Confident • 5sos

Chapter 3

Word Count: 1058

Luke's p.o.v

(I decided to show you guys what the boys are up to ^.^)

"Luke!" Ashton says to me, I look up at his sharp gaze and look sheepishly at Michael and Calum, who're looking at me expectantly.

"What?" I ask, missing everything that was said. Ashton sighs, leaning back in his chair.

"Luke, you need to sort yourself out, what's been going on?" Michael asks, I shake my head, pretending I don't know, but I do know, it's been 3 years since Courtney left, exactly. I know I shouldn't be so infatuated with the brown eyed girl, but I hate how easily she left us, and how easily we gave up searching. The other boys have probably forgotten about her, I'm just weird about it.

"We're having a vote, do we send the drugs to America and risk them caught; but having a higher pay, or Russia were they won't get caught, but a lower pay." Ashton explains, rubbing his temples.

"I say to Russia." Scott, (I'm teen wolf af rn) our 2nd in command, as such, says.

"I think we should risk it." Michael shrugs.

"I disagree, to Russia." Calum says.

"I think America." Ashton says. I nibble at my lip ring, debating it.

"What's the pay difference?" I ask before deciding.

"10,000" Ashton answers immediately. I whistle slightly, it is a large gap.

"America." I say finally, and Ashton scribbles something down.

"Err...what do we do with our...problem?" Calum asks, trying to hint at the people we have under our...capture. Ashton ponders for a moment.

"If they don't give any more information; shoot them." He says, then grabs his phone and leaves the conference room we were in.

"Luke, come with me." Michael says. I nod and follow him.

"I don't think Calum's up to killing them, he pretends to be strong, but this shit effects him the worse, you know?" He says.

"You want me to do it?" I ask him.

"I know you're the youngest, and I'll help you, but yeah." He says, laughing slightly. I simply nod. Why not?

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"Please! We don't know anything!" One of the two men exclaimed to Michael and I. He shook his head, looking down at them in disgust.

"Well then you're useless to us." Michael spat, and shot the one who spoke with his pistol. I took this as my opportunity to shoot the other one with my own pistol.

"See? Easy." Michael muttered. Kicking one of the bodies and leaving. I join him, someone else will sort the bodies out.

"Calum wants out." Michael says simply, I look at him in shock.

"As in, out of the gang?" I clarify. He nods.

"He's got a girlfriend now, and he really likes her." He says.

"He treats her like shit." I laugh, I don't see her that often, but when I do, she looks beaten and broken.

"She loves him, and he loves her, I guess." Michael shrugs.

"He has a funny way of showing it then." I mutter, turning the safety on my gun on, don't want to accidentally shoot myself - even though I trust my skills.

"He doesn't know how to, he was beaten as a kid, Luke." He tells me as if I don't know.

"Well so was I, but I don't go round beating girls up." I retort, then shake my head.

"It doesn't matter. How do you know he wants to leave?" I ask. Calum has been slightly off recently, but I didn't think he'd want to leave so easily.

"I heard him talking to her, she was crying and shit, saying she hated constantly worrying about him. She said that he had to pick between the gang or her." Michael shrugs, but I can tell its affecting him; him and Calum were best friends even before the gang started.

"He'll make the right decision." I tell Michael, slapping his back to try and comfort him.

"I hope you're right." He sighs. He pushes the button on the elevator that takes us to the top floor of this building; our apartment. We still own this whole building, and the top 5 floors are apartment buildings, we all live in the top one as it's easier if a problem occurs. We each own a quarter of the top floor but can easily access another's part.

"I haven't slept in days, so I'm gonna go to bed. See ya." Michael tells me, yawning. He seems to have permanent bags under his eyes, which I've grown used to. I think we all have bags, though. Being in a gang is pretty stressful.

"Okay, Mikey, I think I'm going to go and get some coffee from Costa." I say, ruffling my hair slightly.

"We have a coffee machine here." He laughs as I walk back to the elevator.

"It's not the same." I call back as the elevator doors shut.

I walk out of the building slowly, and then turn left to the nearest Costa Coffee. As I walk I see people cross the road so that they don't have to pass me, I smirk at the fact people are so scared of me they don't even dare walk on the same path as me.

When I get to Costa I queue patiently, even though I could easily push in to the front - no one would say anything, I find it pointless though.

"What can I get you....." The server says when I get to front of the line. She looks up and her eyes widen noticeably.

"Can I have a double shot cappuccino, please. To go." I tell her, she nods, eyes widen.

"£4.65....p-please." She says, outstretching her hand slightly. I give her a wrinkled five pound note, and she puts it in the register.

"Keep the change." I mutter, she just nods and turns quickly to make my drink. I again wait patiently for my drink.

Instead of handing it to me, she places it on the counter. I take it from the counter and immediately walk out of the coffee shop. I then spend half a second debating where I should go to next. I would go back to my apartment but I don't have anything to do. I check the time - 1:40 pm, and decide to just walk the long way home.