Kidnapped by the Dead Rose Gang

Chapter Twelve: Captured

Andy pulled Harry along down the hall quick, their footsteps hasty.

Harry's hands were cuffed behind him and his gag remained secure in his mouth. His eyes looked around as though he were looking for an answer to his silent queries. He was at least thankful Andy didn't attach the hobblers like before and it allowed them to practically run back away from the earlier gunfire.

"In here." Andy ordered, his tone rough as he all but opened up one of many doors along the corridor and shoved the younger prisoner in before entering into the room itself. He cursed, latching the door locked before looking around.

With the white decorative pillows and female's blouse spread lazily across the bed, Harry assumed this room did not belong to Andy. His face must have said it all, because Andy glanced at him before going straight to the security cameras.

"Hex's room. Only room in this joint that actually locks and the chick clothing should have given it away." Andy muttered to Harry's incredulous expression before his prisoner murmured something, walking a few steps beside Andy.

He reached up and yanked the gag from Harry's mouth wordlessly, going back to click on the computer where it displayed security. He pressed a few buttons, stopping the feed on a group of men in the cantina with guns drawn and several bodies littering the ground.

"Are they – "Harry began, but Andy cut him off., changing the camera view to another location.

"Yeah. They are," Andy replied disdainful, swallowing down his emotion. The look in his beautiful seabed eyes were intense; something so overpowering that it rendered Harry temporarily speechless for a moment. "It's the price we pay, Harry." Andy zoomed in on the men in frame of the security camera he just tuned into, spotting a familiar figure.

He balled his right hand into a fist, turned sharply and slammed it into the wall with a dull thump. The drywall gave way under his force.

Harry felt the anger radiating off him and took a cautious step back.

"W-what's going on?" Harry stuttered, hearing more gun fire and panic outside.

Andy ignored him for a moment, flipping the camera to a different room and seeing another familiar figure.

Two.

No...five.

"Fuck, this isn't good. I have to get you out of here to some place safe. They got Louis and – "Andy swallowed, noticing Harry was losing color in his face, already having seen it himself.

"Mum!" He exclaimed, his hands tightening against his cuffs behind him. "Let me out of these, mate." Harry demanded, seeing a blonde guy and a man with black hair holding guns towards a small group; which included Louis who was sitting tied to a chair, Hex, Zayn and Harry's mum who was sitting next to Louis. Thankfully she herself was left unrestrained – but really, what threat was an older woman with cancer?

Hex was calmly standing by Zayn, her mouth moving.

Andy pressed a few buttons, the sound instantly feeding into the room. Harry continued to try and get out of the cuffs, his attention toward the screen.

"Shame that you have to over compensate for that microscopic meat missile between your legs there, Hemmings." Hex snarled at the blonde; her aggravation greatly accented by the sour facial expression.

Zayn was holding the side of his mouth to ease the pain he was in, obviously having been surprised to have his dentist suddenly murdered in front of him as he was finishing up before the small group was forced in a second after.

The blonde chuckled, cocking his head only slightly while his gun remained unyielding to any potential threat in the room. He was completely at ease and in his element.