Faceless [H.S]

They Know. 24

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

HARRY'S. P.O.V

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

"Fucking shit," Jackie grumbled, rising to her feet slowly. She pulled her mask over her face and I stood up at the same time, peering angrily behind the slits in my mask. Shit. I couldn't get a fucking break. It was idiotic of me to assume that after Liam, everything would be done. I have had just about enough. I slid my tongue over my teeth in annoyance and anticipation, my hands curling into balled fists at my sides.

Zayn rose slowly and the three men walked toward us. One sported a messy man bun and slits in his dark brows, and the others looked almost like twins with their bleach blonde hair and stern jawlines. Their blue eyes glared into ours. 

I had never seen them before, I had no clue who they were. Jackie's hand instinctively flew to her pocket, and the men aimed their guns right at her. "Hands up where I can see 'em." His was voice was deep.

"Don't point that fucking gun at her." Zayn hissed. 

The barrel was then faced toward Zayn.

"I really don't give a fuck about dying," Zayn spat. I kept my gaze on the men and their fingers tickled the trigger menacingly. A grin spread on his lips and he walked closer to Zayn, putting the gun right between his brows. Zayn didn't flinch, instead he pushed closer into it, a wicked look in his eyes. "I'll pull it for you."

"Well I'm not trying to kill you, Zayn. I just wanna talk."

My heart fluttered for a quick moment and Jackie and I's head whipped toward each other. 

"Hello, Harry. And... Jacqueline? That is your name, right? Hm, I'm not sure."

How the fuck did he know our names?

"How about I pay your sister a visit?" The man taunted Jackie.

Sister?

It was like a switch. Jackie's foot kicked him in the groin, and I moved quickly, gripping his gun in the process. He growled in pain and I aimed his gun at the blondes behind him instead of him, pulling the trigger and shooting them both in their shoulders. They dropped instantly, releasing their guns and Zayn rushed over, kicking them into the distance. He then punched one in the face and stepped on the other's bullet wound, the sounds of their cries and screams piercing my ears. Zayn looked through their pockets then, trying to find anything. I returned my attention to Jackie.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jackie asked, finally pulling out her gun. The man was on his knees before her, hunched over. She pushed the barrel on to his head.

"I'm not talking to you about anything in this position..." he snapped back, defiantly.

I pulled out my knife to press it against his face. 

"I could kill you so fucking easily," I finally spoke. "And no one would even fucking miss you."

"Liam told me about you guys," He said to me.

"Nice things, I hope," I said, pushing the knife harder. One centimeter of pressure and this blade would be through his cheek. The man didn't look scared, but rather excited. I wanted to skin him.

"Said you're the one who doesn't talk, just a sick fuck who likes this shit," was all he sputtered, his eyes darting between us.

"Guess Liam was finally right about something," Jackie said, head tilted. 

"And he told me... you're the bitch who's anger gets the best of her most of the time?"

Using the butt of the gun, she striked him atop his head as hard as she could. He reached forward to try and grab at her but the tip of my boot kissed his chin easily. In one swift movement, he was doubled over again from being kicked, spitting out blood. "Fuck, he was right..."

"I couldn't find anything on 'em, kill 'em now?" Zayn asked, suddenly.

Jackie and I gave a nod of approval and shortly after, gunshots followed and rung throughout the air as we put our attention toward the man in front of us. Those blondes offered nothing to the table.

"Now it's just us and we can talk. You think you're better than us?" Jackie asked. 

"I think you underestimate us," He spat out more blood. "And misunderstand us. This is simply a misunderstanding."

"I'm understanding this pretty fucking well," Jackie hissed. "You came here to try and set us up."

"No, I came here... to ask politely... if you guys could just end  Faceless."

"So polite, pointing guns at us and insulting us," Jackie snorted. "You're not that bright, are you?"

I was silent as I stared at him, dumbfounded. Was he insane? Zayn walked over, wiping blood from his mask.

"James isn't telling you the entire truth and I know you know that," he said. "So you can kill me all you want, but we can talk like actual adults before the cops get here..."

Jackie kept her gun facing him, staying quiet. What the fuck was he getting at? 

"Stand up," she ordered. He rose to his feet. We were eye level and I retracted my blade from him, keeping a tight grip in case he wanted to do something stupid. 

"Faceless is going to be no longer and you're going to regret not joining Liberated. Your time is running out. So kill me, but if you were smart, you'd know it wouldn't solve anything." He began to explain.

"Let's say I'm not smart and I just splatter your brain on this floor," Jackie said, softly. Her words were so violent but her tone was so gentle.

"Then you'd be just like your sister...Vivian."

Jackie let out a soft gasp, her grip getting tighter on the gun.

Who the fuck was Vivian?

"Consider me as your warning, and truce. If you don't take it..." He paused and looked at all of us. "Then I hope you're ready for war. You kill me, and that's the message you're sending out."

Jackie's hand was trembling, knuckles turning white from the grip. Finally, Jackie pulled the trigger and he dropped.

He was smiling when he was shot.

I turned to Jackie, who was completely frozen.

"Jack," Zayn said, grabbing her wrist. He pulled up her mask and was met with her flushed skin. Her lips were parted and she was panting quickly. I had never seen her look so terrified before.

"What happened?"

Fear.

"They know," was all she managed. "They k-know everything."

Her eyes welled up with tears and my eyebrows pulled together. I pulled my mask up and stared at her. What the fuck was going on?

"This is going to be a fucking blood bath--" Her voice was fast as she tried to collect herself. She began to rush quickly to the window to escape. Zayn followed, looking at me hopeless. She was panicking, an absolute wreck. She was shaking and crying, I had never seen this at all in my years of knowing her. 

"We have to go before the cops get here, we have to talk to James. I knew something--I knew something was wrong, I have to get to Valerie--" 

Once I heard her name I took quick strides to her, eyes narrowed. I didn't want to hear that name again, I didn't even want to know of that Vixen. "Valerie?" I asked, firmly, cutting her off. Why was she talking about her?

"Harry, Valerie is my fucking sister."