Heartbreak Weather | Niall Horan X OC| {Mafia AU} | Pt 2 Of The Weather Duology

Part 7

"Well guess who I just ran into!" I exclaimed walking into Liam and I's room. 

"Niall. Just saw your text" Liam replied, I sighed. 

"Nessie was with him... Gosh, she's grown so much... You know she's almost his height! I think her hair is starting to turn brunette" I said. 

"Wonder how your brothers and Harry are doing..." He sighed. 

"I'm sure they're great... I'm just worried about Ness" I muttered. 

"Me too" He had a look on his face, like he was hiding something. 

"Liam, you never told me who our next mission was..." I said.

"Er-" 

"It's him, isn't it...?" I asked, "They want him dead, don't they?" 

He just remained silent, looking at the ground. 

"We'll take care of it..." I mumbled. But my mind flashed memories of that night. His dark and angered sea blue eyes, the pierce of the blade on my forehead and arm, my blood all over the floor, his wrapped around my waist, the taste of his lips, the unknown feeling of what I was doing when I was supposed to be killing him... Try to, atleast...

"We need to do it" Liam said, his breath shaking, breaking me out of my thoughts, "I know what you're thinking. We need to... It's a mission of 1000 Crores" 

"Trying to kill him is always a mission failure. And I tell that from experience. I tell that after three times of trying" I replied. 

"Layce-" Liam started, he pulled my face up, making me face his brown eyes, "Please. It's two people now. Not one" 

"Fine. Count this as a fourth, then. It'll still be a failure" I replied, going to bed, even though I knew I wouldn't be sleeping tonight. 

---28 Years Ago. January 25, New York City

"I can't" I told myself, looking at the mirror in the hotel bathroom. 

You Can. My mind replied. 

"I fucking can't!" I repeated again, my hands clutching the counter, my right hand knuckles brushing against my loaded gun. 

You're not in love with him. 

I know that! But I can't- I've been with him for ages. I've been by his side since this all started, Lyla! I can't just kill him!

"Kill?!" I heard a voice exclaim beside me. I snapped my head towards the noise, to see the housekeeping maid standing few feet away from me. Due to my instincts and reflex, I clutched my gun and pointed it towards her before she could bolt down the door. 

I edged closer to her, and she backed away as I did. 

"Who are you going to kill?" She whispered in a tiny voice. 

"That's none of your business" I said.

"You said you couldn't kill him.." She mumbled, I pushed aside the hair falling on my eyes, her eyes widened, "Hold on... You're Layce Tomlinson" 

"I am" I said, my gun still pointing at her. 

"You're going to kill Niall Horan... Aren't you?" She asked, "The rumors are true... You both do own the Ghosts..." 

"How do you know so much...?" I asked, clutching my gun tighter. 

"I study for forensics... Part time here.." She replied. 

Huh. No wonder she was so confident in talking to me. 

I lunged forward, and choked her neck, pinning her to the wall, "One word... And I'll..."