Cards Against Us All {HS}

-Chapter Nineteen-

Chapter Nineteen:

Zayn

Everything went to shit. To absolute shite in a matter of minutes.

Games day was absolutely brilliant. Harry and Clara came along with us again and they hovered a bit closer this time but then they went off and found a bar and got drunk, like the last time. We won lots of money and we upheld our well known title.

Then it came to drop off day and it went completely downhill.

It was Billie, Liam and I's turn to do the drop. Not that it's ever a good thing and it was one of Billie's first drop offs outside of England. It was all meant to go smoothly but it didn't.

There was a minor hiccup in the execution of the plan.

Every time we knew we had to do a drop, we would take time the night before to plan everything to a T so that we didn't mess up. Gio relied on us to do this one thing for him and we fucked it up.

We had everything. We had everything they wanted but they didn't cooperate or we did something wrong.

It went horribly wrong because I ended up being beaten to a pulp. I tried to fight back, I did but when there are five or six men who are all a lot taller than you, it is quite hard to fight back.

I barely remember hearing Billie screaming her head off and the next minute she was being muffled by Liam's palm.

It went like this:

We walked up to the meeting point, which was behind an old and abandoned building, with nothing but a knife in our jeans and Billie's was in a holster on her thigh. It was the only protection Gio would ever let us have. It was all he'd ever trained us with.

"I definitely think this is one of the more dodgier locations we've had to come to." Liam whispered, confirming what I was thinking.

I hummed an answer to him as we spotted two big figures in the distance. I nudged Liam, who then nudged Billie, and I gestured over to them.

"Ooh, big guys. Be careful." Billie whistled, swaying her hips as she walked.

"Shush, B." Liam hushed her.

We approached the men slowly and cautiously, praying that they weren't going to cause any trouble.

The people we were meeting were not part of any of the organisations linked to Gio's normal customers so we had to be careful about how we acted around them. Gio's normal customers knew us by name and we often met in public places and had a drink afterwards.

This time, however, the men had a very broad stature and their builds were insane. They wore tight, dark coloured tee shirts and dark coloured cargo trousers. Pretty typical outfits for something like this but it made them look intimidating.

Whoever was in charge of their organisation clearly knew to bring out the big guns. Literally.

There were guns strapped to their backs and smaller guns in their trouser bans line.

"Hola." I said, greeting the men that were now standing in front of us.

"Hola. ¿lo tienes?" The man on the right said in spanish.

"I'm sorry mate, hello is about as far as my Spanish goes." I laughed. I don't know if it was me calling him mate or if it was my lack of Spanish but neither of them looked happy.