Lastly (L.T.)

Chapter 12

I left I left Louis's bathroom feeling much cleaner and wearing his sweats. Liam was still sitting on the counter eating his apple, though it was mostly gone now.

I yawned loudly and stretched, acting like I hadn't a care in the world.

"Does he keep any food, 'cause I want breakfast," I complained.

Liam shrugged, pointing to the fridge behind him, "help yourself."

I sauntered over to the fridge and pulled it open. I was surprised how much junk food Louis had. He was so fit he seemed like he'd be a healthy eater, but he had a great deal of beer and soda, as well as microwaveable meals.

I rummaged around until I found some uncooked bacon. This would work perfectly. I tossed the bacon on the counter where it landed next to Liam.

"Does he have a pan?"

Liam shrugged again, tossing his apple core into the trash with perfect aim.

I began rummaging through cabinets now, looking for a frying pan, and hoping Liam stayed on the counter where I could reach him. I gave him a sideways glance as I was opening and shutting drawers and was relieved to see he was now on his phone texting someone, still sitting in the same position.

I finally found a frying pan in the cabinet under the sink, which seemed like a strange place to keep frying pans. It was annoyingly light. I was going to have to hit hard.

I moved over, shutting the cabinets and acting like I was going to put the pan down, but instead I swung it with my right hand high and it connected with a dull thunk.

Poor Liam didn't even look up in time.

His body slumped forward, but I caught him and lowered him to the floor as he fell. Grabbing the gun out of his hands. He wasn't going to be out for long, and there was no blood but he would definitely have a concussion.

I raced into Louis's room. I was going to need something to tie Liam up with, and quickly. I barged into Louis's closet this time, instead of his dresser, and was relieved when I saw the safe in the corner. It was a keypad safe. I would be able to break in.

I knealt down, examining the numbers on the pad. The four looked the most worn, while the zero and one both looked touched but less used that the four. It was a four digit keypad, so that meant the four had to be used at least twice. I frowned and punched in 4-4-1-0 first, and it declined. I tried 4-4-0-1, and then 1-0-4-4, neither worked and I was running out of time. I punched in 4-1-0-4 on instinct and exhaled in relief when it clicked and swung open.

I examined the contents of the safe immediately. There was several bricks of coke, several handguns, and in the back, a pair of handcuffs that were clearly military grade. I grabbed them with a vile grin, racing back to Liam who was still out cold on the kitchen floor. I set the gun down and wrapped one of his arms around my neck and lifted him bridal style, grunting as I did, he was so heavy.

I walked him to Louis's guest bathroom, towards the fancy shower I had seen my first time here. There was a handy metal hand rail in the shower against the wall. I set Liam down on the shower floor, lifting his arms above his head and slipping the cuffs behind the bar before locking his arms on either side of it.

I was free to go, but now that the cat was out of the bag about my identity, I needed to have a conversation with Louis Tomlinson about my gang. A real conversation.

So I decided to make myself at home and wait for Louis. I put the gun in the waistband of my sweatpants, checking to see how many shots I had, and was relieved to see it was full. I resumed making the bacon, pulling out a new pan and putting the one I had used to hit Liam in the sink. I noticed that Liam had dropped his phone on the counter when I had hit him.

Curious, I grabbed it. He had three unread messages from Tommo. It made my blood boil to see that he was in Liam's contacts as Tommo. I had thought that was just an easy alias he had used to trick me, not a name that his friends called him. I was able to get into the phone just by swiping, Liam had no lock. Silly boy. I clicked on contacts to see Tommo's messages.

Received: How is everything?

Received: H has a plan

Received: We'll go over it tomorrow

I decided I should respond so he didn't think anything was up. I played it cool, I didn't know Liam's texting style but he seemed pretty laid back so I responded in kind.

Sent: Everything is fine

My mind was swirling with thoughts after reading Tommo's messages. Who was H? What did they need a plan for? And what was he planning to do with me?

I was jarred out of my thoughts by a buzz in my hand. I was shocked Tommo had responded so quickly, what was he doing that he could text so freely.

I noticed there was not one, but two new messages. One from Tommo and one from someone named Maya. I opened Tommo's first.

Received: Thanks for doing this mate. I know you want to be home right now.

I frowned at the message, it sounded so sweet, like something I would send to Andrea. I guessed he really cared about Liam. A small part of the back of my brain was happy I hadn't killed Liam then. I hesitated and decided not to open Maya's message. I felt bad snooping through anything that wasn't related to my mission, and since it was from a girl, it was likely personal.

I ate my bacon on the couch, scuffing and clanking metal sounds from the bathroom signaling that Liam was awake. I expected him to shout and call me a bitch and demand I unchain him, but instead he was quiet for the next few hours as I watched trashy reality shows with my feet up and my face towards the door, waiting for Tommo to come home.

Around three, my head snapped towards the door, a smirk crawling across my lips as I reached into my waistband for the gun, not moving from my position on the couch.

Tommo looked up as he entered, seeing me on his couch, in his sweats, watching television with a gun trained between his eyes.

Shock rained down on his face for a split second before he whipped out his own gun, pointing it at me, both of our safety's clicking in unison.