Chapter 53: So, what's the plan?

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Chapter 53: So, what's the plan?

"Why do you hate Luther?" I ask Tristan another question. A movie is playing on the flat screen in front of us but neither one of us are concentrating on it.

"He killed my sister." He breathes out and clenches his jaw in anger. His hands are traveling up and down my exposed legs which are placed across his lap, while I back rests against the couch.

Not going to lie... I love feeling his hands on my body.

"What happened?" I prod further.

"How did Conner leave you?" His gaze comes up to meet mine. He's trying to shift the topic.

"Answer me first. You know too much of my life already while I know zilch of yours."

"Fine," he sighs while running a hand through his soft locks. "A year before you joined Henry, I was fourteen, I was already a fighter. I was undefeated, which was unbelievable for a fourteen year old. My parents never knew about my illegal fighting." I don't interrupt him.

"Until one day," he continues. His eyes never lift up to meet mine and I notice the pain radiating from his memory. "Luther came into the picture and found out that I had a older sister, Sarah. She was nineteen at that time. Beautiful, everyone said. She was joyful, loving and a great dancer. She studied dance arts and she excelled in it." A smile catches Tristan's lips.

"But her dreams were cut short. Luther wanted me, but I refused to go with him. He was angry that I rejected his 'offer' and that anger caused him to kidnap my sister. I had to tell my parents then, although it was too late. Luther had already harmed her. Killed h-her." A tear slides down his cheek and I wipe it away with my hand.

"You don't have to continue." I say.

"I'm fine." He shakes his head.

Seeing a guy cry is heartbreaking. The tears that slide down their cheeks feel as though they slide down onto your heart, eroding the your heart muscle until cracks appear.

Girls, it's a different story. We see them cry all the time. I bet most oceans are made from their tears. They cry on TV, real life ... wherever and for whatever reason. Us girls are so talented that faking our tears isn't a hard job.

But with guys, their tears contain honesty, raw emotions.

Although I believe some guys can also fake it.

"My parents stopped talking to me for almost a year. They blamed me for their daughter's death. I also started to blame myself. I built walls of anger around myself and honestly, you broke them down." He sends me a slightly broken, but genuine smile.

"How come Luther left you alone after that?" I question.

"That information is confidential. Or else you might end up on the runway to prison modelling your orange uniform on the runway to prison."

"Okay... then how did you leave Henry?"

"I don't know... he just... let me go. He saw that I was beginning to lose my tournaments, which caused him a lot of money."

"How come people still claim you as undefeated?"

"Are we playing 20 questions?"

"Yes. Now answer."

"Your brother... what happened?" He changes the subject.

Here goes nothing.

"I was always bullied as a child." I begin. "People hated me, they insulated me, and made me the joke of the school. Then my brother stood up for me. He told everyone to back off, and they did. They feared him. Then Conner told me to join his circle of friends. That's where I met the others; Mason, James and Nick. They all became my family and they loved me like I was their younger sister." Tristan just stays quiet and listens attentively, making sure that he doesn't miss a single word.

"No one ever told me about Henry, but I knew that my brother was up to something. He always left around eight at night and returned during the early hours of the next day. Mason, James and Nick were always with him, but none of them wanted me to know what they were doing. Then, few years after that, I was kidnapped," Tristan tenses when I say this.

"These men in masks just randomly scooped me off the street while I was walking home from school. I tried to fight them, but I wasn't strong enough. They took me to the abandoned building," he nods, knowing which building I am referring to.

"That's when I met Henry, and came to know that he was Conner's boss. Henry forced his men to train me, and whenever I refused to train, I was punished, beaten. But suddenly, about a year or two later, Conner just upped and left, without telling me why."

"That's why you hate him so much." Tristan states as matter-of-factly.

"Yep. That's why I hate him." I repeat his words, but I direct them more to myself and I can feel anger rising up my legs.

"But does what Henry told us change your view on him?" He asks me.

"After today, no. He's still the same and I even hate him more." I sit up from my position and remove my legs from Tristan's lap.

"I understand." He nods.

"Anyway, I think this is when I say goodnight." I get up from the leather couch and stretch out my limbs.

"Now?" Disappointed circles his irises.

"Yep. I need my beauty sleep."

"But it's only half past three." He tries to reason.

"Fine, you stay up. I'm going to bed." I walk away from him and make my way upstairs.

"So you don't want to watch Toy Story?" He voice calls out behind me.

"Hate it!" I shout.

"You're mean."

"Night Tristey."


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"So, what's the plan?" I hear a voice ask.

I woke up a few minutes ago and saw that Tristan was nowhere to be seen.

I brushed my teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes I found in the bathroom cabinet and took a quick shower, before wearing one of Tristan's other hoodies.

"I don't know yet, but we're going to need back up." I recognise Tristan's voice, and I immediately guess that he is probably talking to the guys.

"Hi, Hailey." Jordan greets me when he sees me walking down the stairs.

"Hi Jordan," I respond with a smile. "Hey guys." I greet Chase, Tristan and surprisingly Greg.

Chase doesn't respond to my greeting but scans my body, somehow making me feel uncomfortable. "Tristan, isn't that your favourite hoodie?" He shifts his gaze to Tristan and asks him with a raised brow.

"Yes..." Tristan replies hesitantly.

"They had fun last night." Chase snorts, leaning back to relax in his seat.

"Chase, do you want me to beat you up?" I ask smugly.

"That I'd like to see." Greg chuckles.

"Trust me, Chase won't handle her." Jordan says to Greg, with a snort.

"Idiots." Tristan mutters, before lifting himself off his seat and making his way towards me.

"You look great in my clothes." Tristan wraps his arms around my waist and whispers in my ear so that only I can hear him. "You should wear them everyday." His lips graze my cheek, leaving a trail of red.

"Being cliché now, are we?" I roll my eyes.

"Do you always have to ruin each compliment I give you?" Tristan pulls back and stares at me incredulously.

"I don't ruin them, I just... tease you. That's all." I smile at him.

He rolls his eyes and leans in to peck my lips. "Morning, Angel." He attaches his lips to mine again, but this time, longer. I melt into his lips and he pulls me closer, while I wraps my hands around his neck.

His hands explore my waist and I tug his brown hair to deepen the kiss.

"Woah, you guys can stop now. We didn't ask for a re-run of last night." Chase's big mouth stop us, reminding me that we weren't alone.

"I forgot there is an idiot in the house." Tristan rolls his eyes and walks away from me.

"Wasn't last night enough for you?" Chase teases him again. "Unless you want more." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Chase, if you don't shut up, I'll cut off your tongue and feed it to you." Tristan warns him playfully.

"Violent, are we?" Chase smirks. "Can't imagine the things you did to Hailey last-- Ouch!"

"I warned you." Tristan barks at him after landing a hard punch on his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Jordan, Greg and I are tearing up with laughter. Even though Chase is insinuating that I slept with Tristan, I still find it funny how he riles Tristan up.

"Anyway, back to business." Tristan's serious tone pulls us alll from the pool of laughter, and gains our attention. "We need a plan. Now."

"For?" I ask then walk over to Tristan, and I sit on his lap. He responds by wrapping an arm around my waist and putting another hand on my thigh.

"You want to stay here forever?" Tristan asks sarcastically.

I roll my eyes. "A simple answer would've sufficed."

"Can you guys stop flirting for once?" Jordan asks in exasperation.

"See? I'm not the only one sensing the sexual tension in here." Chase speaks up.

"Can everyone just be serious?" Greg speaks up.

We all mutter quick a 'sorry' and then get down to business.

"So we first have to figure out how Luther works. How many men he has and where are his men situated." Greg starts off. "Now, we all know that he controls one of the biggest gangs in the city, making him more powerful than Henry."

"What do gangs have to do with this matter?" I ask.

"Have you never heard of Henry's gang?" Jordan asks me.

"I am aware he has one, but he always kept me out of that closet." I admit.

I know that Henry has a gang and he's one of the most powerful leaders. He doesn't have a mafia, however, but he's name is notorious. He never really wanted me involved in it, saying that it is too dangerous.

But now why he didn't allow me to get involved. I am his... daughter.

Even that revelation hasn't properly sunk in. Maybe it is because I don't want to believe it.

Anger always crawls under my skin each time I think about how my mother lied to me.

"That's the first." Jordan says while tapping his index finger on his, and I give him a questioning look.

"What he means is, Henry always forces his best fighters to be in his gang. So why would he leave you out?" Chase elaborates.

"Uh... I'm a girl?" That wasn't supposed to have come out as a question. Not knowing what else to say, I stare at Tristan and telepathically ask for help.

But what does the idiot do?

Smirk. He freakin' just smirk.

"Even girls are in the gang..." Chase scrutinises me with a curious look.

"Is there something you're hiding from us?" Greg enquires.

"No." Please don't see past my lie.

"Are you sure?" Jordan prods.

"Yes, Jordan, I'm sure that my brain said no." I say sarcastically.

"Can we move on now? Hailey said she's hiding nothing, so let's just leave it." Tristan says.

Oh, now he decides to speak.

"Okay." Greg raises his hands in surrender.

"Now you decide to defend me?" I whisper-yell at Tristan, making sure that no one else hears.

"I just wanted to see if you can handle yourself." He responds.

"Why would you do that?"

"So that if you're captured, you'll be able to protect our secrets."

"That's dumb." I narrow my eyes at him.

"Guys?" A voice calls out.

"It won't be dumb when you're in the situation." Tristan states.

"Guys." The voice calls out again.

"Who even said I'll be in that situation?!" I ask him.

"Guys!" Chase pulls us out of our argument. "Were you even listening?"

"Sorry, what did you say?" I ask.

"We know how we can stop Luther from getting Hailey." Jordan fills us in.

"How?" I ask.

"Kill him."


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A/N: finally, an update.

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