Our Possession

25

Edward would never actually say that he regretted kissing Louis while he was sick, but that doesn't mean he didn't feel that way.

It was a week after the kiss, right after Louis was getting better, when Edward started getting sick.

Edward wasn't even the one who decided that it wasn't a good idea for him to go to work, it was Zayn.

Both boys were in a warehouse, interrogating some bloke found following Zayn, when it happened.

"Now, I'm only going to say it one more time," Edward said, looking over at the tied up man sitting in the uncomfortable metal chair, "tell us who you work for."

The man looked about fifty, it also looked like he hadn't eaten in all those fifty years. Track marks could be seen on the man's boney arms, and his hair draped over his face as the man looked down at his battered shoes.

Edward looked over at Zayn, nodding curtly and watching Zayn search the man's pockets, coming up with a flimsy, almost empty wallet. Zayn handed over the wallet, adjusting his grip on the metal bat held in his other hand.

"Hm, Gregory Rodriguez... Well guess what Gregory Rodriguez? If you don't tell me who you work for right fucking now, I'm going to call up-" Edward sneezed and paused. He tried to recollect himself, clearing his throat before continuing, "I'm going to call up a friend, find your family, and then I'm going to fucking kill them all. Their life is in your hands right now, decide what you want to do."

The man didn't speak, only grunted when Zayn hit him in the stomach with the bat at full force. "Time to speak up, Gregory. We've got shit to do," Zayn singsonged, tapping the metal on Gregory's sagging head.

At the man's indifference, Edward nodded and pulled out his phone, dialing a number and holding the phone up to his ear.

"H-Hey Brother! Louis wanted me to tell you that h-he's behaving very good- Oh! I-I mean, I wanted to tell you that Louis is behaving very good."

Edward rolled his eyes, impatiently tapping his fore finger against his phone case. "I need you to search for a Gregory Rodriguez, find out any affiliations."

"Gregory Rodriguez?" Marcel repeated, Edward heard rustling and muted conversations on the other end before Marcel spoke up again. "Louis says he knows him."

Edward smirked and looked at the man, grabbing him by his hair and tilting his head back to look at him. "Does he now?"

"Y-Yeah, Louis said that he's a druggie."

"Put him on the phone." Edward glared down at Gregory.

"Hey Edward, did you hear what Marcel said? I'm behaving good, you should totally bring some candies home today."

Edward stepped away and turned around to hide his smile. "I'll think about it if you tell me what you know about Gregory."

"Not much, just that he likes coke and owes Daddy lots of money. Daddy never let me really talk to any of the druggies, they're creepy."

"Mmm, say that again," Edward smirked.

"Uh, he likes coke and owes Daddy money?"

"You should really start calling me that, it's hot." Edward mumbled into the phone.

"You're gross and I hate you... is there anything else you need?"

"I'm good-"

"Good, then I can hang up on you, remember the candy!"

Edward pulled the phone away, confirming that Louis hung up and smirked as he slid it back into his pocket, he composed himself before turning around.

"So the Tomlinsons sent you then, eh?" Edward asked, but it wasn't a question, he knew the answer as soon as Gregory glanced up to look at him.

Edward nodded once at Zayn, watching Zayn swing the bat once again at Gregory's stomach. Gregory didn't say a word, just grunted loudly and hunched over in pain.

"Gregory, I'm beginning to loose my patience," Edward sighed and took out the glock that was tucked into his pants. Edward clicked the safety off and aimed it at the man's head.

"I'm done with you," Edward gritted out, pulling the trigger and sneezing at the same time, shooting Gregory in the shoulder.

Gregory doubled over, screaming in pain as he bled helplessly onto his already filthy shirt.

Zayn eventually got annoyed with the screams and hit Gregory in the back of the head, effectively knocking him out.

"With all due respect, Sir, I think it's time for you to have a break... Sir," Zayn said carefully, not wanting to offend Edward in any way.

Edward raised a brow and tucked the gun back into his waistband. "And what would make you think that I'm in need of a break?"

"You missed, Sir. You never miss, I just think that you deserve a break. You haven't had once since-"

"Since before the break in," Edward interrupted, glaring at Zayn. "Before that I was on break watching Louis. Now that I'm working there hasn't been any instances, has there?"

"I just believe that you've been spending a lot of time on the job lately. I just want you to consider that you're probably in need of a break, Sir."

Edward rolled his eyes and pushed the thought away. "Well I'm in the best shape of my-" Edward coughed into his arm. "life. Don't doubt my abilities, Zayn."

"I'm not doubting you, Sir. I'm sorry, it was stupid, you need as much work towards bringing your skills back. You shouldn't go on a break."

"Fuck you, you probably think if I go on a break that my skills will be rusty," Edward scoffed, pushing Zayn back and glaring.

"Where are you going, Sir?"

"I'm going home," Edward said, storming out of the warehouse.

Zayn sighed in relief and took his phone out, dialing a number once he saw the door close behind Edward. After the ringing stopped, Zayn spoke into the phone, "This is Zayn, Edward just left... Yes, I made sure he won't be working. He just happened to be sick, I used that to our advantage... Don't worry Boss, everything is going perfectly, the boy is safe... Of course, I'll continue to keep you updated."

A soft grunt came from Gregory's body as he slowly came out of consciousness, making Zayn tighten his grip on the bat.

Zayn hung up the phone and slid it back into his pocket. "You should have never came here."

After one swing to the head Gregory made a noise of pain, after two he stopped moving, and by the third swing he stopped breathing. Zayn let the metal bat fall onto the floor, the clinking sound echoing throughout the empty warehouse along with his pants for air. He stared at the scene before him, before wiping his sweat and leaving the dead body to itself.