A single bullet // M.C ✔️

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"Did you know?" I couldn't bear to look at my boyfriend as he walked through the broken door. I had discovered since Noah had left that I was in an abandoned building, the room I was currently in the only room still standing.

"Know what?" He questioned, thankfully not rushing forward to hug or kiss me. He shifted from side to side, anxious as he took in my silent posture. I hadn't spoken since Noah left, one after he revealed he was Noah and Luke failed to murder him and two that I'm Calum's sister.

"Calum," I spat out, watching his expression shift to one of realisation. He knew what I now knew. "Did you come alone or is he also here?" Rule number one ran through my head: he never went anywhere alone and never would. Even if it was just to pick me up from the city over.

"He's at home," he whispered, shaking his hands, then rising slightly as if he wanted to grab me. He stopped himself. "Nicky, I swear I was going to tell you." I stood up and brushed the dirt off my black leather skirt and fixed my jacket, now a lot lighter since I didn't have a gun anymore.

"Then who did you bring?"

"What?" Confusion snuck onto his face.

"Rule number one, Michael. Never go somewhere alone."

"What the fuck?"

"Want to know who took me from you, Michael? Dragged me out to here?" I waved my hands around to point at the four brick-chipped walls. "He's a good friend of yours, I think, well a good friend of Luke's." I was fuming at the man in front of me who was just looking more and more confused as the minutes went on. "He hurt me, Michael, pressed into my scar and wound. Pressed his arm tightly against my chest." I pulled the black shirt down, revealing my collar bones and top of my chest, aware I was revealing myself to my boyfriend.

Tanned skin already started to form and show red shades from the pressure he applied to me. I ran a single finger over the tender skin before letting my top snap back to its original position, crossing my arms. I had yet to even consider standing up and walking closer to him, my eyes looking at the table Noah had covered with my photos. The once neat photos were now scattered around the room in a rage.

"Look around, Michael," I snapped, annoyed now that he hadn't said another word to me. I felt pathetic, I felt weak, something that I hadn't really felt since being with him. I also felt... scared. I knew this wasn't fully me, but also the fact that I was now terrified, I had had a stalker following me for years, feeding information to my now-boyfriend's rival gang. I had been kidnapped, and it had not left my mind since either.

"Nicky..." he was letting me ramble, he was letting me rant, but I didn't need that anymore as my hands shook. I needed comfort. I was scared. I felt water fill my eyes the longer he stood there, trying to figure out if he should come and comfort me or not.

"Michael." I couldn't find the words before launching myself towards him, throwing my arms around his awaiting frame, streams now streaming down my face. "I was so scared." My whole big girl facade was now broken as my boyfriend held me tightly, softly rocking us from side to side. It was the first time I had ever had to deal with something like that, and as much as I wanted to; I couldn't be mad at Michael.

He never put me in that situation, he never dragged me two hours away from home and the people I know to reveal I was adopted.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I sobbed and spoke through broken tears and puffs of air as I worked myself up. "Why didn't you tell me Calum's my brother?" His bear grip tightened around me, sighing softly and resting his chin on the top of my head (was times like this I loved our height difference).