New York...
Earlier...
Camila pulls Lauren's hoodie over her head. She makes sure the gun is close to her and lays down on the bed.
2 am...
Camila wakes up when she feels a cold hand on her arm. She hears gunshots and looks up to see Zayn.
"Come on were getting attacked!" He says. The shotgun is hanging around his back, his crossbow in hand, and his pistol in his pistol holder.
Camila grabs her gun and her backpack with necessary things. They walk out to see Louis and Robert guarding the door.
"Brad, Colson, Tom, and Chris are helping people escape and protecting the trucks," Louis says.
"Let's go c'mon," Zayn says. He grabs Camila's hand and she grips it so she doesn't let go of it.
Camila has her gun in hand and she sees some dead gang members on the floor.
"There they are!" They hear someone yell.
Someone shoots an assault rifle and Zayn ducks Camila behind the bar counter. He looks at Louis and Robert.
He stands up and shoots an arrow through one of the guy's heart. Louis starts shooting so Zayn and Robert can move closer to the trucks.
They get caught in surprise and someone jumps in front of them, shooting Zayn. He groans and takes his pistol out of its pistol holder, shooting the guy in the head.
"Are you okay?" Camila asks.
"Fine," Zayn says.
"They're closing in!" Louis shouts.
"Move, move!" Zayn says leading Camila out.
They see the trucks drive off and Zayn groans. "What the fuck!" He shouts.
They hear the men closing in and Zayn runs his hand through his hair.
"Fuck it, we're going through the front," He says.
"What, are you crazy?!" Louis asks.
"We don't have another choice, Louis!" Zayn shouts.
"Okay fine let's fucking go then," Robert says.
They start running to the front, Zayn protecting the front, Louis to the sides, and Robert in the back. Someone jumps out in front of Louis and tackles him to the ground. Zayn was going to shoot him but his crossbow gets stuck.
"Fuck!" Zayn groans. He yanks the guy off Louis and starts beating him up with his crossbow. Blood spills on his face and he stands up.
"Stop right there!" They see that they are surrounded.
"Put your guns down!" A muscular man says.
They were slowly putting their guns down but they hear tires burning and all five men get gunned down.
Zayn looks over to see Colson, Tom, Brad, and Chris. Zayn grabs his crossbow from the floor and they all run to the truck.
"Go get Camila in the car Robert!" Zayn orders.
Chris opens the door for Camila and shoots down guys that we're running after them, Zayn and Louis helping him. Once the coast is clear for a while, Chris and Louis jump in the back, and Zayn gets inside the truck with Camila.
Colson drives out of there and Zayn takes his shirt off. He takes his bulletproof vest off and throws it next to him.
"Good thing you had that on," Camila says.
"Not a single tear, you're one tough son of a bitch Camila," Zayn laughs.
"I'm a Cabello," Camila smiles. "I was able to get this," She pulls out a picture of Lauren.
Zayn laughs, "Wow you saw a hot picture of Laur and decided to take it."
"Of course," Camila smiles.
Colson laughs in the front seat. "Thank God we were able to grab this truck from them."
"I thought you all left us out there," Camila says.
"One of the gang members drove off in the car me, Chris, Brad, and Tom were in so the rest took off. We told him to pull over and we got off to go back for you guys, " Colson says.
Zayn spaces out and Camila looks at him.
"You okay?" She asks.
"Half our members died, our house got raided, Lauren isn't gonna take this lightly," Zayn says.
"Yeah we know Lauren she will want to go after those bastards herself," Robert speaks up.
"I'll tell her the house got raided and Camila is okay but we will have to have you to calm her down Camila," Colson looks at Camila in the rearview mirror.
The other two boys nod and Camila smiles. "I sure will," She says.
Colson sees the other trucks and he rolls his window down. "House in Tampa, go to the airport, " He says in the walkie-talkie.
He hears 'okays' back and he puts it down, rolling his window back up. Camila looks at Colson and frowns at everything that just happened.
