Chapter 6

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-Niall's POV-

"Cece?" I say lightly knocking on the door. There's no answer.

I unlock the door and walk in, seeing Cece fast asleep in the corner. I quietly walk over and gently pick her up bridal style and put her in bed.

I pull the covers over her and brush some stray hairs away from her face. She's so beautiful.

I go to stand up but I feel something tugging my shirt. I see that Cece has her small hand fisting my shirt. I didn't know what to do now.

I gently try and pry her hand off my shirt. It worked, and I was now free. She brought her hand to her chest and curled up into a ball under the covers.

She was so adorable when she slept. Curled up into a ball, mouth slightly open taking in small breathes, and her nose was slightly scrunched up.

Sometimes I wonder if she'll ever get past me kidnapping her and really love me.

I'm like the evil lion who has taken the poor lamb into my claws.

I quietly make my way to the door and just as my hand touches the doorknob, I hear Cece's voice.

"Niall?" She calls out. I turn my head to face her. "I-I'm sorry a-about earlier." She whispers.

"It's ok. I shouldn't have blown up on you like that." I confess. "I should be the one to say sorry." At this point, my body is fully turned around, facing Cece.

"A-Are you l-leaving?" She hiccuped. I slowly nodded and walked over to sit by her on the bed. "Why?" She asked.

I started playing with her hair before I answered. "I have a job to do. But I promise I'll be back soon." I said as I lightly kissed her forehead, letting it linger there for a few seconds.

"Ok. Please be safe." She whispered.

"I will."

And with that, I was out of the room and out of the house.

~*~*~

I pull up in front of the old building and exit my van. I slid open the back door and grabbed the things I needed.

I grabbed 2 handguns, my revolver, a couple Swiss Army knives and a grenade.

Why do I need this stuff you may ask?

I need to kill the rival gang that has been threatening Zayn's dad. He knows I can get the job done, but leave behind no evidence.

I put the handguns in the pockets of my jacket, I hid the Swiss Army knives in the sides of my boots, the grenade in a secret pocket in my jacket, and tucked the revolver in the back of my pants.

I looked around the building and spotted a fire escape ladder that I could climb up to the top of the building. I quickly jogged over to it and began making the climb up.

Once I was at the top, I saw a air-duct thing and a very convenient placed penny by it. I smirked and picked up the penny and began unscrewing the screws.

After I finished, I removed the cover and quietly climbed down till it was flat. I army crawled my way through the vents until I saw 2 guards below me that were talking about the recent football (soccer) game.

I moved the second cover carefully and quietly. I prepared myself to jump on top of the first man's shoulders. I jumped and landed perfectly on his shoulders and took out one of my knives and slit his throat.

He went limp and I climbed off and ran to the other guy, stabbing him where his heart it. He gasped for air until he fell to the floor, his chest not moving anymore.

I heard an alarm go off and a few pairs of footsteps running my way. I turned and ran the other way until I saw something I could hide behind.

I hid behind the large potted plant and took out my handguns.

I heard gun shots going off in my direction, I peeked behind the plant and saw 3 men with guns trying to shot at my behind this plant.

I quickly turned around and shot 3 out of my 8 shots at one of the men until he fell limp.

I repeated the process with the other 2, only giving the last guy 2 gun shots.

I finished off those guys and ran to one of the windows that faced the back of the building. I saw the leader of the gang, Damian, with a few people escorting him to a small limo.

I was only on the second floor and the car was decently close to the building, and I knew I could make the jump. I kicked the glass till it broke and jumped out onto the hood of the car.

The people surrounding Damian looked at me with scared and shocked expressions. I climbed off and brought out my revolver. They all put their hands up in the air, showing surrender.

Except for Damian.

I kept the gun pointed at them as I reached into my secret pocket and pulled out the grenade. Their eyes widened more as I pulled the string on it.

I tossed it at them and ran away before the explosion hit. They were playing Hot Potato with it, trying to get it away.

Just as Damian started running away, the grenade went off, creating a big explosion. I ducked to the ground and waited till the ground stopped vibrating. I stood up and walked over and saw the car was on fire and the people were dead.

I didn't see Damian though. I looked around and saw him trying to crawl away. I walked up to him and stepped on him, stopping him.

I turned him over and glared at him.

"See what happens when you mess with my boss?" I said evilly.

He gulped and just stared at me. I took out my revolver again and pointed it at his forehead.

"Lights out for you Damian." I said quietly as I pulled the trigger.

((I am so sorry for the late update. I've been at a writers block on this book forever. But I'll try and update more.

Byeeeeee))

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