As usual I was sitting on the table in the kitchen with one of those stupid bowls of cereals in my hand and a spoon in my mouth. Man, I was so tired. I haven't slept well at all.
Ever since I sent the text yesterday my brain was fried. It hurt to think. I let out a sigh and swallowed the cereals.
"Morning." Michael muttered and walked past me to the refrigerator. I gave him a small nod and looked down on my dangling feet.
"How are you?" He continued and glanced my way as he opened the door to get some breakfast.
I looked at him with an are you serious' face. "Are you really asking me that?
"Well, yeah." He answered and grabbed the juice and a glass from the counter next to him. "I'm horrible." I truthfully said.
"I'm honestly doing horrible. How would you feel if Calum or Ashton was being held hostage, huh? How'd you feel when you know it's your fault and you can't do anything about it because your creep cousin is holding you back?"
"I'm not holding you ba---"
"Then open the door and let me out."
Michael looked at me with a serious face. "You know I can't do that." He muttered and looked at me with a sad expression.
"Look! That's exactly what I mean!"
"Don't you see? Luke forbid us! He's the one with all the power!"
"Well, sounds to me that he's your sugar daddy and you all are his bitches!" I yelled and placed the bowl down on the table with force, causing some of the milk to spill.
Michael glared at me with a tired expression and took a big gulp of juice. It was true though. What made Luke so successful? Even his friends are scared of what he'll do to them.
"We are not his bitches, but he is in charge. He can kick any of us out of this house and---"
"Great! Make him kick me out!"
"Shut up Em. What I meant is that if any of us get kicked out we'll be in danger due to our identities being verified and in your case, Brad. And Luke won't ever let that happen."
I rolled my eyes and let out a deep sigh before picking up the bowl next to me and continuing to eat with a grumpy expression.
Michael placed his now empty glass in the sink before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and let out a sigh.
Suddenly the front door opened and slammed shut.
"Hey guys! We've got a weird letter!" Calum's voice echoed through the hall and into the kitchen. My head shot up. Can it be? But, so soon?
"Let me see." Michael said once Calum's head had popped into the kitchen. In his hand was a red letter with a thin golden frame around ever corner. Wow, they really made an effort.
Michael snatched the letter right out of Calum's hand and began tear it open with his index finger. I glanced between Calum and him who both ignored my eyes and focused on the (not so) mysterious letter.
Michael cleared his throat and began to read.
"Dear, whoever it might concern. You are here by invited to the anniversary of the golden globe audition. We are celebrating our 20th year as a mafia organisation with our yearly formal dealing galas in London. No guns or any sort of weapons are allowed. Please, respond with either yes or no and how many guests that are arriving.
Hope to see you soon."
My eyes widened as my glance flickers between Calum and Michael who turned the letter around. In London?
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Protect me - Luke Hemmings Punk
Fanfiction"What were you thinking, Em?!" "Well, did you expect me to be pushed around inside of that horrible house for ages?" "Yeah, I thought that after you knew the truth you would understand that your life is in danger." *~* In which a girl reunites with...
