A single bullet // M.C ✔️

26

"I didn't think you would show," Calum muttered, looking at me from across the table. I was back in Margaret's shop. The place I used to call a second home, a comfort place, now the place I associate with Calum, a murderer.

"I have questions that I need answers to," I sighed, looking down at the table and placing my phone screen down.

"I thought you would. I've been told I can tell you what you want to know," he sighed, "not that anyone has any say in it all."

"You're a leader, aren't you?" straight to the point, Nicky, no messing around this time.

"I am," those two words I was wishing I wouldn't hear. I sighed as my brain processed the words I wished I didn't hear.

"I thought so." I wished you weren't "everything that's happened?"

"Just say what you want to say, Nicky," give me time, Calum, to gather my thoughts. To think over what I really want to ask. Did I want to ask the question running through my mind?

"It's been driving me mental, Calum," since I was told, Amy told me. I quickly added when seeing him open his mouth. He doesn't get to speak. Not this time. "All the recent murders since I've taken this job you've been on, haven't you?" another nod. "My dad?"

"Luke told you about that, Nicky. I know that," I finally looked up at him, confused.

"I haven't been told anything about that,"

"Shit."

"Who's he been speaking to, Calum? Who else knows?" If the name Kensie leaves his mouth...

"Not my thing to say, Nic,"

"Nicky." He wasn't allowed to call me Nic, not while I was annoyed at him.

"Sorry, not my thing to say, Nicky. We never killed your dad."

"What? You did! I saw the note! The symbols and signs that it's you. Don't bullshit me, Calum."

"He was being attacked by the other people, Nicky. We were going to harm him, that bit was true, we were never going to kill him. Beat him up, that was it. The other guys killed him."

"You're bullshitting me, Calum," I could feel myself getting annoyed as he made up lies about my family. There's no way he got beat up for no reason.

"I'm not Nicky! It was an idea to put our signs on him, so you had some kind of answer as to what happened to him when we knew Morgan would be reporting it... we called it in."

"I'm supposed to believe a gang leader called the police on a murder they just did." I snapped my eyes around the small café, making sure no one was listening to the vile words leaving our mouths. No one could hear what we were talking about. No one cared.

"We didn't do it, Nicky. You know us."

"I thought I did," the other questions flooding my mind could wait; I didn't care anymore. I knew what happened with my dad now, I knew the lies and plans they had put together to hide the truth. "I'm not being told the truth ever. Don't contact me, Calum." And with that, I grabbed my phone and quickly left the café, barging past a few customers trying to get through the door.

"What a day," I muttered, unlocking my phone and quickly sending Kensie a message saying I'll be home late; I can't go home yet.

"Oof," crash. Darn me, looking down at my phone.

"I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine; it was me and— great as if my day couldn't get any worse," I locked eyes with a striking green pair. Michael.

"Oh, it's you."

"Charming," I rolled my eyes at him, pocketing my phone. I let my eyes travel down his body: a mahogany jumper and a black pair of skinny jeans. Nice to see some colour in his wardrobe.

"I take back my apology." He scoffed, crossing his arms and smirking a bit. "Say bye to Calum before you left,"

"That's fucking creepy, Michael, and you know it." He tilted his head to the side and stared at me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Michael, stop that,"

"I don't know what you're on about... darling." The smirk seemed to turn evil; surely it didn't, and my mind was messing with me. His eyes moved to look behind me before stepping closer to me.

"Back up, Michael." I couldn't describe the feeling running through my body as he stepped even closer at my demand. It was a mixture of fear and buried beneath that comfort, how was I feeling comfortable with a guy I don't know?

"Can't do that, Nicky," he laughed, throwing his head back, his blonde hair blowing in the wind before he levelled his head again. "Ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"Oh, this-,"

Everything went dark as I felt my body slump down into his awaiting arms. My legs felt like jelly and my body felt limp as I felt myself be lifted into his arms and against his chest. Warmth was filling my left side as it rested close against him as he started walking, my hair and body bouncing with each step.

Was I drugged?!

Nosies seemed to fade with every step and seemed to be completely gone as I felt myself be placed onto a car seat and the door slammed nearly hitting my head.

Kidnapping!

I begged my body to sit up, for screams to leave my mouth, but nothing did. This is it. This is where I'm going to die. I'm going to be killed.

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