Lost My Mind // l.h

Chapter 3

Luke POV

I sat at the edge of my bed elbows on knees, hunched over. My eyes drifted towards the window, looking out a damp atmosphere filled the the surroundings as if it adapted to my mood. Should i have done what i did? Well there is no going back now. I need to forget about the past and move on but i cant help but dwell on it. My palms are sweating vigorously. 'Why me' i chant repeating each second, hoping God will forgive me.
All of a sudden, my ears perk up, and i find myself rummaging throung the crap in the flat. My phone were the hell is it, searching faster and faster , conscious that i might miss it.

Finally, i find it with sustained damage from previous events
An unknown number.
Being very cautious, i answer, apprehensively

"Hello? Who is it"

"Luke" is that you?" in a recognisable voice

"Ash is that you?" I asked

"Yes, ill explain everything later, but get your fucking arse to my place now!" There was a brief pause before he huffed out "and bring the money." The line went silent the room surrounded by the high pitched tone.

Trying to get my clusterd head around things, i quickly threw on top on jogging to the door picking up the bags full of money and ran out the door. Not even caring about whether or not it closed. I exited the flat, quickly running a hand through my hair I looked around opening the door to my car, throwing in the bags as well as myself.

I started the engine up revving it a few times. The rubber tires screeched against the damp ground as I raced down the street to the boys abandoned warehouse.

Pulling up to the hideout the smell of weed and trouble lingered. Opening my car door and stepping out, I grabbed the bags slamming the door back the sound echoing around the fields.

Sliding the rusty blue door aside, I stepped into the hideout. The sound of deep voices coming from around the warehouse, smoke travelling around and laughter surrounding the place. I walked into the next room, just what I expected. Several men spread across the room, smoking with whisky in there hands whilst the four boys sit in the far corner most drinking but only Calum has a cigarette hanging from his lower lip.

Walking over I chuck the bags onto there feet, grabbing a bottle of whisky from the wooden bench, slumping down onto the chair beside Michael. He turns towards me giving me a little nod.

"Job well done." He laughs taking a swig from his bottle. I breath out a laugh whilst we both turn our attention towards Ashton who's now lighting a cigarette.

"So." I lean back into my chair "whats the problem?" I ask

I watch Ashton breath in the dark toxin, swiping his hair back he breaths out a puff of smoke, it quickly spreading the area.

"You got the money. Good job." He simply nods

"But there's a problem" his eyebrows raised as he inhales another puff of smoke.

"What's the problem?" I now lean towards him interested in the situation

"Dylan" his words blunt "He's been talking Luke." "Jake tells me he's at the casino, Brandon saw him in there around 20 minutes ago." "You know the drill."

I nod in return. All four of us stand placing our bottles on the bench, we make our way towards my car. Getting in we head towards the casino.

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We arrive, neon lights covered the streets as we park up. Getting out we head into the casino, ash gave us the signal in order for us to split. Ashton and Calum head towards the gambling part of the casino, as me and Michael make our way towards the bar.

We make our way through the sea of people, pushing our way through we find ourselves at the bar. The smell of Alcohol instantly entered my nostrils. Searching the bar my eyes land on a brunette serving the trashed men, I divert my attention to the red head beside me, Michael who has just hit my arm.

"There." He nods in the direction of the guy leaning on the bar chugging down a drink. We move fast, grabbing him by the collar I turn him round smashing him against the bar, Michael grabs his left side as we begin to drag him to the basement door shoving him down the stairs. Shouting Dylan manages to get out of our grip. We push him into the small room below the casino.

"What the fuck do you two want" he spits harshly

Michael grabs a chair and shoves him down on the seat. I place my index finger to my lips.

"Dylan, Dylan, Dylan" I chuckle "you've been a bad boy" I began rolling my sleeves up

"I-" I place my fingers to my lips again

"How long have you been in our business. Dylan?"

"Um. Three years. Mr Hemmings" he says hesitantly

"really?" "well dylan. you know what's important to me." "What counts?" I look at Dylan sternly hands gripped tight to the two arm rests as Dylan sinks into his chair

"... Loyalty. My man." "loyalty is what counts to me."

"Well." Ive been very loyal. Mr Hemmings."

"Gee. Dylan. That's not what i hear." I push myself back "I hear you went down to the police station last night" eyebrows raised I look at him in the corner of my eye. Beads of sweat forming and running down his face.

"And talked with one of the detectives last night" I turned my full attention towards him

"And we're there for over three hours" Michael pulled out one of his guns and started cleaning it.

"I-I-I-I went." He stuttered he was trembling as he looked at Michael and watched his every move "But-but" he looked back at me cautious of Michael still "I didn't tell them anything"

"Again. Not what I heard."

"I just- I only told them that Bernie and jake were over at the-the at long side with chase and I thought there was some funny business, and I thought he was doing business with Landon.. I-I swear"

I walk around swiping the back of his chair, coming back round I tidied his collar out and wiped the excess fluff off his jacket.

Smiling I said "thanks. Dylan." "Now I can sleep. And so can you"

I looked at Michael he passed the gun I placed it to Dylan's head.

"Say goodnight Dylan."

"No. No. No. I swear! That's all-"

Bang. A scream was heard from behind me. I instantly turned towards the door, the girl from the bar, the brunette one. Hand over her mouth tears welled up in her eyes. That was all I saw till she turned and ran.

I looked at Michael "Luke! Go get her!"

I dropped the gun and began running after her.

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