the Big Time Rush together.

But he had to deal with it; it wasn't something that could easily be overlooked. He had to fix this mess before it snowballed and ruined everything that he was working for at the moment. But how could he fix it?

Gustavo's mind reflected back to the last question that he had asked Carlos Garcia. The answer that he had gotten had shocked the older man many times over as it kept repeating in his brain, like a broken record.

"Who did you put in jail?"

"Jake Diamond."

Jake Diamond. Diamond.

The previously famous music producer was sure that he knew who this Jake Diamond was. Or rather he knew who he was related to. Gustavo would bet any amount of money and his beloved mansion that Jake Diamond was the older brother of James Diamond. The older brother who had driven James to the gangs of the streets of this small town. The older brother who had caused such a drastic change in James.

Gustavo felt himself growing a strong hate for the man that he didn't even. He just knew that this Jake boy had ruined one of his dogs. No, he didn't think of them as 'the dogs' anymore. After these last two days of thinking about everything and how they used to be, he realized that he actually did care for the boys. Yes, they were his boys. Almost like the kids he never had. The kids that he never got to play with, to fight with, to punish: basically all the things that he did with Kendall, James, Logan, and Carlos, his boys.

The producer shivered a little as he realized that he actually just admitted to himself that he did care deeply for the boys. Hell, he just admitted that he thought of them as sons. "Seriously, where did that come from?" He murmured out loud.

Gustavo struggled to grab his suitcase from the luggage belt. Finally getting it off the belt, he checked once more to make sure he got all his bags before pushing the cart forward to the exit. He had landed in New York less than an hour ago but his plan was already set.

Well, his plan was kind of set, he still didn't know how he would find the fourth Big Time Rush boy but he figured he could just use the phonebook and look up his dad's name and go from there. His first plan of business was to get settled in a nice hotel and then find Logan.

Exiting the airport, Gustavo yielded a cab and directed the driver to a find a fancy hotel. It didn't matter which, he just wanted somewhere that he relax before he started the hunt for the dark haired boy. In thirty minutes, Gustavo was at the receptionist in the fancy lobby of the hotel he was soon to be staying at.

"And here is your key," the lady smiled warmly at him as she handed him the plastic card. "Is there anything else I can get you?"

Gustavo shook his head but his stomach grumbled contradicting his answer. He sighed, obeying his stomach, "Where can I get something decent to eat?"

"You can try the rooftop restaurant," the lady suggested. "They serve absolutely incredibly prepared dishes that our guests always adore."

Gustavo nodded his thanks before heading to an elevator, mumbling under his breath, "I'll be the judge of that." As he waited for the elevator to reach the roof, Gustavo tapped his foot impatiently on the black tile floor as he fought the urge to yell at someone. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't yelled at anyone in days and he seriously needed to before he cracked.

Much to his relief, the elevator door slid open to reveal a gracefully decorated outdoor restaurant. As Gustavo followed the waiter who had approached him, he noticed the large fountain in the middle of the roof and the surrounding tables that were decorated elegantly with a blue satin tablecloth and adorned with white flowers in sleek blue vases. Gustavo shook his head, he wasn't supposed to notice these kinds of stuff: he was a man!

"Sir, is this table alright?" The waiter asked.

Gustavo looked at the finely set table that was large enough for two people and felt a sudden feeling of loneliness. Other than that, the table was fine: it had a perfect view of the Statue of Liberty and was in a place that caught a nice breeze. "Yes," Gustavo replied to the waiter as he sat down, allowing the waiter to hand him a menu before ordering a coke. The waiter left to go get his drink and to give him time to look over the menu.

As Gustavo's eyes skimmed over the menu to find something good to eat, his ears picked up on a conversation from a nearby table. It wasn't the conversation that caught his attention, but rather one voice in particular. As the voice laughed, Gustavo was sure that he heard it before. Spinning around in his chair, he scanned the restaurant from anyone that he might know when his eyes caught sight of the black haired boy whose voice had caught his attention.

Standing up, Gustavo strolled over to the group of friends before slamming his hands on table to get their attention. Eight pairs of eyes landed on him and he smirked, "Logan Mitchell, fancy finding you here."

The dark haired boy's eyes widened as he stared at the larger man. "Who are you?"

"I'm Gustavo Rocque, dog," Gustavo began his narcissist rant that he had bellowed out so many times before. "I'm a star, the biggest music producer EVER. And I'm awesome. I AM AWESOME!"

Logan rolled his eyes as he slowly stood up and walked over to Gustavo, looking him in the eyes intensely, "First of all, star, I've never heard of you. Second of all, I highly doubt that a no-name producer like yourself is 'awesome'." The other people seated at the table laughed lightly at his comments as he smirked obnoxiously at Gustavo before continued, "third, I don't like it when a nobody calls me 'dog'. Fourth, don't you know who I am? You have heard of me, of course."

Gustavo raised an eyebrow, never before had he gotten tongue from the black haired boy. Usually he just nodded cowardly and obediently, never once refusing an order. He had also rarely ever acted like such a snob and the one time that he acted like a know-it-all was to bother/ joke around with Carlos. "Excuse me?"

"I'm Logan Mitchell, but you knew that, the heir to the Mitchell Company," Logan smirked, crossing his arms. "I have enough money to destroy anyone, and I mean anyone, that I want. Including you, so I advise you to stop annoying me, old man."

Gustavo twitched at the boy's words, "Who are you calling old?" Jumping forward and trying to attack the black haired boy who stepped back, shocked, Gustavo was grabbed by two rather large, well-built men, who the producer assumed were Logan's body guards. "LET GO OF ME! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM! I'M GUSTAVO ROCQUE!" The two men dragged Gustavo out of the rooftop restaurant while he continued to yell and scream insults at Logan, the two bodyguards, and the rest of New York City.

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