Killer Love

Chapter Sixteen

I stare at my phone, wondering what I have done. I know I should not have sent that text, but my fingers moved on their own accord, my mind on autopilot.

I texted Harry to meet me at an abandoned warehouse later tonight so we can talk. I also told him not to tell anyone about this, which might have sounded suspicious, but he knows I'm a little strange. Am I desperate enough to kill Harry and get on with my life? Or will I let him live and go on the run? I still haven't made up my mind.

I grab the few belongings I own and throw them into my suitcase. I make sure nothing of mine is left behind. I check every room and closet that I know I used. Most of the stuff was already here and some of the rooms I didn't even enter at all.

I empty the contents of the fridge and cupboards into black trash bags that I chuck onto the curb for them to be picked up.

I hurry into the garage where the cleaning supplies are. I grab a couple of bottle of cleaners and disinfectant, some wipes and a spray bottle. I then proceed to wipe everything down. This includes the bathroom, living room, kitchen, patio, gym. Every doorknob, doorway, windowsill, handle, light switch, keyboard, button. Whatever I can think of.

The "official" cleaning of the house occurs after I leave, but I'm not stupid enough to let them handle everything. This is just in case they miss something. I vacuum every single room I have entered and throw everything away.

I put my earbuds in and listen to my favorite playlist as I rifle through my suitcase, slipping on my favorite black leather gloves and opening up a secret compartment. I pull out several black canisters.

I walk to my bedroom, making sure nothing has been left behind. I vigorously shake one of the canisters, pull the pin, and throw it in the room. There is a muffled explosion and smoke starts hissing out. The gas is supposed to get rid of any finger prints or DNA left behind. I do this to multiple rooms and then retrieve the canisters.

I survey the house one more time, my eyes studying every detail. I grab my stuff and keys and walk out the front door, making sure to lock the it behind me.

***

When I arrive at the warehouse, I pull my helmet off and hang it on my bike.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" Louis asks me through my earpiece. I don't know why I still have it on.

I stash my motorcycle behind the warehouse, making sure it is not remotely visible for later tonight.

"I still don't truly know myself," I reply unsurely.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I have a decision to make soon or shit is about to go down."

"Just go back home, wait until you make a reasonable plan-"

I laugh. "How is anything I have been doing reasonable? It's not. I only have two options left now and I'm pretty sure you know what they are."

He begins trying to reason with me again but I ignore him. My mind has been made up.

"Goodbye, Louis." I yank the earpiece out and drop it on the floor.

I put my hair up and walk down the path into the building, making sure to keep my guard up. There's a random noise now and again as old metal clangs against one another. I don't care about being silent this time. This is kind of like the end all be all for me.

I climb up one of the metal ladders leading up to another level that I assume used to be for workers to survey the work being done.

I check the time. I'm here exactly an hour early, which is my intention. I need some time to think alone. I pick at my nails and fight the urge to pace around like an idiot.

I let out a deep breath. Honestly, I don't know where to go from here. It's like I have a block in my mind preventing me from thinking of anything to solve this. There are bad ways this can end.

I begin to think back to the time when I was let out into the "real world" for the first time by myself. Of course Louis would keep tabs on me through the earpiece and the tracking my device they inserted in the back of my neck and the secretly hidden cameras. Let's just say my every move was being watched constantly.

Anyway, I was in this small town in Arizona at the time. They didn't think I could handle being in a huge city yet. Something about it being too high risk. I thought that being out was the best thing in the world. That anything was better than being stuffed inside. Of course, I was wrong.

It was difficult at first, being on my own, doing the things I was doing. I shake away the memory. I have no idea why it just randomly came to me. Maybe deep down I am scared to truly be on my own now. At least with the agency I have financial stability.

There's a sound of a door closing. My head whips down towards the right, but there's nothing there. At least, nothing that I can clearly make out. I step back, away from the moonlight. It's still early.

"Who's there?" I stupidly ask. God, what am I, an amateur?

There are footsteps behind me. Footsteps that I recognize all too well.

"Y/N?" Harry asks. One of his hands is in the back pocket of jeans. "What are we doing here?"

"I need to talk to you about something," I reply.

He laughs, gesturing around. "And you had to do it here?"

"Yes. Don't ask why." I take a deep breath. "I am-"

"I know who you work for," he sighs, running his fingers across the metal chains. "If that's what you were gonna tell me."

I stop mid-sentence. "What- how did- when did you..." I trail off, at a total loss for words. My body goes on high alert.

He chuckles, but there's no humor laced in it. "We're similar in a way." He nods his head.

I suck in a sharp breath and swallow hard. "You mean..."

My fears are confirmed when Harry pulls out a gun from behind him. Shit.