Should We Just Keep Driving? [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 35

A few weeks later...

Everything was quiet.

Dead quiet.

It had been days, weeks, and still silence.

No sirens, no hush-hush, no weird clicking on the phone, or mysterious cars parked outside of buildings or following them around. Nothing.

And that...was worrying.

Louis would rather have the police knocking on his door, lurking in the corners, or attempting to listen in to what he was doing, than have absolute fucking silence. Not a threat. Not a suspicion. Nothing.

His sources were as blinded and deaf as he was. It was as if everything had just...disappeared.

He sat at his desk, in his office, at The Velvet - his crown jewel. In front of him were stacks and stacks of money, all accounted for, in beautiful colour elastic bands. At his feet six duffel bags hid bricks of the purest heroin straight from the North of Africa, wrapped in dark duct tape, ready to be shipped. All that he had before, was gone. The Velvet was the only thing standing and the last card close to his chest. His stash houses were gone, the money he had made was in police custody, and the people who worked for them at those places were behind bars.

The king had fallen.

After the Malik fire, Louis hid - Liam insisted. They went into hiding, using Brianna's parents' home, out in the middle of nowhere, as cover - and Louis hated every moment of it. He was not one to hide or to run. He was the kind that would stand and take the hit - it has happened many times and he always got away with it. Running now would show cowardice and a weak spine. He was not weak.

"We need to stop and regroup," Liam demanded, throwing a duffel bag on the ground.

They had successfully sent Brianna's parents on a long fucking cruise to someplace hot. And she was on the second floor, giggling and babbling about her home. Planning already for the baby to come. They could even move there. There was enough room! A garden! A pool! The little one could grow up like she had, loving the country life and the animals...

Louis hated it.

"Why did I fuck her again?" He asked catching the bridge of his nose, as Brianna continued to the upper floor.

"Because you were happy."

"Why does she have to be here?"

"Because she knows too much, loves to talk and if she does so with the wrong person, it's trouble," Liam responded by fixing his long coat. "And we don't need more trouble."

"The last thing I need is for this baby to be born in this house."

"It won't," Liam replied, as if he knew or cared about the child Brianna carried. The sergeant wandered around the house - it was a typical family home, full of memories, old furniture, and tacky trinkets. It was enough to make him sick. "You'll be here. We'll keep an eye out. The kitchen is stacked, there's water, TV..."

"I feel like a coward."

"The Old Man said move smart. We're moving smartly." Liam argued. The man grabbed a phone, an ancient-looking thing with a small screen and a big keypad, and then tossed it at Louis. "It's a burner. Don't call. I'll keep you posted."

"Where will you be?"

"With one of my girls," Liam announced. "The boys will be close. Anything happens, you have more than enough time to move."

Liam padded him in the arm and the two friends stood in silence. Above their heads, Brianna was humming now and appeared to be talking to her baby bump.