Assigned To Kill (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter Twenty Two

Nobody moved or spoke. I kept a finger to my lips, gesturing that everybody should keep quiet. No rival would know about this room and considering I'd placed the table in a place that would make them think it was always there, they had no reason to ever think that a secret room was hidden in the same room they were stood in. I leant against the door slowly, trying to make no noise but listening intently for any sign of how many there are here. I know that Jett informed me there were only 3 but for all we know, Robert could have sent 10 men to make sure the job was done.

After about ten minutes, someone spoke.

"We can do this all day. Come out from wherever you are and give us Luke."

Rolling my eyes, I turned to face the band and Luke's parents, motioning for them to stay put.

Andrew stepped forward, picking up a gun from behind him, hinting at him joining me and I shook my head. Luke had been disappointed enough today, there was no need for him to see his father murder anyone.

"No." I whispered when I crept over to him. "You need to stay here. Luke doesn't need to see you kill anyone."

"Don't act like you fucking care about him." Ashton hissed.

"Keep your voice down." I glared at him. "Do you want us to be found?"

That kept him quiet, I thought smugly, satisfaction flowing through me when he shook his head and looked at the floor.

"I'm helping." Andrew told me, determination on his face, "I got you into this."

"Aren't you kind?" I asked sarcastically. "As I said, stay put. I can take them."

Turning around, I made sure my guns were at the waistband of my jeans and walked over to the door. I was feeling confident that this mess would soon all be over with but before that could happen, there was 3 men that I had to deal with.

I opened the door little by little, poking my head around to see if there was anyone in the room with me. Thankfully, there wasn't so quickly, I left the hidden room and shut the door behind me.

Checking to make sure you couldn't see the door, I then walked into the middle of the lounge and called out to the men.

"Come and get me, you fuckers." I shouted loudly, knowing they would be able to hear me.

I was right.

One man came rushing into the room, closely followed by two others. I smirked, knowing that Jett was right when he told me Robert had only sent 3. What an idiot Robert was turning out to be, I thought, glancing at each of the men. Two of the three looked as though they were in their 30's so I knew they would be tricky if they had been living life as an assassin for as long as they could have been. Both of these men (one brunette, one blonde) were tough looking men, with fierce looking eyes and huge muscles. I knew that while they could be a problem, that I would still be able to defeat them. They didn't call me the best for nothing.

The third man was a ginger haired kid. I call him a kid because that is what he looked like to me. He was absolutely terrified, the gun he was holding in his hands was shaking, proof that he was nothing but a quivering mess. Why on earth Robert sent him here I wasn't sure but he wouldn't be of much use to Robert. At least he would be easy to kill.

"Come at me." I smirked.

"Only one of you? Does Blade not know how tough we are?" The blonde spoke, his voice deep and gravelly.

"You look like pussies to me," I smiled sweetly, knowing it would anger them. "Did Robert not tell you who Luke was with?"

"An ex assassin and a bitch who thinks she's better than everyone. Now, where is Luke Hemmings?" The brunette spoke with a hoarse voice.