Missing Pieces - z.m.

twenty-nine

DANIEL'S POV

Once we took off, the bickering and yelling started. None of the boys shut up. Either it was whining or simply conversing with one another, I don't think anyone stopped talking. We were currently on the highway, going to that gloomy place that only brought back dark memories. I don't even want to think about what Petro has done to my sister and brother. Knowing him, he will lay a finger on them. He will dare cross that line. Why? He has no heart. His heart is not a heart that cares. His heart is one that beats for torture and pain. He likes torturing others. He wants others to be in pain. If he was a different person, he would actually not even go with this battle. If he was a different person, he wouldn't want anything to do with the jewels. He would be the first one to stop this whole family rivalry. But no. He was no different person. He was Petro, and his name screamed pain. 

"Get your foot away from my face," Luke said as Michael was changing his sitting position. "Are we there yet? My back hurts real bad."

"Just fifteen more minutes. Fifteen more minutes and we'll be there. Alright?" I tell him.

"Can't we change our seats while still in the car?" Ashton said. 

"You guys waited two hours and a half to think about this? There's like fifteen more minutes left, suck it up," Zayn said. 

He wasn't in a happy mood. He had no mood actually. He was just really nervous and anxious about what's going to happen, and if anything happened to Hope and Macit. I just hope we get there on time. The car abruptly stops. What's happening now?

"Oh come on!" Zayn yells, hitting the steering wheel, which in turn causes him to unintentionally honk. Other cars start to honk, and Liam speaks up. "Okay, we need to do something." 

"We can't wait here all day, get moving," Harry says.

"Move where?!" Zayn yells.

"Get out of the line. There's space there," I point to him to move to the right. 

"That's breaking the law," Michael says.

"Haven't you learned that there are no laws in this action movie?" I tell him, as I watched his eyes widen from the rearview mirror. 

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HOPE'S POV

Help. That's what I needed right now. I needed someone to help me. I needed to get out of here. I need to escape. I need to go find Macit and get us out of here. I now that wherever Macit is, he's thinking the same thing too. Although we are in the same building, I still don't feel safe without him beside me. As crazy as it sounds, I feel safer when I'm in the same room as my brother even in this gloomy and foresaken building. 

Where are you Zayn? I'm drowning. 

I'm drowning and I can't breathe. Please save me. 

Please.

The door of the room I'm in clicks, then opens. In comes a man with black uniform. He has blonde hair, blue eyes and a blank face.

"You're coming with me," he says with a British accent. 

What? He doesn't sepak Turkish. "You speak English?"

"Ma'am, don't speak to me. I was ordered to take you outside to meet with Mr. Petro."

I scoffed. "So you're working for him?"

He doesn't answer me after that. Halfway through our journey of walking in the endless hallway, a door of a room opens, and Macit comes to view with another man wearing all black.