Assigned To Kill (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter Twenty One

Silence.

The silence was deafening. The band were clearly trying to understand what was going on but my eyes were on Luke, who I knew understood everything 100% now.

"Why were you assigned to me?" Luke asked. "Everything was a lie?"

"Believe what you like. Nothing I say will make a difference." I told him, my facial expression giving nothing away.

"Right." Claire spoke. "Come on Andrew, you're being stupid keeping things from us. Tell us."

"Unless you want us to start shooting people." Jett commented, making the boys shuffle further away from him. The band were sat on the floor, Jett's gun pointing at them but Jett wasn't looking at them. He didn't need to because he'd still hit one of them if he were to pull the trigger.

"I can't. Please... they'll kill my family." Andrew begged.

"So will we if you do not start speaking now." I snapped.

"They're going to bring you down. All of you, including Blade. That's all I can say." He blurted, hurriedly. He clearly knew I wasn't joking.

His words shocked me, as well as Claire and Jett. Our eyes widened as we glanced at one another, trying to make sense of what Andrew had just said. It didn't make sense, how could Robert achieve that? The government knew about the agencies, it's why no one found out who were responsible for so many deaths, it's why we still got clients. The police was a different matter. They weren't high up enough, so they didn't know. To them, murder is murder. We'd be behind bars if we were outed.

I growled, pulling out both of my guns and pointing one at Andrew and one at Liz.

"You have three seconds to tell me how they are going to achieve that before I put a bullet in your skull."

"Rose! What the fuck are you doing?" The band yelled, jumping up.

"You wouldn't kill me," Andrew stated confidently, though his eyes gave away the fear. "Luke would hate you."

"There you go again thinking I give a shit what Luke thinks. Everything I did was for the mission. Granted, sleeping with Michael wasn't part of the plan but kissing Luke? That was me playing with his feelings. Now, fucking tell me. Don't make me ask you again." I told him.

Andrew was visibly sweating upon the realisation that I wasn't joking anymore. He knew I really would start killing someone unless he started talking. He wiped his face nervously with the sleeve of his dark grey jumper.

"You remember my other visits here, don't you Andrew?" I snarled, walking around the room, lowering my guns when he didn't speak.

"Yes."

"And you remember what I said the first time, right?"

"You said you would make my children orphans." Andrews voice cracked.

The band gasped.

"So, unless you start speaking, I will start by shooting your wife. Then I will shoot Luke. And I will keep shooting people until everybody you care for is dead. Got that?"

He didn't reply.

I rolled my eyes, pushing Liz out of my way to get to Luke. Putting the gun that was in my right hand back where I usually placed them, I gripped his t-shirt, yanking him closer to me, glad I was wearing heeled ankle boots so I wasn't smaller than him.

"I've changed my mind. I'll start by killing Luke."

With that, I brought up the gun in my left hand, raising it to Luke's temple. He stiffened upon feeling it touch his skin at the same time as the rest of band gasped and his parents yelled out for me to stop.