"Dutchez, Duuutceeez" I chimed silently, until I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning to strike before I could stop myself, I noticed familiar warm brown eyes. It was Zayn, before the impact took place he lightly dropped and dodged my swing. "Easy there darlin'" the said lowering my arm. "What are you doing here!" I whisper shouted. "I live Dutch too, not as much as you do, but I love her. I knew you would sneak out and, well, just sayin I look more intimidating than you, no matter how biker you dress." He explained, motioning to my outfit at the at the end, which was a skull tank top, denim vest, leather boots, black jeans and ponytail. "Okay but be quiet the guy that attacked me is right there on that bench, asleep. I think he's the one that took my baby I'm gunna look for her you watch my back no doubt their armed." I said begging to search for her. Then, all of a sudden, a loud whimper cut through the silent night like a blade. Instantly identifying it as Dutch I ran to the source. Turning down an ally I saw Dutchez but then turned when I heard steps. Two large men blocked the exit. "ZAYN!!" I screamed for help as I ran towards the men. And gave the first a kick to the face and the second a punch to the... Ya know, boy fruits. Then Zayn came and tapped the one still standing on the shoulder. As he turned I kicked him in the neck, and down he went. "Get Dutch and lets go." Zayn told me, grabbing my again broken baby I out her In Zayns arms "take her home and take care of her I have something I need to do." I told Zayn as I spat at the ground. He realized what I was doing and agreed. Going over to 'Jim' I see he has a pistol before I wake him up I grab it, then violently kick him in the head. "Wakey wakey bastard" I say cold and flatly. 'Hmm?' He mummers and turns. "I SAID UP!" I scream causing him to open his eyes and see me with a gun to his face. He reaches for this gun which just so happens to be in my hand, but he doesn't know that. "Wa- what do you want?" He asks nervously. "Get up, let's go" I say keeping the gun in his face. As be stands I zip tie his wrist (I came prepared). The. Give him a round house kick to the lungs and hear a loud crack. He was on the ground trying to catch his breath. "Up" and as I said, he got up "walk" and slowly he began to walk "FASTER!" I shouted In rage, when he didn't go any faster I reminded of the weapon by firing three rounds in the air. And it did the trick. "Where are we going?" He asked. "Police office, last time I was there I saw you face in the wall, thought you'd like to pay a visit" I said as we walked to the police station and all I did was through the gun in some bushes and walk In "you guys might want this" I said loudly and hatefully throwing him on the floor cops run over and focus on hand cuffing him as I walk out. Goin home to my again beatin Dutchez.

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