Ch: 33 || Suprises.

                                    

                                          

                          
[Brandon]
                          

                          
Where the hell is that lazy blonde chic gone? I arrived back at the hotel from heading to the ports to get my new stock of guns, and she wasn't there. Where could she have got to? Had she bailed on me? Nah. They always come back. All the girls do. It's how I roll. They come back crawling to me-begging for me. 
                          

                          
I popped open a beer can and slung myself back onto the double bed, flicking on the television trying to find something interesting to watch. I stopped on the news on a local police man in that craphole Bradford, talking. It actually seemed quite entertaining to watch so I absorbed it all in. 
                          

                          
"We're still trying to find Liam James Payne who went missing over three months ago. There are absolutely no traces of where he went to. Bystanders who last saw him with his apparent best friend Louis William Tomlinson at the college grounds in a local college in Bradford; they were talking to a blonde haired guy who sounds like the criminal Niall Horan who's murder inquiry is still a mystery to us all. It seems to us here at the police station and in the FBI, that the two cases here the missing male and the murdered male, was linked somehow. If only there was more clues to find out where Liam was, we could inform his family who are worried sick about him. They just want to know he's alright. Liam, if you are watching this wherever you are, please come back home to your parents. They miss you dearly. Please come home Liam Payne. Please?" my parents were the biggest hypocrites ever. My parents wouldn't miss me ever, so why should I miss them?
                          

                          
I shut off the television and let the beer's liquid burn my throat as the buzz kicked in. It was keeping me almost sane right now. I didn't want to think of my parents, not now and not ever. They aren't worth my time. You can't bring people back from the dead, so why should I think about them? The thought of their lifeless bodies, blood drained from their body, doesn't depress me. In a way it calms me. It makes me realise that the bad ones get their karma. They deserved it.
                          

                          
I wouldn't class myself as bad, nor would I ever consider myself as bad. I'm not actually morally a decent person, but I haven't done the disgusting things as raping girls are using people like that. I do the one night stands, but it is their own choice to sleep with me. Yeah, so what if they're intoxicated? They're still willing. They still want me. I don't force myself on them. Never.
                          

                          
As if it was a reflex action, one sharp ring from my business mobile was heard and I instantly picked it up and pressed it to my ear. It was most probably George checking up on me. What should I say? Oh hey. No, no sign of the desirables and I have no idea where Becky nor Louisa is. Yes, lovely weather today! He would most defiantly be plotting my murder if I tell him this. It would be a torturous death for sure.
                          

                          
"Brandon James."
                          

                          
"Brand, it's Aaron. How are you doing, mate?" I hear the husky American accent and I breathe out a sigh in relief to hear this guy's voice and not the accented British one. Everything's okay now. I'm off my guard. I feel pressure from my shoulders, lift.
                          

                          
"Aye bro. I'm decent, yeah. And yourself?" 
                          

                          
"I'm fine too. I just want to give you a heads up though, George is on the next flight to London as we talk. Danny and I are instructed to stay behind as base support. He thinks you're slacking, and just chilling without doing the things he instructed you to do. But you have got the Desirables and Becky, right?" the was hope in Aaron's tone that made me want to face palm myself for being so stupid and not efficient enough. I should've done exactly what I was told straight away, and be on the plane to Toronto asap. But no. I failed and now I'm dead. He's going to kill me.