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13 (Part 6) (Niall)

Written by: slylou.tumblr.com

A year has passed…

 

Constant news stories were pouring out of Dublin crumbling farther under the weight of the war between 13 and Diamond, along with Kyle’s tearing apart of Niall’s most loyal members. Bribing with positions once he took over and large amounts of money that they would take from the Horan family, 13 steadily lost new and weak recruits. The entire city became hostage to the demands of both gangs, many people fleeing south to escape the bloodthirsty power struggle of two stubborn and arrogant leaders. Meanwhile Niall was in prison, Kyle was gaining the trust of corrupt politicians, escaping federal and local agents as he rallied and built his own alliance.

                Not to anyone’s surprise, Niall was “released” from federal prison, an agent stating that they had no evidence proving him guilty of any crimes. However, it was an embarrassment to have captured the country’s most wanted gang leader only to have him released a month later, and they weren’t going to play around. Shortly after his release, a bounty was placed on his head, dead or alive. This only fueled the violence, Kyle threatening to team up with Diamond to find him no matter what. Despite everything going on, Niall managed to stay out of the public eye and the news altogether, the last sighting of him leaving federal prison with throngs of body guards.

                During this whole time, I was living with Emma in her house that Harry had bought in Newport, just along the coast line. He and Louis were never home due to matters with trying to find Niall and keep their own gang intact. During the early months of being pregnant, I was constantly out with Emma and Kennedy, shopping and inking my body further, even getting a tongue piercing for fun. After I began to show in the fourth month, I spent most of my time in the house and with Emma, who graciously helped me during the pregnancy. The baby kept me busy and my mind off Niall and 13 as the months flew by, and finally I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Looking at her reminded me of him every time, her features more resembling him and only her eyes reflecting mine. Even after having her for a couple of weeks at the house, I couldn’t decide what to name her, referring to her as “my daughter”. Something inside me told me it was a decision to be made only when Niall had a chance to see her.

                After feeling bad of Emma having to deal with late nights of the baby crying, I convinced her to let me move out to somewhere close where I could still take care of her without being bother. I settled into a two story house not far from her and Harry’s house, Louis arranging for me to have constant protection from nightfall’s trusted escorts. Usually I spent the afternoons tending to the baby’s cries and request meanwhile watching the news intently to see the reports on Dublin and possibly Niall.

                On a day I had just put her down for a nap, the phone rang abruptly, causing me to run over to it to avoid waking her. Emma was frantic on the other line, telling me in a hushed voice that a party of investigators was making their way over to see if Niall was with me. I assured her that I would take care of it, and we had nothing to worry about. After handing up with her, I poked my head outside to inform the escorts not to get involved with the agents; violence would only make things worse. My blood was rushing through my head as I sat down nervously playing with my fingers. I closed my eyes briefly before standing up again and searching for a cigarette in a drawer in the kitchen. Opening a window, I lit the cigarette and sucked deeply, the nicotine slowing my pulse as I exhaled a plume of smoke.

                A knock on the door caused me to turn, keeping the burning cigarette in my hand as I opened the door to see men in bullet proof vests surrounding the house. The escorts kept wary eyes on the men, but made no protests or movements as they circled the windows. I leaned on the doorway as I stared down the investigator, his dark eyes scanning my tattoos and cigarette.