Half-Truths [hs, mc, zm, nh, lt +]

Chapter Twelve

*Unknown's POV*

I roll over in my bed, deciding it's time to get up. I look at the time. It reads 11:10am.

I sling my legs over the side of the bed and slide myself off. I grab my phone off the bedside table and make my way to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast.

I take out an egg carton, a bowl, a spatula, a frying pan, and other things and turn on the stove.

After a while, eggs are sizzling and bread's in the toaster. I had just put bacon on, too.

My dog stares up at me and I look down at her. I break into a smile.

"Alright here you go." I toss her a piece of cooked bacon and she runs away to her bed, happily munching on her bacon. I finish cooking, clean everything up and sit at the counter.

I finish eating and load my dishes into the dishwasher. I walk over to my desk in the makeshift office beside the kitchen and sit down, looking through the papers.

My dog starts whining at the window at a squirrel.

"Gee! Enough!" I say. She immediately goes to lay down on the couch.

I read the first page of the pile.

Name: Blake Tristan
Age: 24
Born: October 17th
Address: 117 Whitestone Road
City: Toronto ON

I shake my head and flip the page. This one seems interesting.

Name: Scarlett Stevens
Age: 19
Born: April 27th
Address: 874 Brightstock Avenue
City: Toronto ON

"Scarlett Stevens." I wonder out loud. I turn to Georgia, who's still laying on the couch.

"What do you think, Gee? Should I flip through some more?" I playfully ask my dog. She tilts her head, staring at me.

"Wow thanks. Helpful." I laugh. Georgia rolls over onto her back, and falls asleep.

I flip through a couple more, then decide that none of them are fit for the job. I lean back in my chair, running my hands through my untamed hair.

My phone starts ringing, and I look to see who's calling.

Call from: Unknown

Hm, that's weird. I answer it anyways.

"Hello?" I say. I hear rustling on the other end, then a pause. Somebody speaks up again.

"Hi, yes hello." The person says. I immediately know who it is.

"Hey lad, good to hear your voice again." I chuckle.

"You too! So uh, I need something from you." He starts. I lean forward and grab a pen and a notepad. I know exactly what he wants from me.

"Who is it this time?" I ask, letting out a sigh. I'm still quite tired.

"I can't tell you here. Mind meeting me for lunch today at 12:15?" He says. I hear a female's voice in the background.

"Okay yes, I'll be there in a minute sweetheart." He sounds like he pulled the phone away from his face. I wait for him to be finished to give my answer.

"Sorry about that. So lunch later today?" He repeats his question.

"Sure. The coffee house on York Street? Like old times?" I ask, a hint of a smile on my face. I hear him laugh lightly.

"Definitely. See you soon mate." He says with amusement. My smile expands more.

"See you soon." I say and hang up the phone. I put my phone down and stand up, stretching.

I walk into my bedroom, Georgia following at my heels. I bend down and pet her.

"Gee, you can't be in here while I'm changing." I say, laughing. I pick her up and place her outside my room, then close the door.

I open my closet and take out a red flannel and place it on my bed. I go to my dresser and take out some black skinny jeans and place them beside my shirt.

I put on my jeans, zipping them up and doing up the button. I slip on my flannel, leaving the first few buttons undone at the top exposing my chest a little.

I look at the time. 12:00pm. Did he seriously have to ask me now? I have 15 minutes to get there. God damn it.

I go into the bathroom and comb my hair, sweeping the front of it so it covers my forehead a little. I put my favourite hat on, and head to the front door. I put on my black converse and give Georgia a few scratches, saying goodbye.

I get into my car, and start it. I pull out of the driveway and head towards York Street.

I pull into the parking lot of the coffee house, sighing. I park the car and get out. I wonder what he has for me today. This wasn't the first time I've been called for a last minute meeting.

I open the front door and immediately start to look for him. Blonde hair and blue eyes. That's what I'm looking for.

"Mate! Over here!" I hear the familiar accent call to me. I look over to a table on my left and see not a blonde... but a brunette? Still the same blue eyes, thankfully.

I do a half smile and walk towards the booth, slipping into the seat in front of him.

"Hey, good to see you!" I greet him. He smiles widely.

"You too! Man I've missed this." He looks around, taking in the old coffee house.

"Me too." I sigh. I shuffle slightly, wondering why he called me here.

"I have someone for you." He starts, turning my attention back to him.

"Alright, who is it?" I ask. I drum my fingers on my leg, getting antsy.

He pulls out a portfolio and slides it over to me. I take a look at it, then back at him.

"Him?" I ask, dumbfounded. He nods.

"Dude, he's one of the most dangerous people ever. I've met him, I know." I say again.

"Mate he hurt my girlfriend's best friend. I have to do this." He answers.

"Why can't your girlfriend do it?!" I exclaim. I'm not killing a guy in the mafia when I'm not even in a gang. I work by myself.

"She made a promise to Jay- Trish. She can't." He says.

"Niall, I can't." I turn down the job.

"Oh come on! Aren't you one of the most skilled assassins in the world?" He tries to persuade me. It's working.

"Yes but-" I start.

"It's not in your name to turn down a guy like this, is it?" Niall's eyes bore into mine.

"No, it's not." I say finally.

"Great! So tell me, who are you killing?" He smirks at me.

"I'm not saying it." I refuse. He doesn't take no for an answer.

"Say it." He demands.

I sigh.

"Zayn Malik." I say, low enough for only Niall to hear. He gives me a cold smile.

"And who are you?" Niall asks.

"Michael Clifford."