TRYST | H.S

004

AUGUST 2019 // RURAL NEW YORK

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I pack my clothes into my suitcases, while my mom lectures me and makes sure I know exactly what I'm supposed to be doing this summer on the tour. I know that I have to gain the trust of the mafia leader's kid and then kill him and his buddies.

Zayn has been preparing me for this mission forever. I am one-hundred-percent ready for this mission. A group of fuckin' intitled little daddy boys in their early twenties isn't gonna scare me.

I leave for this tour in a week or so. Now I'm getting together the final things I need before I leave for California. The first tour stop is in Los Angelos, aka the home of the west coast mafia. This is either going to be incredibly easy since it's the first tour date or incredibly hard since it's the first tour date.

Im lucky that this is going to prove that I'm strong enough to lead the mafia, and that it will helo boost my singing career. Even though after this tour I'm going to be forced to give it up and help lead the mafia.

If I do end up leading the mafia and not dying on this mission, I will be the first woman to lead. I am the firstborn of my father, and the first, firstborn that was born female. So I guess it is important for me to lead, just not for myself but for all of the women that have been roped into this lifestyle.

I have enough clothes packed for when I'm not on stage, apparently, there is going to be a stylist on the road with us all, and has picked out outfits for everyone's performances based on our own style. There will also be makeup and hairstylists with us on the road, just to make sure we all look perfect.

After I'm done packing, my father wants me to have my final training session before i leave. he says he wants me to relax and mentally prepare for my remaining time in new york before i leave. 

I shove pairs of jeans and sweatpants into the suitcase, praying I have enough room for everything. I share a tour bus with the stylists and some of the women on the tech crew. So I don't wanna take up to much space. 

"Wow with the clothes you're packing you're surely trying to empress somebody in your off time." my mother says in a sarcastic voice, I roll my eyes at the ground. "can you please get out of my door frame so I can get ready for training?" I ask her while I stand up. 

She nods and walks away, I sigh and close my door. I walk to my closet and pick out a pair of biker shorts and a cropped tank top, that's what I normally wear for training sense it's easy to move in. I put on my belt, it has holsters for the weapons I need for training. I fill the hostlers once I get to the training facility. 

I brush my hair and pull it up into a ponytail. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. The only thing I'm going to struggle with on this mission is being around guys my age. I've rarely been around, well, anyone my age. Especially guys my age who have been through the same training as me. 

They have the same amount of power as me, maybe more. One wrong move and they might kill me. I can fight back and can win that fight, but it will be hard since I am going to always be outnumbered. 

I grab my backpack and go downstairs, I go to the kitchen and fill up my water bottle. "Juliette, Zayn is here to pick you up." my mother calls from the front door. I say bye to her as I walk out the door and get into the front seat of the range rover Zayn was in. 

"Last training..." Zayn sighs and breaths out, he's practically seen me grow up. He's always been a father figure to me since my father was off doing god knows what. "Yeah" I buckle my seat belt. 

He drives out of the property and onto the road, "I'm, uh, proud of you." Zayn says and coughs into his hand. A small smile comes onto my face, no one has ever said something like that to me. The only thing I've been told growing up was criticism, and the rare time I got that, a very, very small amount of ingenuine praise, I cherished it. 

I could tell that Zayn meant that. I could hear the sincerity in his voice. That just makes this all the more special. I get teary-eyed, "Thank you." I say and attempt to wipe away the tears that had formed in my eyes. 

Zayn turns up the radio and nods towards me, it's his way of saying 'your welcome' he never says those words or 'thank you' out loud. I don't know why, I've never asked, I don't wanna be intrusive.

He has a lot of mysteries to him. I still have no clue how he and my father are best friends. My father, a cold-blooded man who has no remorse for anything and only cares about sex and drugs. Zayn, on the other hand, is quiet and keeps to himself, he doesn't flaunt everything around as my father does, he's intimidating yet loving. I don't know, other people could view them differently, but as someone who grew up around them, that's my perspective. 

We arrive at the training facility and make our way to the training area, I set my bag in my locker and then fill up my belt with what Zayn says I'll need for today. I loaded it up with a jerico 941, 3 kunai knives, and I put 3 small bags of tic tacs in my belt. The tic tacs are for when I have to practice drugging people. If they are onto me, I may need to drug and kill them some way. 

We begin with physical combat, ever since I found out about this mission I have been training with men around the size of the boys I have to take down, and I have learned how to take them down. 

After I hurt them all several times, we move on to psychological training in a different area. I do lie detector tests, and pass them while lying. I learn manipulation techniques and ways to make my story believable. I learn how to ruin someone's life, and know exactly what to do in any given situation. I have even learned how to tell what people are about to do and or say based on their social cues. 

My last training for the day was learning how to drug people and how to tie them and what to do with them if you are holding them hostage. I've learned basically what to do in any situation that happens with these boys. I'm always going to be 3 steps ahead of them. 

Once my training is finished I quickly am taken to my father's office, he's sitting at his desk, whisky in hand reading over a document on his desk. He looks up as he hears us enter the room. I sit in one of the chairs in front of the desk and say, "Hello father." while crossing my arms. 

I hate meeting with him. He always, makes things so serious. I have never experienced a moment of light-heartedness or love with him. I despise him. I gave up on trying to love him at age 10. 

"Hello Juliette, I see your last training went well. You are now fully prepared for the mission. Im giving you the rest of the time until you leave to mentally prepare. I need you to be in a good mental state before you leave. The day before you leave I will have a mental evaluation done on you, just as a precaution."  He says, looking up at me from the documents on his desk. 

I nod and say, "Okay, well I'm fine mentally. I' doing this mission. I didn't go through all these trainings for nothing." rolling my eyes. I cross my arms over my bare stomach and sit back in the chair. 

My father picks up a cigar from his desk and lights it, "Don't roll your eyes at me, I don't give a fuck about your 'teenage angst' I am still your father and superior. If you don't pass the mental health test or something happens, we have a backup plan." 

I sit up and place my hands on my knees, "backup plan?" I question. My father laughs, "You didn't think I would have a backup? Do you think I'm a newbie? I'm 12 steps ahead of everyone, all the time. It was just a precaution." sitting back in his chair. 

I hum and stand up, "I can tell you don't believe in me." I laugh a bit. "I better go, I'll see you before I leave for tour." I walk out of his office and push past all the security.

I hate him. I always have. I fucking hate him. I want to see him and everything he made fall. I just need to figure out how I'm going to do that. 

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this chapter is dedicated to my crush, thank you to him for distracting me the entire time while I tried to write this on facetime.

update// him and I have been together for over a month, shows how long its taken me to write this chapter lmao

DOUBLE UPDATE// LMAO OUR 2 MONTHS JUST HAPPENED IM SORRY I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK

                                    ( he knows about my writing and fully supports it

                                                                     as its a creative outlet for me and helps my mental health )