A single bullet // M.C ✔️

57

"Morgan!" I stormed into the police station, eyes flickering from side to side just to find the man.

"Excuse me, miss, you can't be in here," a fellow officer spoke, walking up to me and reaching out to grab me to escort me out of the building.

"Oh, fuck off." I snapped, ripping my arm out of reach from him.

"Be quiet, miss, or you'll be arrested."

"For what!" I yelled. "I need Morgan." I was about to go on another rant to him, demanding that he tell me where Morgan is before I was stopped, noticing the male standing in the doorway.

"Nicky? Why are you here?" He put a file down on the desk next to him, walking over and looking cautiously. "You never said you would come over."

"I'm here to pay Michael's bail," I sternly spoke, crossing my arms.

"He's only been in here a night. Plus, he can't be bailed out, Nicky. Murder charge and all, you should know that." Morgan mimicked my position before letting his arms fall and a sigh leave his lips, signalling me to go into his office. I gave a fake smile to the officer who was threatening to arrest me, skipping to the back, letting Morgan shut us in his office.

"Why are you really here, Nicky?"

"I need Michael let out."

"Actually, better question. How the fuck do you know him? He's a killer, Nicky. I can't let you be around him." Morgan snapped, throwing his hands around before pointing at me.

"I met him."

"No shit," he scoffed, walking over to his desk and pulling the chair out, sliding his body onto it, linking his hands on the desk, and pulling himself under the wooden slab of his desk. "Where?"

"In the streets."

"When?"

"Months ago."

"And you live with him?" He raised a brow.

"No, he's a neighbour, Morgan. What's this, twenty questions?" I felt annoyance bubble up in me, sitting on the opposite side of his desk, looking at him.

"Just trying to catch up on my niece's life since you dropped off the face of the earth. Your mom's worried."

"Bullshit." I scoffed, finding myself speaking without thinking, rolling my eyes. "She doesn't care." The argument we had flashed back into my mind in little bits and pieces as I hadn't really thought about it, with everything that happened to Margaret... it just slipped my mind. "Do you really believe Michael did this?"

"His prints were on the door and furniture, Nicky." He picked up the black file next to him, chucking it on the desk and letting it slide towards me. "Maybe you don't know him as well as you think." Gently, I grabbed the file, opening the thin cover and reading the words scribbled across the paper.

"I was there as well, Morgan. Mine weren't reported, so why were Michael's?"

"Because yours haven't been seen at multiple deaths, Nicky." I looked up at the aging man through my lashes.

"We've been following Michael for a while, and there's CCTV of him entering the building from the shop opposite and then running out covered in blood. No one else is shown entering or leaving."

"I was there." I repeated, slamming the folder back down on the desk in shock. "I didn't just appear out of thin air, Morgan. I walked through and out that door. So did Kensie and the others." I trailed off at the end, letting my voice get quieter as I mentioned the boys; he never mentioned them himself.

"There's no proof of that, Nicky."

"For fucks sake, Morgan, just listen to me. He isn't a bad person. You don't know him like I do."

"And he's just your neighbour, Nicky, not a friend, so you can't know him that well either." I held my tongue at that, not willing to spill any more beans about how I know Michael, otherwise questions (even more) would be asked.

"You are correct there."

"Luke, can you get me Crystals' contact?" I walked into the small office room after locating two out of the three remaining gang members, out of jail.

"Fuck no." He muttered, typing away on the small laptop, sighing and backspacing before repeating the process.

"Why do you need it?" Calum glanced up from his phone, confusion very present on his features. "Michael knows where you are meeting."

"Well, Michael isn't available to go." I snapped before recoiling, remembering I only told Luke.

"Dumbass got himself arrested." Luke muttered, still not looking away from his laptop, making Calum nearly give himself whiplash.

"What the fuck?! What happened? Why?" A million questions started to spew past his lips, making me sigh.

"He left his prints at the café-,"

"All our prints were there." Luke interrupted.

"He was seen on CCTV leaving and entering covered in blood."

"We would all be on CCTV," Luke.

"He didn't leave when they came and hunted him down."

"But they knew where he was."

"Have you got an issue with me?" I spun and glared at Luke, annoyed at the fact he kept interrupting me. "You weren't there; you don't know jackshit about what happened." He was caring yesterday, saying we were going to sort it out, bail him out. He was telling me to fucking breathe before I sent myself into a panic. Where is that man? "You've changed."

"No. I've just been busy trying to fix a mess you made." He scoffed, making me storm over to him, fire in my blood, slamming my hands on his desk, forcing his head to finally leave and stop looking at that laptop.

"I haven't done anything, Luke, so don't blame me for this mess Michael's in. I didn't tell Morgan or Alex; I didn't report that. I didn't delete CCTV or whatever shit happened to that. I had nothing to do with this or anything linked to it. But what I am trying to do is fix it and get him out, which seems to be more than you're doing! So get off your ass and do something if you're taking the 'leader' role that you don't deserve."

"Watch your tongue, Nicky." He hissed towards me, forcefully spinning his laptop around, revealing what had caught his attention so closely. "For your information, I'm currently trying to recover missing CCTV footage to try and grab any other human entering the café before she was killed since it all went missing." I glared at Luke, clearly pissed off at him, before sighing and facing Calum again.

"So can I have that phone number so I can rearrange our meeting till he's out?"

"Erm, yeah, of course." He spluttered out, looking between me and Luke, trying to grab any sense of what just happened. All I do know is that was a battle of power, and I'll be damned if I let him boss me around in the gang as well as at work.

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