Need Your Love [cashton] ✔️

.23

Ashton

Three days.

Three days after what happened and he won't talk to me. I tried buying him flowers, I tried making love to him, I tried buying him whatever he wanted, I even let him roam around the warehouse whenever he wanted.

But he still won't talk to me.

I'm starting to think kidnapping him was a mistake, but I know I did it for a reason, because I need his love.

Right now, I was getting frustrated with him. He won't eat anything, I know he's hungry, he's just being stubborn.

"Alright, Calum, this is getting old, really fast. You better eat this food, or I'll shove it down your fucking throat." I said.

Silence.

"Talk to me, goddammit!" I shouted in his face.

He didn't flinch even once.

"Calum, I'm done playing these fucking games-"

"Then don't play the fucking games!" He shouted, standing up and pushing the chair back into the table. "I hate you! I hate looking at you and knowing you exist!" He yelled, before picking up the plate of spaghetti and throwing it against the wall, spaghetti all over the wall and floor.

It hurt, it really hurt to hear that, but he's gonna have to do more than say mean things and throw stuff to make me hate him.

"Are you done?" I asked him.

"Go fall face first in a pile of legos, fuck face." He said, flipping me off and walking away, only for me to grab his arm and pull him back.

"You're cleaning this up." I said, referring to the spaghetti and broken plate.

"Get off of me, Ashton." He said.

"Clean the mess you made." I told him once more.

He started scratching my hand, which hurt like a motherfucker, but I wasn't about to let him know that.

"I've told you before, that doesn't hurt me, beautiful." I told him.

"Then maybe this will." He said, before kneeing me in the balls.

I groaned and fell to the floor, holding my crotch. I looked up and saw him walking away.

Alright, no more being the nice guy, time to be in full gang leader mode.

I got up and went to find him, which wasn't hard, he's always in his room.

I marched up there and opened the door, immediately grabbing him by the hair.

"So you like kicking balls, huh? Well, I like seeing people in pain, whether it be physically or emotionally." I said, making him look at me. "The next time you do some shit like that again, I'll make you suck on these balls in front of the whole gang, so they can see how obsessed you are with my balls." I said, before letting go of his hair. "You're making your stay here a lot more difficult, just give up and realize that this is your home now." I said, before leaving the room.

It did hurt to hear him crying, but I had to show him who runs the place and that I'm not gonna sit here and continue to take his shit. I've been way too nice and I can only be so nice for so long.

I went back downstairs and ordered Zayn and Liam to clean up the mess Calum made.

"You're serious?" Zayn asked.

"Yes, I'm serious." I said.

"Why couldn't your little boy toy-" Liam started, but never finished, because I had my hand wrapped around his neck before he could finish that sentence.

"He is not a boy toy!" I snarled. "And if you call him that again, I have no problem putting you in the isolation box with Luna as well." I said, before letting go of him. "I'm getting tired of all of you getting an attitude with me, I'm the boss, I made the rules, and you follow them. And if I say I want you to clean up spilled spaghetti, that's exactly what you're gonna do. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, boss man." They both said.

"Good, now get to it." I said, before leaving to go handle some more business.

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I was on my way to Calum's apartment, to go see Princess. I've been taking care of her and making sure she had enough food and water to last for a few days. I lied and told Calum that I killed her, probably the reason why he won't talk to me, plus the fact that I'm making him live in one of my secret warehouses.

But suddenly, from a from a far distance, I could see about three police cars in front of Calum's apartment building.

Someone must've noticed that Calum is missing, but I'll never let Calum know that, he cannot know that there's people out there, looking for him. If he knew, then he'll try to escape.

I parked the car across the street, watching the police do what it is that they're doing. Some time has passed, and I see one of the police officers carrying Princess out of the apartment building.

Well, at least if he was to escape, my lie would became more realistic.

I called both Michael and Luke on a three-way call, to update them on what's happening.

"Hello?" The both answered.

"The police are at Calum's apartment." I said to them.

"So they actually are looking for him?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, I didn't think it would actually happen, but it did."

"So what do you plan on doing?" Luke asked.

"I don't know, but we have to keep up the lie that no one is searching for him, I want him to feel like that he has to stay and that there's no hope for him." I told them.

"Don't you think that's kinda harsh?" Luke asked.

"Are you really question me, Luke?" I asked.

"No, boss man, it's just...you say that you love him, but you want him to be miserable." He asked.

"I'm only making him feel the way I felt when he thought breaking up with me was the right thing to do." I said.

Suddenly, I heard talking in the background and Michael saying something back to whoever it was.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Umm boss?"

"Yes?" I said, growing impatient.

"Something happened?"

"Which is..?"

"Well umm-"

"What the fuck, Michael, just say it!" I said.

"Calum escaped.."

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I'm sorry this took so long to write, I have a couple reasons why. First, because I was in the process of moving. And second, because I had writer's block. I hope this chapter was okay.

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-Apryle ❤️