Tainted Redemption

Chapter fifty-five

Zayn's POV

"What are y-you saying, man? I don't know what the fùck you're talking about?" Harry managed to grit through his teeth.

I grunt, picking his head up then slamming it back to the desk, he hissed, eyes tightly closed.

"Fùcking answer me, dammit!!"

"Hey, what's going on?" Liam mutters, looking at the scene appalled.

"Look at my phone," I ordered, giving him it, "He was the only one here, he knew Liv was alone somewhere." I growled, getting so angry again.

"Now fuckīng tell me!" I shout enraged, he struggled against me, trying to make me release the hold I have on his neck. I'm so close to let him choke right there.

"Wait, shouldn't we get going? She's probably went after you. You need to stay focused." Liam suddenly expressed, trying to pull me back.

But I'm too pissed off, how dare he do this? After everything we've been through as a gang, he can even fuckíng of doing me like this. What if he kílled Alice? This was making me sick!

Niall and Louis have come to see the scenario too, before they could stop me Liam explains it to them, by the time he had, they both look shocked as fùck.

"Zayn, if he has something to do with it, you'll need him alive either way." Liam continued then, making me grit my teeth annoyed.

With a few cursè words, I release him.

.....

"You've put the address on the navy? Why the fućk aren't we anywhere near to find that place?!" I'm relentless and on one eighty with my anger.

"You're annoying me the fućk out! Could you stop complaining and let me do my fuckíng work?!" Liam bit back, sounding strained.

He hit a few bump on the road before he lastly finds the right one according to him.

We here sirens, and I see fire over this place the closer we get. It's an old town, barely any citizens and the house that caught fire was the farthest it seemed.

Once we're there, I get out of the car running to what looked to be a warehouse.

"There's someone in it!!" I heard someone shout, my breath thins.

It's a living hell to see the warehouse burning, it brings a lot of memories behind that trigger me.

But this time I was old enough to do something.

Before I can waltz inside, a body collided with mine and I'm stopped by a fireman.

"Sir, back away!" He holds me back by my arms, I scowled at him.

"My wife is there inside! She's pregnant!!! Get the fùck out of my way!!"

He contemplated it before he backpeddals, "We're trying to put the fire out first, there's too much smoke and-"

I jolt him back, "I dont fuckíng care!"

He tried to move me back, almost achieving that while I dug my boots on the dirt, before I just sock the fireman on his dirty face, he stumbled backwards.

Since finding a way to get inside wasn't easy, I ran to the back of the warehouse.

The backdoor is blocked when I tried for it. Wherever I went, I was trying to open a door or window which I didn't quite succeed on yet.

Kicking the window, I slip in quickly, cursíng when a splinter grazed my hand, I didn't have time to dwell over it.

The smoke was violently cutting off any clean air the second I got in but I was not going back without Liv.