The End Results

LIAM

"Dad! You can't be fucking serious!" I slammed the palm of my hand on his desk.

"I know I said it wouldn't come to this but we're running out of time and I was also running low on patients son." I look at him for a good minute before I let out a dry sarcastic laugh. I can literally feel my blood boiling considering how angry I am.

"Either you let her go or I will, she has nothing to do with this! Don't fucking drag her into this! I already told you she doesn't know a thing, how in the world will she know where the damn box is!"

I had absolutely no idea my father was going to take matters into his own hands and have two of his men kidnap Layla. This is fucking ridiculous!

Yes, I was involved in trying to get her into telling me where this oh so famous box was but believe me, I wasn't always two facing her.

In the beginning of our friendship I was actually interested in being her friend and wanting to know more about her. Until one day we both went to my house for a chill day but I had no idea my father would be home. But being the polite son that I was, still introduced them to each other. I saw the look my father gave Layla but I chose to ignore it till she had finally left. I confronted him about it and he told me that was the girl he's been trying to get a hold of and told me about all this other shit that just blew my mind.

All in all he convinced me into helping him on finding this box he wants so badly. I made him promise that if I did help he'd never lay a hand on her or take matters into his own hands to which he kept, till now.

"If you do that, you know what'll happen to you Liam." He looks at me sternly. I look down at my lap as I clench my jaw.

"You promised." I could barely get out. I've been yelling for what felt like forever resulting in my throat hurting.

Something that is so sickening too is the fact that he is a cop. He's the one "helping" Layla's family find her. But in reality he's doing everything he can to send them in the wrong direction.

Blake Walker is an evil man. It's safe to say I am ashamed to be his son, even though I participate in his sick games.

"Yes, But that was years ago. Just be happy I haven't ordered Gabriel to kill her." He stands up from his seat as a signal that he was done with this conversation.

"Her lying step father would just have to find the box for us, if I do."

"Don't think I won't jump in front of that bullet if you do." I respond with no regret or hesitation.

"And not only would you have murdered your wife and daughter, but also your son, the only family you have left." I say as cold as I could.

The subject of my mother and sister is a very sensitive subject to him. He claimed he didn't murder them but I know he did, I was there, hiding in the closet right were my mom put me to hide me from him when he came home drunk one day. I was just a child.

"Do not bring that up Liam!"He shouted at the top of his lungs. "I'll bring up whatever the fu-" I was then suddenly interrupted by a loud high pitched scream. I immediately knew who's scream that was, causing me to stand up from my seat in panic.

LAYLA

As I'm sitting here in this dark empty room the thoughts I've tried so hard to push away, pushed their way back into my head.

You're dead meat.

You're never going to make it out of here.