Kidnapped by the Dead Rose Gang

Chapter two: Decisions

Lavender Hex marched down the long hallway tunnel of their underground sanctuary. It was a shock when her father first brought her down there. Now, it's become her home. Long concrete walls and ventilated AC ducts assured the Dead Rose gang's leader that they weren't in any danger of suffocation.

Quick strides lead Hex to an eight-way crossroad. She sighed, moving to a hall marked: Hall B. The dorms where they all stayed.

She had to have a talk with Niall over the cockup. It was Ryan's fault her Irish counterpart made the wrong grab. She knew what he tried doing. Fortunately, Hex was smarter than that.

Coming to room three she knocked; entering a second after.

Niall was biting his nail, pacing back and forth.

"Hey Horan." She muttered gruffly, not bothering with pleasantries.

Her tone made Niall stop pacing; a nervous look adorning his stressed face.

"M'lady." He greeted, smiling out of fear.

If it weren't such a serious moment, she'd acknowledge it with a headshake or sarcastic curtsy.

Unfortunately, she's got a situation to deal with. Hex did not do extra and she sure as shit didn't handle situations of this magnitude. So, she walked in further; sitting down heavily onto Niall's unkempt bed.

"I'm sor –" Niall tried when lingering silence grew between them. Hex held up her hand at his attempt. "No," She interrupted briskly. "You're not."

Niall swallowed, knowing he didn't have an argument to that. She was right. The Dead Rose Gang were never sorry. They did as told and he was following orders that were given. In this case though, it wouldn't have been out of line to admit his Irish roots felt slight guilt for dragging an innocent guy down into their chaotic mess.

"Fortunately, I keep track of all sent messages between members here. I knew he sent you the wrong description on purpose. I had specifically told him who you were to grab. Brunette hair, blue eyes, 6'1. Not green. I suspect he was trying to get you killed or he was a compromised agent of Mr. Sir. Unfortunately for him; I'm not your average stupid bitch."

Niall looked relieved, choosing silence as his reply. He knew better than to retort something; least it be taken out of context.

"Ryan should be begging for death right about now. Would you care to do the honors? If not, Zayn is most certainly still working him. He can have him for dessert for all I care."

Niall shuttered, seeing Hex smile darkly. She made him nervous grinning like an escaped mental patient. The girl could curdle cottage cheese and that was already fermented enough.

"Zayn can have his cake tonight and eat it. I'd like to stay here. If that would be acceptable?" Niall swallowed, eyeing Hex. Seeing her already shaking her head.

"I'm afraid not, Horan. We still have an issue with green eyes in interrogation. He saw your face; he saw Tomlinson and mine. Why wasn't he blindfolded?" She demanded sternly, wanting to know why Niall had chosen to gag the guy instead. Mouth could easily be dealt with. Vision...not so much. "Also, why was he gagged with my six-hundred-pound scarf? His teeth frayed the wool! I hope you plan on buying me another, because his pie-hole in this is less important. His eyes, mate. His MEMORY is what's got my nerves dancing."

Niall felt his tongue sticking to the flesh inside his mouth. It felt dry, knowing what usually happened to witnesses if they saw them at work.

It had happened to him, but her old man had made him a deal he couldn't refuse. So, he owes the man's daughter the courtesy of the same respect.