Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Fifty One.

A/N: hi! Just wanted to point out that this chapter is dark and sinister, so sorry about (: thanks for the votes and comments!

I had no words. The entire reason for me coming to Ireland on my own without any backup was to keep Harry and Louis out of harm's way, and yet Gregory was still able to outsmart me and screw me over.

"Let them go," I leaned over the table and growled. My hand wrapped around the knife that was set on the table and I had to restrain myself from stabbing him in the throat. I had to remind myself that guns were pointed at both of them. "Or I swear to god -"

"How I see it is getting even," Gregory said nonchalantly. His voice was calm and steady and his back was relaxed against his chair. If he wasn't pointing a gun at my stomach, I'm sure he would cross his legs because he was that untroubled.

"Getting even?" I scoffed. Nothing will ever compare to the torture that I experienced because of him. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, tell him that he broke me into vulnerable pieces and tormented my memories for years. But I didn't want to give him the satisfactory. "What did I do to you that could possibly be worse than what you did to me, my friends, and those other girls from the warehouse."

Gregory squinted his eyes into a glare. "You killed my brother."

"Your brother?"

"You remember him. You strangled him with a piece of trash rope."

Those lifeless eyes. I watched the light burn out of them. I could still hear the thump of his body make contact with the cold concrete ground. That was his brother.

"Your brother tried setting me on fire with gasoline. What I did was self defense. Your brother was too weak to fight off a malnourished teenage girl with ten broken fingers." I glared back.

Gregory slammed his fist on the table causing everything to shake and the menus to fall to the floor. "My brother was my best friend and best worker and you took that away from me."

"You need psychiatric help," I couldn't stop my sarcasm from slipping out of my mouth. I was so angry that he actually thought what I did was anywhere near as horrendous as what he's done for years. "Abducting girls, promising them a career of a lifetime, and then putting them through their worst nightmare. Abuse, sexual assault, starvation, and being sold for their body. So listen here Gregory, I would kill your brother again if I got the chance. I would love to feel his body melt in my hands after his heart stopped, and I take pride in the fact that my face was the last one he saw before he met his death. Because his last thought was everything he's done to me and to the other girls. And I bet he died regretting it all."

My voice was dangerously low and menacing. Gregory twitched as I spoke and I knew I had gotten under his skin. He glanced sideways towards Louis's table and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I now see where he was going with this. I had killed Gregory's brother and forced him to live with the pain of losing a family member. He was going to do the same thing to me.

"You were hard to track down Tomlinson," Gregory tried to keep his relaxed composure. But his clenched teeth and protruding veins in his neck gave him away. "But you're softer than I thought. It only took one incident of placing Louis in a dangerous situation to bring you out of your hiding."

"Leave him out of this," I demanded.

"I can't do that."

"What are you going to do, huh?" I questioned him. "Shoot us all in the middle of the restaurant? Where there are witnesses in plain sight? You think you're going to get out of here after creating such a scene?"