Dirty Work

Chapter 3

a/n: Thank you guys for reading my book. I hope you like it so far.
It is far from done;)).

The faint sound of buzzing was the only thing I've heard for the past 3 hours. I didn't think it would ever end.

It's been almost a week since I walked in on Zayn and his private little meeting with his "high school friends". I know he's lying. I can always tell. There's no way an old high school friend would pull out a gun.

I've been trying to get him to break all week long, but it doesn't seem like it's going to happen. He has been so suspicious about that night. Every time I bring it up, he either changes the subject or just flat out says he isn't going to talk about it.

It's starting to really get on my nerves. I hate when people keep secrets. It's one of my biggest pet peeves.

Zayn has been my best friend ever since I moved to L.A.. I lived with him for months until I could afford my own place. I've known everything about him and he knows everything about me. And now all of the sudden he's keeping secrets? It just doesn't sit right with me.

Zayn was off work today, so I had nobody to talk to while I'm tattooing my clients. I've been working on the same tattoo now for a couple of hours and it's coming a long pretty well. The guy I'm tattooing seems to have a lot of experience since he has barley flinched or made a noise. Pretty impressive.

The shop wasn't really busy today so I've been thinking a lot about last Friday. When I walked in the private room, Zayn didn't look good. He looked stressed as shit. Like something has been on his mind for a while that isn't really working out.

All the other guys seemed fine. Especially that blonde one. I think his name was Niall or something. He seemed like he was almost enjoying his time.

Mr. Curls on the other hand, not so much. He just looked mad. Like he had a permanent frown the whole time. Also not to mention he pulled out a fucking gun. Why the hell was Zayn hanging out with people who had fucking guns?!

The whole interaction just hurt my head. It just pisses me off that he won't talk about it. It's been driving me nuts just thinking about the shit he was doing that night.

I wonder if he always meets up with those same guys when he says he has shit to do. I don't think we have ever gone to a club where he doesn't have to do something for the first 20 minutes we are there. I'm gonna figure this shit out, because if I don't, I'm going to go crazy.

I heard the bell to the front door of the shop go off signaling that someone had just walked in.

"I'll be with you in a minute," I called out to whoever just came in. I was still busy working on the man I was tattooing.

"Hey there red," I here a familiar accent say. I immediately look up to see who it was.

"Niall?" I ask. Why the fuck was he at my work. How the fuck did he know where I worked. "Why are you here?" I ask him while trying to not seem so confused. I still have to focus on the tattoo I'm doing.

"Just thought I'd stop by. Never really got a chance to get to know Zayn's new friend," he responded. I never realized how thick of an accent he had. I think it was Irish or something. Why is Zayn friends with an Irish dude. I am so lost right now.