💎 Z A Y N 💎

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'Now or never' - SF9

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Rain fell unrelentingly on Zayn as he weaved his way through the pedestrians dispersed on the pavement. Rafael had informed him about the change of location - apparently someone had ratted them out so in a hurry they legged it to one of the most obvious places for illicit activities - an abandoned warehouse. It was located in Hayes, in the midst of the industrial area.

This time he wasn't going for fun, but to end things. To cut off any ties he had. He felt unsure now - it would seem highly suspicious to suddenly leave after someone tipping them off. But he'd already set off when he'd received the text telling him about the change of location.

And he was also dressed in the part. He was in black trackies, trainers, cap, gloves and a fleece muffler to try and hide his face without being too obvious. He wore a navy hoody so Rafe could recognise him amongst everyone. He had his vape in possession too - he was going to dispose of it. Returning it for money could mean someone could ship it to the police anonymously.

And lastly, an eleven inch shank. He must've been high when he got this from one of the guys - what the fuck would he do with it? He wasn't a roadman wondering around shanking anyone they deemed their opps. He felt wary of even holding it - if he was caught on the way, he could kiss his freedom goodbye. A minor in possession of vape, drugs in his system, suspicious contacts on his phone and lastly his weapon - he hated even thinking about the outcome.

Stop it. We are going to make things right. We had to start somewhere. Stop thinking of all the worst possibilities, he reassured himself.

He turned into a side street and ran down as fast as he could - he had checked the weather beforehand but London weather is so bipolar - it had been rather sunny before this. The side street lead to a T junction and he turned left before heading into an alleyway for a shortcut, at last leading him a row of dusty warehouses. One of them had a maroon bandana wrapped around the handle on the door, so he immediately knew which one they'd chosen to shack in.

This time when he knocked, he didn't use the code. The first hint to let them know that he wasn't a part of them anymore. The door didn't open immediately. A moment later Rafe opened the door, all geared up. He didn't question Zayn, just held the door more open for him.

"I suppose I should've seen this coming. With you bringing the chic and all. You're pulling out," commenter Rafael after staring at Zayn for a beat.

Zayn just nodded, waiting for Rafe to lead the way. Rafael took the hint and motioned Zayn to walk alongside him.

"Some are not going to make it easy for you. They don't trust you and want to compete with you. While some think we're better off without an incompetent teenager, in their words. But you chose a shitty timing - they gon think you were the rat. But I suppose thas rather stupid - why'd you come back, you could get caught if you were the mole?" Rafe sent him a sideways look after the last sentence.

"Rafael, it wasn't me -"

"Sé que no fuiste tú - I did not accuse you. But you anticipated it, didn't you?" Rafe interrupted. (I know it wasn't you).

"Since I beat Jaxon, yes. His little kuttis can't stand their boss, whom they had so much faith in, to have lost so easily to someone almost half his age. Pathetic." (Bitches)

"I know. Patético. I shouldn't have let them coños in. God it pisses me off -" he broke off swearing rapidly under his breath in Spanish. (Pathetic), (Pussies).