The Ride Of My Life - Book 3

Chapter 22

Hey everyone, bit of a cliff-hanger on the last one, hey? Oh well, I hope you enjoy this, and leave your beautiful feedback below – I always love reading it. Sorry that this is a tad on the shorter side but there will be much longer ones to come xx

                                 

I gulped as I looked up to him, all of the colour draining from Zayn's face as he observed what was going on.

"I'm going to kill you." Is what he whispers out before he lunges at him but before he can even get to him about three men all plunge at him – leaving him to fight them off. He was simmering and sure as hell didn't struggle to take them all on.

Louis and Max assisted as more and more men got involved and then it turned into a massive fight. Scar was trying to aim her gun at some of them but kept cursing and wincing at her shoulder that Liam had to carry her out once he saw a free space in the doorway. I gulped looking at Zayn on the floor, punching a guy in the face numerous times as someone behind him was trying to manage him off. I tried to grab the guy off with all of the power in the world but somebody grabbed onto my waist and yanked me away.

I turned around to try and push him off and I kept calling Zayn. I turned around to see him shoot the guy who was trying to get him from behind as he got up and aimed his gun at the man who was holding onto me and as he clicked down the barrel, the guy swung me around so I was facing Zayn – the gun held to my heart.

"Put him the fuck down." He grits, leaving a trail of wailing guys from behind him.

I hear a click and then a cool metal object on my temple.

"We want to make a deal Niall," The guy on the side sighs, clapping his hands together as two men come in – Scott and Damion to be exact with a laptop in their hand.

"Let him go." Zayn grits as he stares at the man behind me, ignoring the guy on the side who was chuckling jollily to himself.

"You shoot, then I shoot Malik – it's simple." He shrugs as all of the fighting begins to stop, Louis and Max's attention going into the centre.

Zayn's face is hard as he looks at me. I feel tears well up as he moves the gun around my temple – chuckling evilly to himself.

"I want you to come with me," He smiles with a nod. "I'm not fucking going anywhere." I mumble out as the guy behind me holds onto my stomach causing me to wince at the pressure on my shot wound.

Zayn was seething as he watched the guy behind me do this – his eyes darkening turning almost black.

"Open the laptop." He sighs as he turns to Scott who does just that, Max cursing as he does so – holding the gun up to Scott's head.

"If you shoot any of my men – then Blondie gets shot. Di Martino I suggest you stand down." He says lightly as Max looks up at me with sad eyes before walking away slowly and over to Harry who was watching them all with a dark glare.

"Here," Scott smirks to himself as he clicks around a little until a window on the screen comes up, he then turns it around to make it visible for me and for Zayn.

A video turns on and my stomach completely drops to my feet and my breath gets taken away.

They were tied to a chair, a tie over their mouths. There was a graze on the side of each of their foreheads and their heads hung low with groggy looks on their faces. I snapped my eyes up at him as I tried to get of the man's grip, not even caring that there was a gun held to my head.

"Let them go!" I yell as I tried to get him off of me, Zayn trying to go forward and help but two men held him back.

"Your parents are actually quite nice people Niall, I even had a discussion with them before all of this had to happen – I mean, I always thought rich snobs like that would be bitter and dry, but they weren't." He chuckles out as he shakes his head.