A single bullet // M.C ✔️

33

YouTube filled the huge living room as I just sat watching people run around on the screen, just needing the background noise. I had to leave Luke's room as soon as I read the familiar name on the bottom of the article. How did Dave know Luke was part of the gang?

"Look who ventured out of the room," Michael said. I didn't even give him any attention, refusing to look away from the LED screen in front of me.

Luke's sofa was quite far away from the device and a bright white, completely opposite to the colour palette present in his room. The floor-to-ceiling windows were letting in light, half hidden behind blackout grey blinds pulled halfway up the windows so you could see the streets below. A stone fireplace was to the left, surrounded by bookcases full of books on either side, from romances to murder mysteries; very fitting.

"Fuck off, Michael," I finally cut through the air, my feet landing on the plush grey rug beneath the sofa. I sighed.

"Someone's also touchy," he scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Michael, please," I begged, hating that I did, as I let my eyes finally break contact with the tv staring at the blonde tattooed man in front of me. "Not now." I was silently begging for Luke or Kensie to walk through the glass black door just so I had a reason to leave the room. I couldn't just randomly walk back to Luke's.

"Whoa, what's happened to you?" The stern look fell clean off his face as he stared slightly wide-eyed at me.

"Dave Williams," I simply left my lips before my brain could stop it.

"Your boss? Oh, come on, Nicky, you know we killed him."

"Because of an article..." he squinted his eyes at me, leaning his head forward and facing the left slightly, confusion clear in the emerald orbs.

"How the fuck you know?" He pointed his tattooed finger at me, the black nail shining under the sun's glare. The polish was chipped along the sides. It was only then I noticed the blood soaked into his fingertips, letting me know where he was.

"I found the article, Michael. Felix D..."

"Bullshit! The articles were all deleted by Calum," he snapped, stepping closer to me. "Don't tell me you fucking know Felix now."

His finger was now right next to my nose, making something deep in me snap as my hand shot up to slap it away, making it fall to his side.

"I don't fucking know Felix. And I don't give two shits who he is, Michael. There are articles still out about Luke being the killer of Noah!" It was clear I seemed more concerned about his friend, Kensie's boyfriend, a lot more than he was.

"No one will get close to him, Nic," the orbs were rolled, making me scoff.

"One, it's Nicky. Two, you know..." I started standing up and kicking the plush rug slightly, looking up at Michael. "If I found the article quite easy... I'm sure Morgan will too."

"And we'll just kill him if he tried anything." Red that's all I seemed to see as I glared at him, moving my hands to push on his chest before gripping the vest top tightly in my fists.

"You dare touch my family more, Michael." Dad was already harmed in it all. They can't touch Morgan.

"Get your hands off me." He sneered, not even attempting to move.