Verboten//H.S

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".....Styles"

"Ah well if it isn't Luciana Moretti. I have been looking high and low for you."  He tightened his grip on Gabriela and repositioned his gun to her temple. "Don't you dare hurt her!"  He slightly chuckled "okay I'll let her go for a price"

"A price? Name it."

"You."

"Me?"

"Indeed you come with me and you're sister along with everyone else in this village will be safe and stay safe."

I stared at him amused. That's it? I go with him and he'll just stop bothering us.

"What's the catch?"

"The "catch" is if you don't come I kill every single person In you're stupid little gang. Every women, man, and child right here right now."

"Lucy please" my sister sobbed

"Fine. I'll go with you. Just don't hurt her.... please" Styles threw her to the ground and I instantly ran to her and embraced my crying sister into a hug "shhhh it's okay shhh look at me" I wiped some of her tears away before saying "I will be back I promise. Stay with Ms.Patricia she will take care of you okay? Do you understand?"

"I understand. I love you Lucy so much!" She cried and held on to me and a part of me didn't want to let her go but I knew I had to. "Stay strong Gabby"

"Being the nice man I am I will give you 5 minutes to get what you need."

"Oh wow you're so kind." I say flatly

Go." He growled

I shot like a bullet towards my house and ran upstairs to my room grabbing my black backpack I would usually take on hiking trips and threw in random underwear, bras, 3 pants, 5 shirts, my stuffed bunny, my toothbrush,  and toothpaste . That's seemed like all the essentials. I ran downstairs and grabbed 3 pictures one of my family and I, one of my sister and I when we were babies, and one of my parents on their wedding day. Lastly I grabbed an apple, I was hungry, and I ran back outside towards Styles who was holding what looked like a stopwatch.

"4.36" he says before stopping the stopwatch.

"You were timing me?"

"I did say 5 minutes didn't I?" I scoffed

"C'mon boys" he yelled. Styles grabbed my arm roughly before throwing me into the front seat of  a black sedan.

He closed the door before walking around the front of the car and into the drivers seat. I put my backpack on the floor and put my seatbelt on because well safety first I guess.

The car ride was awkward and silent. No one said a word and no music was playing. I let out a long rhetorical groan.

"Shut up" He said.

"I didn't say anything did I Styles?"

"You're making noise. Shut. Up." His grip on the wheel got tighter. This could be fun.

I let out a longer groan this time staring directly at him to see if I can get the slightest reaction. And I did. His jaw clenched.

"Y'know I can kill you."

"Okay then do it. Shoot me. Stab me like I did your men" my smirk was making a spotlight appearance on my face. "God, you're annoying"

"Ditto. But not also am I annoying I'm bored put on some music or something Styles." His body relaxed a bit. "Why do you call me Styles?"

"Well that's your name now isn't it? My parents said never say your enemies first name because it's a sign of respect, and no offense but I don't respect you"

"Ditto"

The car ride was still silent but less awkward and kind of enjoyable.  It took us about 35 minutes to get to the Styles mansion which made me think...how long were they in our base before they attacked?

He parked his car in an underground garage that had about 20 other cars in it.

"Get your stuff I will show you where you will stay"  he unbuckled his belt and got out closing his door behind him so I did the same. We walked through the garage door an into the house, it was beautiful, the floors were practically mirrors. I looked up to see a crystal chandelier probably around 40 feet above our heads.

"Follow me" he walked quite fast so I was basically jogging just stay in range with him. We walked around for what felt like forever until we saw a flight off stairs. We went up the stairs and met with a hallway. We stopped In front of a door two doors down from left. It had some sort of padlock on it.

"You will be staying in here" he put in a 16 digit number that I couldn't memorize even if I did see what he put and opened the door. It was basically a jail cell: no windows, cement floor, cement walls....great. There was a mattress on the floor and a wooden dresser across the room. I walked in a threw my backpack on the "bed".

"Uh. Well it's not much but whatever. Get comfy you will be here for a while." I didn't say anything. He closed the door. The room was dark I could only make out shapes. I felt the walls until I found a light switch. The light was dull and probably hasn't been changed in years. I decided to get some unpacking done.

I took out the pictures and placed them on the dresser. I then laid on the bed and closed my eyes. It's been a long day.

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