Lastly (L.T.)

Chapter 3

As soon as I had my instructions from Jay, I was ready to go. This gang was the only family I had ever had, and I wasn't about to let some punk hellbent on destroying his mentor's empire hurt my family. Jay had always taken care of the kids who entered this gang. He made sure we had someplace to sleep and work that, although wasn't conventional, made sure we didn't hurt ourselves or each other.

Louis Tomlinson would listen to me and give Jay what he was owed or I would end him without a second thought.

I left Jays office with a new black duffle bag full of European euros, several guns and magazines, car keys to a car in one of our London warehouses, and a phone with directions to the night club that held our money. The club that now belonged to Louis.

I left the red carpeted office hallways and entered the den of head quarters again, the smell of smoke and sex hitting my nose as I pushed open the metal door. Several people stared at me as I left the room and they moved out of my way as I headed up towards the stairs.

It was Friday night, which was the reason that everyone down here was either drunk or high. That was just kind of how Friday nights down here worked. Most people wouldn't leave until Sunday night, to go back to their homes and jobs if they had one, or back to the streets if they didn't. Or they'd wait around until they got instructions from Jay, if they were one of the few that worked for him.

I wove through the crowds on the upper floor, my eyes searching for Andrea or Dallas. I finally found them in a corner. Dallas was sitting on an old wooden chair against the wall with a girl I didn't recognize draped over his lap and kissing him hard. Andrea was leaning against the wall a few feet away from him, a bottle of cheap rum in her hand as she talked to a few girls about our age.

"Andie!" I shout over the laughter and shouts as I get near her.

She turns to me, clearly tipsy but not yet drunk, "Hey you!"

I cut right to the point, "I'm leaving for a while, Jay has a job for me."

The stress must have shown on my face because she didn't press the matter.

"How long?"

I ran my hand over the top of my head, feeling the tight braid that she had done for me just this morning.

"I don't know." I responded truthfully.

Her eyes darkened in sadness but she kept up a brave face, "okay, well we'll miss you and we'll be here when you get back."

I gave her a hug and turned to Dallas, then decided not to interrupt.

"Hey Andie can you-" I gestured to Dallas.

She giggled, "yeah I'll tell him later."

I nodded knowingly at her, before heading towards the front exit, where Ducky stood guard.

There were about 16 different secret entrances and exits to this building, all guarded. People would come and go using all of them so that we didn't draw suspicion to the building since there was a police station only a few blocks away.

Ducky gave me another toothy smile as he held the door open for me and when I walked out I saw exactly what I had expected.

The van from our earlier mission had been moved and replaced by an everyday looking black car, nothing special.

Jamie, another gang member leaned up against it.

"Hey Jamie." I greeted him as I approached him.

"Hop in," he nods to me, "Jay says I'm supposed to take you to the runway."

I nod.

The runway was a private airstrip about an hour away that provided a launchpad for every smuggler or mobster needing to go under the radar in and out of New York city. It was dangerous to use because it belonged to both our friends and our enemies. It was a neutral ground, which often meant an easy place to die.

I stared out the window for most of the drive, my head swirling with thoughts. I was going to need an easy way to get to Louis, and although I had a few ideas, I needed one that was infallible. I was also going to need to blend in.

I peeled off my leather jacket with the raven on the back and chucked it in the back seat behind me. I couldn't have anything with me in London that directly tied me to this gang. I figured the easiest way to get him to trust me would be to make him think that he doesn't need to have his walls up. I had fought hundreds of men before and the reason I had always won was because they had always underestimated me. I was 5'6" and weighed a mere 110 pounds. I appeared as a threat to no one, and that was what I was going to need Louis to think.

Jamie pulled into the airstrip, which was nothing more than a few giant warehouses and a mile long strip of pavement. Thankfully, we were the only car in sight and there was only one small plane out and on the strip.

Jay had sent me on missions out of the country before and I recognized the plane. I knew I was safe right now, but I wasted no time saying goodbye to Jaime and boarding the small plane. The pilot was one I had met before. She was tall and muscular, not your typical airline pilot. Everything about her screamed "smuggler" and I felt confident she'd be able to get me to London undetected.

I gave her a nod as I boarded and took a seat in one of the four seats on the small plane, setting my duffle bag on the ground and staring at my reflection in the window. My midnight curls were pulled back in my braid and my white pale cheeks were flushed from stress. My eyes, a peculiar shade of violet were wild and I shivered in my black tank top, missing my leather jacket already. I looked like a killer. I didn't care.