Dirty Work

Chapter 4

The fresh air always gave me a sense of ease. It effortlessly calms my mind. I think that's why I drive around all the time. Speeding down the road with the windows down is one of the best feelings. The air just fills your lungs like a drug and releases all your built up stress and worries. And in my case that was a lot.

I have been going on a lot of drives lately. It has been two days since Zayn told me about all that West side gang shit, so it has been exactly a week now since I walked in on those guys at the club.

I have been thinking a lot about what Zayn told me. This really took a tole on my friendship with him. I can't just take him out of my life. Zayn is one of the main reasons I even have a life. He gave me a place to live when I was on the streets. I can't just stab him in the back and turn away.

It's not the drug dealing part that worries me. In fact, that was almost expected. Zayn and I aren't the cleanest of people when it comes to drugs. We are the complete opposite. We like to have fun and drugs help aid that fun to its full potential.

And to be completely honest, the weapon dealing doesn't really bother me either. I have never really come in contact with weapons a lot in my time but it doesn't stress me out that Zayn helps out with that shit. The real reason I got so stressed was the reason Zayn and his "friends" supply weapons for those gangs. It's so weird to even think about, that my best friend is in a gang. Well I shouldn't say that. He made it very clear that he isn't in a gang, but helps supply the gangs on the West side with necessities.

I couldn't help but freeze up when he told me some of the gangs murder people. I know there is a lot of gang violence that goes on around where we live but I never really thought it got deadly. I would never have guessed Zayn would be caught up in something so serious.

I'm also confused on why Niall came to my work that one day. He said he wanted to talk but the only information that I was informed about was that Zayn had a secret side job that I didn't know about and that I needed to talk to him about it. Why did Niall even care that I know about their gang relations? If anything, wouldn't he want me to stay out of it? What if I went to the cops. I never would, but he doesn't know me. For all he's aware of, I could have gone straight to the police the second I knew about the illegal shit they were doing.

But the more I thought about what Zayn told me, and kept flashing back to the night at the club, I couldn't help but be more intrigued then scared. I feel like most of my worries have been replaced by interest. The fact that they could get caught any second doing the stuff they do seems so thrilling. I can only imagine the excitement it brings them.

I wanted to go back to the club and sit in on a conversation between all of them, but I know Zayn would never allow it. He doesn't want me anywhere near this stuff. He thinks it's to dangerous. Has he ever met me? He should know by now that this stuff is like a magnet and it keeps pulling me in the more I know.

I remember someone saying they had another meeting tonight at Eclipse again. I want to go, but I don't want Zayn to get mad at me for invading on him. The last thing I want is for Zayn and I to get in an argument over something he has been keeping from me since the day we met, but I just had to know more. I couldn't settle only knowing the bare minimum of their secret life's. I wanted to get every last little detail until I was fulfilled.

It wouldn't hurt to ask Zayn if I could sit in on their conversation tonight. Niall wouldn't have come to my work if he didn't want me to know about them either, so maybe it was a hint?

My thoughts were rolling through my head as I was zooming down the streets of L.A.. I had to pick up Zayn from work today since his car is at the shop. I don't mind though. Driving helps me think.