No control

Part 11

How the fuck does he know that? This is the first time I've ever felt this petrified on any mission. Only me, and my father know she is McCan's daughter. And McCan himself despised her, he would never let that sort of information get out.

"Zayn let her speak will you." Niall asserted.

Complying, Zayn pulled down the bag in Imogen's mouth. "Who are you? What do you want from-"

"You know exactly what I want from you Imogen. I want you to tell me where McCan is . I need a word." Niall responded.

Before Imogen could even answer I babbled, "You're such a delusional prick. You really expect to have tea and biscuits with one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the world. And everyone always says I'm off my tits."

A roaring laugh left my lips as Niall threatened ," that's it , laugh all you want. Zayn do it. You have ten seconds to start telling us everything or we slice her throat."

Horror stricken himself Zayn's eyebrows furrowed together as he protested,"what?". But he was met with a repulsive stare before he slowly pressed the knife into Imogen's throat.

"Ten,nine" begun Niall.

"Emily don't tell him anything!" Screeched Imogen forcing Zayn to tighten his grip as she wriggled in his arm.

"Eight, seven"

I was cracking. My knees started to shake. My vision went blurry. Internally, I prayed for may form of help. Refocusing on the room , in the distant corner was a woman resembling me. Reaching out a hand. She wanted to help me. For a second I almost believed it. Believe my mum was still alive , guiding me, telling me what decisions to make.

"Six ,five"

But she wasn't. I can't trust anybody. Not even my own sentences. If my mother saw what u was about to do she would be ashamed. She would turn to me and say 'love is weakness as much as envy is a sin'. But I can't watch her die.

Imogen's face scrunched up and pulled away from the knife . She was preparing for her death. Fighting until the end. I can't live without her. She's the only person I've got left that i can trust.

I meet Niall's ocean gaze once again. The sudden ice in my veins makes breathing impossible.

"Four,three"

"Okay stop! Stop! Stop! I'll tell you whatever you want to know." I begged at the top of my lungs.

Before I could process what I just said , Zayn released Imogen , moved the chair he previously sat on next to me, and pushed her onto it.

Looking to my right, I saw a tear fall down Imogen's cheek, staining her face. What am I doing?

"You ask and I will tell. But only if you leave Imogen alone and answer my questions. Before you said you would tell me after I told you. I think it's the least I deserve." I declare. My proposition was daring but I know I have a chance.

"Alright then. Deal. You answer I question, I will answer a question. Imogen won't be harmed again. Murder isn't my thing anyways. Also Zayn has a phobia of blood." Quickly wiping the smug he signaled to Zayn off his face he asked,"When did you start training to be an agent in that family business of yours? Give me all the details, the more you tell, the more I will. "

How does he know all of this? Feeling colour draining from my skin I reply,"Ever since I was born it was my destiny to become an agent like my relatives and ancestors. My first official training started between the ages of three and five if you count learning different languages and being taught how to read people and how they may live their lives within ten seconds of seeing them. How did you find out so much out about me and Imogen?"

Taking in a huge breath Niall begun,"I have my sources. Various people I've met over the years. Also you are starting to leave a trail behind. From the train bombing in Cuba to the shocking headline revealing you stealing a child from a hotel resort in Madrid. Only when I looked close enough did I realise that it was really McCan's place. Has he got anything to do with why you are both here?

Almost cutting Niall off I reply, "We were hired to find out how corrupt your fucking band and its management are. We haven't even been here 24 hours and it's obvious that the situation is servere. Look at yourselves. You tried to kill one girl, and have the other strapped to a chair. Anyways you didn't answer my question properly so I'll try be more specific. How did you find out both of our name, our full names?"

Leaving forward so he was almost touching my face with his, Niall stated,"I have a friend that I used to work with. He knows a lot about you both. Also , your father is clusy with some of his paperwork. It didn't take me and Zayn much to break in and steal your files. What do you know about the Fitton's?

Wow , they really have done their research."The Fitton's started out as a communist party under the radar just after the First World War. During the Second World War, they begun to notice soldiers from their family dying under unusual circumstances. For example, John Fitton died after having a shovel pressed right into his necks authorities claimed German spies took matters into their own hands. Just like any other family they didn't believe it. I mean who would.  My family were hired by the American government to kill them. The government thought that they wouldn't get over ruled by anyone as long as the strong parties were illiminated. It's a family business just like ours. I've never understood it all my self to be honest. Maybe as the story has gotten passed down from generation to generation it's been amplified. The Fitton's decided to fight back. They trained themselves so by the time they caught my grandfather sneaking into the garden , ready to assassinate another member of the family. He was overruled, tortured and imprisoned by them until he told them everything, he later suffered with PTSD but was able to blame the effects war had on him, Even though he never went out to war. Ever since both the Fitton's and us Siskiona's have been going against each other. After a while, they begun to gain power and status. Which leads us to now , they are apparently working with the McCans as corrupt members of your management and possibly band members.
What friend told you about us?"

Darting his eyes to Zayn, then back to me, Niall explained,"His identity is a secret. He always wears this bunny mask. Every time I'd ask him why I'd be denied."

"How did you even meet him? Just tell us properly what is going on ." Screeched Imogen.

Launching forward to meet Imogen's eye line, Niall sneered,"Your cousin is the one doing the talking. Say another word you will be nothing but collateral damage sweetheart."

"We had a deal, leave her alone or I won't tell you any more." My threat made his fist clench before he asked,"Fine, next question, how did you mum die?"

An acidic flavouring possessed my taste buds. "I'm not answering that. I physically can't. Any other question please. Did your rabbit friend tell you that too?"

Taking his jacket off , Niall continued."Fair play, some things just hit too close to Home. Yeah he did. He knows a lot about you. And about Harry. I propose a proposition for you Emily. Me and Zayn work with you two and we find out what is really going on here."

"No , how could we even trust you? What makes you think we will just work with you both." Furrowing my eyebrows together and shaking my head I continued,"Zayn told me a bunch of lies to make me want to trust him and put me directly into a trap. You both threatened to kill my cousin right infront of me, you tied me to a chair and suddenly know far too much about me for two people in a bloody boy band."

"Because i could easily tell every government in the world, the true identity of the undercover agent and her family business who have been assassinating and working for the FBI and doing their job for them for decades." Threatened Niall."It's your choice Siskiona."

We have no other option. He knows that just as well as I do. If that information is revealed we are ruined. "Fine, we'll do it."