A single bullet // M.C

23

Steam blew In my face as I held a hot cup of coffee to my lips taking a small sip. The cup was grasped tightly between my hands and my eyes were securely focused on the clock above Margaret's counter. Few more minutes to go.

The bell dinged making my head snap to the right, there she is. She actually showed. We locked eyes as she slowly walked over placing her handbag on the floor and sliding into the chair opposite me.

Her sangria shade hair shone a beautiful red as she looked at me, green eyes seemingly dull as she sighed.

"I weren't going to show," straight to the point.

"I wouldn't have been shocked if you didn't." I admitted taking another sip of my drink before placing the cup down with a soft clatter.

"And the fact I'm in this building. I never thought I would enter again." Her eyes shifted from me and started looking around the little cafe as if on the hunt for something.

"No one else will be here," I told her wanting to calm any nerves she had "cafes shut. I was given the keys for whenever I wanted some food. I thought you would be more comfortable here then mine-,"

"Thought I would be more comfortable in a place where my aunts murderer is related to," she tilted her head making me sigh,

"I wanted to ask you about that. I have so many questions..."

"I can only answer what I can. He hasn't bugged this place has he?"

"No," I accidentally sounded disgusted at the thought of her even suggesting that before I stopped. It's understandable. "Sorry,"

"Nah I get it," she waved me off before looking down. "You read my comment didn't you, there isn't much more to know Nicky,"

"Amy I-," I have so many unanswered questions I need to know. "There's so much I need to know," I voiced leaning back in the comfy chair "was it me you saw?" Main question out the way, was I seconds from witnessing the murder with my own eyes.

"I believe so. I only saw the back of you and from what I can see it matches."

"That means I nearly-,"

"Nearly saw the murder and killer. Nearly bumped into him," she nodded confirming and finishing my sentence. "Although I feel like you already know him."

"That's something I wanted to ask and know," I blurted out grasping my coffee again "how do you know it's him?" I have yet to confirm and say his name incase that's unknown by the new person opposite me.

"I saw him Nicky! With my own eyes," she yelled slightly making me flinch,

"That's not the full truth," her eyes widened as she stared me down,

"What?"

"That's not the truth, you're hiding something Amy what is it?" My reporter mind was kicking into gear as I took in the way her eyes flickered around, her knee bounced under the table and she was fiddling with her hands. "Tell me," I nearly demanded as she went into silence.

"We dated ok! That's how I know it was him. You think I would forget a guy who looks like that," she scoffed leaning back and now crossing her arms. "I couldn't never forget that body Nicky," she smirked before shaking her head and looking down "he was always into true crime and his friends were all so weird with it,"

"Who isn't?" I laughed softly moving my hands and picking at the skin around my nails making myself cringe before stopping.

"He isn't all bad Nic," she whispered seeing how the mood has shifted "he is nice if you're interested in dating..." she trailed off making me laugh out loud.

"I don't want to date him Amy. I just-," I don't know what I wanted. He would give me butterflies and make my mind shut down whenever I was with him, but at the same time I couldn't see him like that. I couldn't see us hugging and kissing. Couldn't see us having sex or even having heart to heart talks. "I feel connected to him somehow. There's something about him," I trailed off.

She smiled softly "understandable,"

"Although we aren't here to talk about me and Calum. He's part of the gang?" That's the thing I couldn't believe and wrap my head around "or just a follower," I had remembered that even their followers had the tattoo to help hide the gang from public eye and police.

"That isn't my thing to say Nicky,"

"Please Amy-," I begged, I needed to know what I was getting into; what I was already in.

"He never told me..."

"Bullshit," I found myself snapping at her leaning forward over the table.

"Nicky!" She explained in shock making me shake my head.

"I need to know,"

"You need to know a lot of fucking things don't you?" Her mood shifted as she scoffed and picked up her bag "I thought you were interested in aunt Sarah and learning about that. Letting your reporter mind run wild with articles and stories but no; you just want to know if your friend's a killer. I thought you wanted to get the story out and expose at least one member but no you want to hide him. Don't contact me again Nicky ever. Delete my number. You don't care about Sarah and never did. I mean who cares about the office gossip?" She laughed standing up "yeah she knew what you all called her. By the way," she walked towards the door stopping and facing me with a sick smile on her face.

"He's one of the motherfucking leaders of the gang."

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