Payne Twins

Ian and Liam were opposites. Liam had few tattoos and rarely wore leather, whilst Ian's body was lost in ink and piercings. Aside their differences, they depended on each other for everything.
But after Ian makes a horrible accident, Liam and Ian's whole relationship could end in tatters.
With their parents thought dead by the car crash, and Jarred taunting them, they find the help of perky Niall, and a reluctant Zayn.
Plan Kill Jarred is a go, and the four only have a limited time to save Ian and Liam's parents, and there own lives.


17. chapter 15: operation kill Jarr

Liam's POV

A sharp pain hit my side, making me gasp. I bolted upright, my elbow knocking into Ian's face.

"Ow!" Ian yelled, jerking awake. I heard Niall snicker, who probably kicked me. I brushed my fingertips over Ian's bruising eye.

"I'm sorry, Ian! Niall's being an asshole!" I reached back and punched Niall in the gut, making him double over.

"You motherfucker!" He groaned, holding his stomach painfully. I turned back to Ian, worry creasing my face.

"I'm sorry, Ian," I said again, sad id hit him. Ian flinched at my touch, licking his dry lips.

"It's fine, Li." Ian chuckled, "I'm had worse."

"Are you sure? It looks like I've given you a black eye!"

"I'm fine, Liam. Don't worry about it." Ian blinked a few times, widening his eyes to test the pain. He shook his head, sitting up.

I sighed. "I'm sorry, Ian."

"You apologize to much." Ian smiled, patting my shoulder. He stretched his limbs, arching his back. He licked his lips again, cracking his knuckles.

"Sorry." I muttered. Ian laughed, throwing his back. He kissed my forehead, running a hand through my messy hair.

He pulled me into a hug, and I dug my face into his neck. He was warm and cuddly, and I loved his hugs. He could fool others with his tough look, but he was nothing but a tattooed teddy bear.

"Awwwwwww!" Zayn cooed, stepping up behind us. "That's real cute, but we have revenge to plan."

Ian and I sighed, still holding each other. I wish I could hug him forever, just by his side always. I couldn't lose him again.

"Mmmm?" Ian hummed, closing his eyes and ignoring Zayn. He hugged me tighter, playing with my hair. I smiled, closing my eyes too.

"Jeez, talk about cheesy." Niall complained somewhere across the shop. We both ignored him, loving each other's company.

"But really? The plan?" Zayn asked, "You can't cuddle forever, Jarr could be killing your parents right now."

Ian and I frowned, all happiness fading. We finally pulled apart, still holding hands. Ian looked angry, while I was scared. Ian was always tougher then me.

"Right." Ian sighed, standing up and pulling me with him. Our legs were sore, haven lain around all day.

"Finally," Niall said, walking over with a bag. He set it down on a nearby table, and we all sat around the table.

"Okay, while you two were having twincest, we gathered some materials." Niall stated. Ian and I rolled are eyes at Niall.

"Some rope, handcuffs, lock picks, sunglasses and hoodies to hide our faces and body, ear pieces to communicate, Walkie talkies incase the earpieces get lost, and gloves." Niall finished, setting out each object as he talked.

We all nodded, deciding we'd need all these things. Now, the final step. Place.

"Zayn, did you find out where Jarr is?" Ian turned towards Zayn, who nodded.

"I couldn't find exactly where, but he's somewhere in Seattle, on 4th street. I'm pretty sure your parents are on that street, too." He answered, showing us his phone.

"Seattle? That's ages away!" Niall made a displeased place, and we all agreed with him. But if it meant revenge and getting our parents back, we would take it.

"So, we have everything. When so we leave?" I looked outside, still daylight. It was around 2 PM, according to my watch.

"In an hour. Your parents could be goners tomorrow, we need to move fast," Niall said, and we all nodded in agreement.

We stood up, our hearts racing. We packed up our things; guns, materials, clothes, phones, and everything else we found might be useful.

An hour later, we stood by the door, our eyes wide.

"Were really doing this, huh?" Ian whispered. We knew it was what had to happen. If not, our parents are dead and Jarr roams free.

"Here take, everyone take a pistol, just in case." Zayn handed us each one of the pistols, and we put them in our back pockets. Holsters would've been nice, but to late now.

"Ian and Liam can have to shotguns later, just to safe room and stuff." Zayn added, opening up the door slowly. We all stepped out into the daylight, at exactly 3:21 PM. Every second counted.

Zayn shut off the lights and locked the door, walking up to the shiny, sleek black car. It was the one I had stolen previously when I had met Zayn.

"Who's driving?" He asked, not really caring.

"Ian can drive, Just cause he seems like he always drives past the speed limit anyway." Niall threw him the keys, opening up the backseat door.

"What does that mean?" Ian asked, walking up to the drivers side door.

"I'm saying you're a rule breaker, Mr. Tattoos And Piercings." Niall joked, staring at Ian with an amused face.

"Whatever, Mr. I-get-drunk-and-dance-on-the-bar-and-sing-happy-birthday-to-nobody." Liam smirked. Niall glared at me, and i shrugged and smiled. I told Ian everything.

"Just drive already! The clocks ticking!" Zayn called from the backseat, reaching up and honking the horn.

Ian and I stepped into the car, our hearts beating painfully against our chests. All our nerves were dying, considering were going on a killing spree.

Ian started up the car, the familiar sound of the cars hum filling our ears. Ian gripped the steering wheel, swallowing nervously.

"Operation kill Jarr-" Niall started, pausing. The cars air was stiff and silent, the only sound I could hear was my brain pounding against my skull.

Ian backed out of the driveway, as realization hit us like a bullet to the chest.

"-starts now."

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