The Muffin Man ✓

Showdown At Governor Swift's

Two weeks later. Taylor let the couples out to make some money. She sent one of her goons along to keep an eye on them but he was easy to shake. Harry just gave him a tablet loaded with porn and the goon was gone. The couples took off in his car while he stayed on the sidewalk staring in the tablet.

"We can't go back to the bakery," Harry said. "I bet the cops are swarming it by now."

"Let's check it anyway." Emma said.

They drove by and sure enough they spotted several undercover cops in the lot and in the bakery, including Liam and Zayn. "How did I know their asses would be here." Harry said. They ducked and hid their appearances so as not to attract attention.

Emma was disappointed. "What are we going to do? That's our baby."

"I know, baby, I know." Harry turned to her. He held her hands. "Listen, we are going to have to forget about the bakery and move on. We need to split town."

"What?" Emma said. "Leave? Leave everything? The house, the business?"

"Us too," Niall said from the back seat. "Don't forget about us. We have a deal."

"I didn't forget," Harry said. "I have a plan. We're gonna have to stop at the bank first to get our passports and stuff."

"I can't believe we're giving up the bakery." Emma said. "I loved that place. I put my heart and soul into that business."

"We'll build another one," Harry said. "We can have a dozen Muffin Man Bakeries, we'll make a franchise. Now listen carefully, everybody." He leaned closer. "If we're going to do this, we have to do this right."

Taylor was at her home enjoying a lovely cocktail in her living room. She had released the couples so they could sell their weed. They were bringing their earnings to her. She couldn't wait. She had her eye on an expensive Birkin handbag. Plus she wanted to spend her holidays on some island. Maybe even buy it.

She was pleased with herself as she sipped her drink. Why hadn't she thought of this before? Get some losers to do her work for her. So brilliant.

Then her men came into the room.

"What is it?" She asked.

"The Horans and the Styles are back." one of them said.

Taylor slammed down her drink. "They're back? What the hell for?"

"I don't know, ma'am."

"Did you even think to ask?" she snorted in disgust.

"No, ma'am."

Taylor rolled her eyes. "Must I do everything around here? Go frisk them and bring them here." She finished her drink. "Geez, can I get a break?"

The goons returned to the living room with the couples.

"Hello," Taylor said. "I hope you have what I want. Pat them down, boys. A delicate lady such as myself can't be too careful."

The goons quickly frisked the couples. As usual they didn't touch Emma's chest area.

"Big mistake, boys." Emma said. "Not checking me there."

"You're always complaining." The goon said. "Why start now?"

Emma reached into her cleavage and pulled out the large shotgun that Harry got her for her birthday. "This is why." She aimed it at the goons.

"Oh my God." Taylor gasped, stumbling backwards.

The goons screamed like girls and ran out the front door. Taylor and the couples watched as the goons ran down the path and disappeared out of sight.