𝐒.𝐋.𝐔.𝐓 ★★ T.K

chapter forty-three.

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𝐓 𝐎 𝐌

I got out, pulling my hood over my head as i approached the shack. I grabbed my gun, loading it and nudging open the door.

Wyatt stood there, his gun pointed at me.

I pointed my gun to him exactly how he did. Wyatt had at least seven men behind him.

"How's the mother of your child, Kaulitz?" he tilted his head, stepping forward. "Phew, man.. pregnancy is tough. Wouldn't say you're much more of a man than I for getting that crazy bitch knocked up." He breathed out, shaking his head.

"Shut the fuck up, and lets get this done with."

"Oh.. oh, no, it's not that simple. I'm not gonna make it fast for you. I want you to burn, Tom Kaulitz." he whispered, stepping forward as I pushed my gun to his forehead. "One more step and I'll blow your brains down your throat." I muttered.

"I know who you are." He whispered. "but does your sweet girl? Does she know the man planning mass destruction? Fucker, you're setting up a franchise." He laughed.

I stared at him, my eyes narrowed.

"but I do know one thing though. That what she doesn't know, Is that you and your fucking brother were--"

I quickly gun-whipped him, watching him fall to the ground. The men behind him quickly came. I put my free hand on my shoulder, the gun aiming at Wyatt's head over my arm as a stand.

"Back! All of you!" I warned, my voice echoing through the cold room.

"Look to your right, Tom." Wyatt coughed, on all fours infront of me with blood running down his chin. I looked up at the man pointing his DNR at me. I grunted, sighing. "Of fucking course." I muttered, hearing Wyatt laugh.

"Put the gun down." A man behind me spoke.

"I want you all to put yours down, or I'll blow his head off." I remarked, my eyebrows raised. "Guns down, and you step the fuck back." I whispered, watching the man narrow his eyes at me.

"Pretty fucking confused why you're not writing shit down." I stepped forward, my gun still over at Wyatt. "That's because--"

"Oh! You think I'm talking to you?" I snorted. "No, errand boy. I'm talking to your fucking boss." I looked over to him, punching him in the mouth before feeling another grab my arm. I elbowed him in the gut, watching him pull out a pocket knife, and shank me in the stomach as my eyes widened and my lips parted.

I grunted falling to my knees with a faint choke. My gun slid across the floor, being captured below Wyatt's boot.

"See where all of this gets you, Tom? And it's all because you fell in love once. You lost that damn fire in you, and now you're soft."

I looked up at him. My eyes narrowed, hand gripped around the pocket knife handle. I ripped it out with a breath-taken jolt, and got up.

"You'll bleed out slowly. It's getting exciting now, no?" Wyatt grabbed the gun from beneath his boot, cocking it and pushing it to my head.

𝐅 𝐋 𝐀 𝐒 𝐇 𝐁 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊

"Tom, your gun is broken---"

I walked out into the bedroom, watching Fiona mess around with my gun. I raised my eyebrow, grabbing it off of her. "Oi, no, don't fiddle with that."

𝐄 𝐍 𝐃

I smirked, coughing some blood while I laughed. "Oh, Wyatt.. man," I breathed out shakily, my hand pressed over the wound spilling out blood.

"I'll show you whats funny you little cunt."

Wyatt pulled the trigger, just for it to backfire. It shot about a millimetre from his head, making me snicker and roll on the ground slightly.

"Ohh, god." I chuckled in shock, laughing with the pocket knife gripped into my hand. I could hear wyatt cocking the gun multiple times, shouting in frustration. I looked up at him, quickly slapping it out of his hands and stabbing him in the thigh.

He stumbled back, falling down onto the floorboards with a thud. I got up, stumbling backwards, and forwards before running out of the shack while his men were distracted. I heard the DNR gunshots behind me. I got in the car, quickly pushing the keys in and speeding off.

The rain had gotten worse. Way, worse.

I slowly breathed out, glaring at the review mirror with two cars behind me. There was going to be more, and I knew. I could fucking tell.

I watched the rain, and hail ahead of me pounding against the road like bullets. This was bad. Really, fucking bad.

"Can't see shit.." I whispered, watching the upcoming bridge approach through the fogged glass. I cleared it, watching the cars behind me carefully.

One sped right beside me. Driving close, pushing my car closer to the edge.

The window went down, a gun facing my window. And then..

Everything just went slow.

"Fuck."