Stolen (Sequel To Capture)

Twenty-Nine

I'd realized the shooting had stopped as Niall skirted over to my side. "Where's he been hit?" He asked as my bloody hands still clamped down on the side of his head.

"They knicked his ear and neck. He's bleeding lots but I think it's just a flesh wound."

"Fucking bastards like to shoot ears don't they?" He snarled thumbing to his own which still harbored a nasty scar from all those years ago. "At least he will still look pretty," Niall smiled. I looked at him amazed at his wit even now. "If you're into the Greek God model look."

I laughed as Harry walked up to us not bothering to help tend to Zayn. "You led us right into an ambush Payne!" He hissed. Ignoring him I shook Zayn again, his eye lids fluttering open.

"Hey, good news, you're not going to die, better news you still look better than Niall ever will." I joked as Niall scoffed helping me lift Zayn into a seated position. "So there's that."

"I'm not sure I was ever worried about that." Zayn smirked even through the ghostly white tone of his skin from the blood loss. "I feel pretty weak." He steadied himself with our help.

"You lost a lot of blood. Helps on the way." Niall assured him.

The roof door barged open again as Harry and Niall raised their guns to face the intruder only dropping them at the sight of Perrie bolting towards us. "ZAYN!" She screamed frantically catching sight of his bloody wounds.

I raised Zayn's hand placing it against his ear for him. Perrie skidded yo a hault on her knees in front of him. "Put pressure on your ear, here, you're gonna be just fine." I instructed before standing back up.

Niall stood with me. "What's the point of all this?" He asked scanning the buildings around us again.

"He played us, me, again." I huffed. "This was orchestrated, the studio, he set it up so we would charge in and be exactly where he wanted us."

"Why shoot at us?" Niall frowned.

"Why not? He has what he wants, Dani and Emma are under his control right now. We're just loose ends. Just something to eliminate."

"Prick." Niall growled under his breath.

"Speaking of." I groaned as Harry approached.

"One of my lead agents was shot because of your carelessness Payne!" He barked roughly pointing his finger in my chest with surprising force.

"Oh like you give a shit about Zayn, who is going to be just fine by the way!" I argued slapping his hand out of my way.

"I care about the safety and health of my agents. Don't fucking test me Liam. I should take you back to headquarters and detain you for the rest of the mission."

"Stop with the empty threats Styles." Niall rolled his eyes.

"Agent Horan I'll remind you that you're on suspension."

"And I'll remind you that I just help save your ass in a shootout!"

"He's right." I smirked.

"The only reason he's right is because you put us on this damn roof and in danger for no reason!" Harry turned back on me.

"Give it up Styles. Trey is a sociopath, he isn't a match for you. You can't fight him on your own. Stop pretending like you don't need our help."

"I'm filing a report on both your asses as soon as this ordeal is over." He snapped angrily then turned on his heel and walked out of the door back inside the building.

"I'm finding it hard to not punch his lights out everytime I see him." Niall spoke through gritted teeth.

I sighed. "You and me both mate." He clapped my back and steered me after Harry. "Lets get off this fucking roof before I get shot at again."