Chapter 42

                                    

                                          
Harry Styles
My leg was on fire from the bullet that had grazed my skin when I pushed Emma out of the dining room. Not a minute had it stopped me from doing my job and killing everyone from Evan's gang in the room.
But now everyone was laying on the bloody floor and the last shot had been fired a minute ago, the flashes of pain shot up from my calf and spread over my body. My hair was hanging sweatily over my eyes when I bent over to inspect the wound. The fabric of my skinny jeans was sitting right in the bleeding wound. That was going to be a bitch to get fixed by Niall.
My eyes shot away from the bleeding bodies to search for Niall. Logically, he wasn't in the dining room anymore. It was part of our strategy, as his healing skills were most useful after a fight. Neither of the boys were in the dining room. Only Ben, Mason and Oliver were there. 
"All good?" I questioned them, my voice sounding raspy from the harsh breathing. They seemed to be doing well, no major injuries in sight. Their confirmation eased me. I put my gun in the back of my waistband and scanned of the body's once more. 
Two of my own gang members were laying amongst them. 
"Take care of them." I ordered the left-over men and signalled to the bodies. They died doing what they did best and deserved a rightful burial. I bent over the body laying at my feet, my eyes scanning over the body quickly. I found what I was looking for in a second. Another round of bullets, as I had shot mine close to empty. Then, I made my way towards the door.
Just because the fight in the dining room was done, didn't mean that the rest of the fight had finished. I had to find the others. And Emma. 
"Such a shame." I mumbled when stepped over the body of Abbey, the girl that had translated for Evans. She had been a pretty girl. Sadly, she was the first one I had shot since she had been the one causing chaos. 
Just when I was about to exit the dining room through the door I had pushed Emma through, Liam and Niall walked inside. 
"Thank god you're alive." Liam said upon seeing me, pulling the words from my mouth. Liam was rocking a nasty shiner on the left side of his face, as well a a cut on his abdomen. Besidesthat, he seemed to me doing fine. Niall was doing even better, no bruise or blood inside. He was only vaguely limping. 
"The knee is acting up." He mumbled when he notice me staring at it. I nodded, not pressing any further. I knew about the accident he had which had hurt his knee and had tried to convince him not to fight with us anymore. But Niall wasn't one to convince easily. Luckily, I made a deal with the lucky motherfucker. He would retrieve himself as soon as possible from a fight to save his skills and his knee. 
"I'm going to look for the others. Liam, take the other door. Niall, help whoever needs it. " I commanded. It made Niall snort.
"Seems to be you, mate." His eyes staring at my bloody leg. I sent him a grin and went my own way without another word. 
"We came from the left." I heard Niall calling after me. What would I do without friends that knew me as well as they did. I always felt like we were destined to run the gang together, all five of us.
I knew Zayn was perfectly capable of caring for himself, as was Louis. But I always worried, somewhere, that one of them wouldn't make it during a fight. That was a risk we were all willing to take, however. 
Focus. I couldn't let my mind drift off when there was still a chance of being killed. The soles of my shoes padded almost inaudibly on the floor as I made my way through the hallway. My ears perked when a sound entered them. A voice.