TRYST | H.S

003

AUGUST 2019 (PRESENT-DAY) // RURAL NEW YORK
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"JULIETTE WAKE UP." I hear, making me turn over and ignore the voice. "Wake the fuck up or I shoot your wall." I hear the voice say again, I groan "Mom would genuinely shoot you if you mess up the house" and push my face further into my pillow.

I hear a gun get loaded and I jump up, "Fucking hell, I'm going damn!" looking to see it was Zayn who now is laughing at how fast I jumped up.

"What the fuck Zayn?" I say, walking over to my closet and grabbing some actual clothes. "You have training, and then your father needs you to meet up with him. Get ready, I'll be with your mother." He chuckles, walking out of the room as if he wasn't gonna shoot my wall.

I groan and bang my head onto my closet door at the thought of having to speak to my father, I push my dread aside and open my closet door and pick out an outfit that I can easily move in for training.

I picked out a pair of simple black leggings and an old band shirt that I was gifted by my mother for Christmas.

I go into my bathroom and begin to shower and get ready for the day. Once I was done, I went downstairs and into the kitchen where I found my mother laughing, and her hand was placed upon Zayn's forearm.

I furrow my eyebrows, silently questioning why she was laughing and why her arm was placed on Zayn. I ignore all the questions in my mind and get a water bottle from the fridge and a granola bar from the cabinet and an apple from the bowl places upon the counter.

I sit at the table with Zayn and my mother and managed to make small talk with them about random things. After I was finished my breakfast Zayn and I headed out into the part of the property my father had reserved for training.

Zayn had me start with weapons practice, I hit every target perfectly like I always do. I mean I have been doing this shit since I was like thirteen, I don't even remember when I first started all this training shit. I do remember it all got way more intense after my father brutally murdered my boyfriend.

I can never forget that night. From the sound of the money hitting the ground, to the sound of Sam's screams and the gunshot. I cry myself to sleep thinking about that night a lot, not because I miss Sam or anything, but because I regret everything I did with Sam.

He took all of my firsts'. He used me. He would always ignore my feelings and try to use sex to make me feel better about it. At the time, I didn't even care, I was so caught up in the affection and attention I was getting from someone.

I guess the only possible good thing to come out of that entire time of my life was my father letting me perform at his speakeasy, which eventually leads to him allowing me to upload my songs online. A few of them blew up which makes me happy.

I snap back into reality when Zayn lunges at me, me ducking out of the way just in time. I throw a punch at him, hitting him in the stomach causing him to groan. I suppose we're doing man-to-man combat training right now.

After a few more hours of running through training drills with Zayn before he said we were done for the day and we headed back into the house. I showered and changed into more everyday clothes before meeting back up with Zayn.

He drove me to the compound where my father's office was located at. I walked past everyone in the office flipping people off as they ask me questions, Zayn followed behind me apologizing to people that I somehow had offended.

I banged on my father's office door, hoping I had startled him a bit. Zayn shakes his head and says "Why must you always get on your father's side before you even say a word to him?" making me just shrug in response.

My father opened his door, gesturing his hand for us to come in. I sit in one of the chairs that were set in front of his desk, as he sits in his fancy swivel chair. "Why am I here?" I ask blatantly, never amused by my fathers' attempts to show fake love to me just for him to let me down.

He never was an actual father to me, he only did 'fatherly duties' when he wanted something from me. Zayn was the only person in my life even close to a father figure for me.

"Nice to see you too darling." He said in a sarcastic tone, yet his smile was dripping with evil. I don't know how I see my father as evil for what he's done, but when he has me initiated as the new leader I will be the same as him. I hate that.

I wish that maybe one day I can escape this. Get away from the lies, fake love, drugs, blood, sex, everything. I want to meet someone who can love me for myself and not just want to marry into one of the highest status' in the mob.

I want a house in Italy, somewhere far in the country there. Have a garden and some animals. It would be a perfect place to have a family in my opinion.

"I have a very important mission for you. You will be the opening act for a band named Crying In California. The band is composed of the children of the main men of the west coast mafia. I need you to kill them by the end of the tour. It starts on the twenty-eighth of August and the last show is on Halloween, it's in New York. I would prefer if you kill them in New York, at least on the east coast so you don't immediately get killed by anyone in the west coast mafia. The main person you need to kill is the lead singer, his name is Harry. His father is the mob boss for the west coast. Also, you cannot let anyone know about me being your father." my father says before opening one of the drawers of his desk and taking out a hard drive.

He holds it out for me to take and says "This, is a hard drive. It has an entire backstory that you need to follow." I nod taking it. "Can I leave now, I think I have all the information I need for right now," I say, hoping he'll let me leave.

Being in the same room as him makes me want to rip my hair out. He nods and says "Yes you can leave." then starts filling out whatever paper he was working on before I went into the room. I nod and leave the room. Zayn says something to my father quickly before continuing to follow me out ton his car.

Zayn takes me back to my house, me ranting about how much I didn't want to do this whole killing the opposite mafia leader's son thing. Zayn just shakes his head and reminds me it's an opportunity to get away from this life for a bit and a chance to perform my music, which I agreed with.

Maybe this tour won't be bad after all...

accept for the minor detail that it ends in murder but I want to forget about that until it comes.

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A/N - my laptop broke randomly so this was written on my mom's laptop and my phone so I'm sorry if it seems bad lol