Stolen (Sequel To Capture)

Thirty-Five

"He's dead." Trey's cold voice rattled my soul as I still held onto Louis. "Now you are free to love me babe."

"You murdered him." I cried.

"I murdered lots of people."

"Why would you ever think I'd love you for killing Louis?"

"You love me." He snapped aggressively. "There's no one standing between us now."

"I hate you."

"I did this for you! I did this for us!" Trey snarled grabbing my elbow and forcing me to stand and face him.

I was pulsing with anger as I stared at him. "Fuck you." I growled. His slap was familiar striking my cheek hard I winced but didn't cower away. I wasn't like before, a broken little girl, he could tell. Narrowing his eyes he struck another blow but I didn't care, the pain felt good, like fuel to the fire.

"You're just an ungrateful bitch!" He hissed throwing me back down beside Louis' cold body.

"Fuck you." I snarled again.

Harrison shoved me aside and lifted his corpse from under his armpits dragging him away from me. I scrambled towards him clamping down on Louis legs. "No, where are you taking him!?"

"Burn him." Trey commanded as Harrison pried me from Louis and pulled him out of the room.

I screamed and kicked at Trey who held me back as I watched his body go. "No! Bring him back!"

"Don't be stupid! He's dead, his body needs to be disposed of."

"He deserves better!" I whimpered.

"He's a dead man. He deserves nothing." Trey snapped grabbing my wrist aggressively.

"He deserved me, you don't." I corrected him. For a moment I thought he would hit me again, but he didn't, his eyes narrowed in anger.

"Boss!" Harrison called loudly from the hallway. "We've got more incoming." He warned.

Trey smiled at me. "How many more of your friends do I get to kill today?" I stood up making a break for the open door but he clamped down on my wrist again and pulled me back. "Ah ah uh," he tisked his tounge at me. "Stay here, I wouldn't want my baby to get caught in the crossfire."

Leaning in he pressed his lips to mine again forcing me to kiss him, I pushed back, but he had me locked in his grip. Tossing me behind him I felt into the bed as he walked towards the door. "No funny ideas." He barked.

I lunged for the door but by the time I reached it he had locked me in.

...

"Heads on a swivel boys." Harry commanded as we approached the building.

"Would you shut up," Niall hissed. "What is that supposed to mean anyways?"

"It means don't get shot!" Harry argued. "And watch my 6!"

"Listen, we have to find Louis and the girls. Don't fuck this up." Zayn interrupted. "Stay together."

"Liam you stay behind us got it." Niall ordered.

"Just get me to Emma." I answered adjusting my grip on the gun.

Wyatt was telling the truth, it was abandoned by the looks of it, and the neighborhood was practically its own ghost town. "Heads up, we've got cameras." Harry observed as we entered through an broken window. "If Trey's men are here they'll know we are too."

Each step I took felt right as if my path was illuminating in front of me leading me towards Emma. "She's here." I whispered.

"How do you know that?" Niall frowned.