kidnapped by love, forever Young- Zarry

Chapter 2

Dedicated to Pink2202 because she's been begging for me to update and she cares about this book
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Zayn's POV

I walk into the office building of where Simon works with my knife and gun hidden on my waistband just in case.

I walk to the elevator going up to the 5th floor and I check in with the receptionist.

"Zayn...Zayn malik, aka zed the dangerous" I look at her biting my lip as she blushes and nods.

"Simon may see you now" I nod winking at her as I open the door to his office walking over to the chair and sitting down. "You wanted to see me?" I ask looking across the desk at the man who stares at me with his dark eyes.

"Yes...you and Niall have came a long way from when I found you two barley surviving on the street and from then to now you have gotten really good at killing" he pauses waiting for me to respond which I answer with a short nod. "You have trained really well to get to the point of finding and killing the most unnoticed dangerous men in the town" he stands up slightly as he slowly pushes a orange envelope form across the table.

I look down at the form in slightly confusion as I look back at him. "The mans name is Des, he's is known to be selling drugs all over the world that harms people from the inside out, I expect you to get the job done by tonight" he speaks out in a low voice making sure that nobody hears expect me and him.

"I won't let you down sir, he will die" and that's all I needed to say before standing up, grabbing the envelope, and walking out of his office and the building.

Later that evening

"What the fuck? That's so not fair! I've been training for 6 years!" Niall shouted dramatically after figuring out that I got a higher assignment than him.

I sigh out running my finger through my quiff as I try and read over the document the boss gave me. "Niall I've been training for 7 years, remember you quit for a year when you hit 20 but then you came back dumbass" I groan lightly.

"I-well...yo-" he stumbles over his words and sighs in defeat. "Okay fine whatever just go kill him already"

I roll my eyes groaning as I ignore him and I try and read the information about him.

Des Styles, age: 47, married to Anne Styles, one child name: Gemma styles. Des Style started out as a neighborhood drug dealer, he sold drugs to many men and children along the streets, after a few years his business progressed and started selling all over the world. What people didn't know is that his drugs had toxic waste in it that could destroy someone's body, killing them under 14 hours, many many children have tried this drung and all over the globe children have been found dead in their rooms or on the streets with blood pouring through their eyes and form out their mout-

I instantly stop reading as I start to feel sick to my stomach, how could someone do this to kids? He definitely needed to suffer.

I instantly get ready, dressing into black skinny jeans and a black tee-shirt, along with thick black boots. I go to the bathroom looking in the mirror as I grab my brush and I get to work, I brush my quiff over and over until it starts to get fluffy then I grab my spray bottle and I spray my hair getting it wet and then I quickly use my hair gel and I gel it down making it stay down as I walk out grabbing my black beanie and I put it over my hair and I smile.

"Looking sexy Malik" I grin in the mirror and I slide my phone in my pocket grabbing my knife and silencer gun.

That night

I slowly creep up to the back of the styles house as I see no lights on so I quietly take out my safety tool I use to unlock doors and I quickly swipe the tool through the door unlocking it.

I smirk quietly chuckling as I slowly open the door walking in taking ever do slow steps into the quiet hall, I hear the faint noise of the TV playing making me slightly frown as I step slowly to the living room seeing Mr. Styles wife, um...Anne, yeah.

I quietly sigh pull up my shirt reveling my belt strap with my weapons attached and I take out my silencer gun and I walk over behind her and I tsk.

"Oh dear" I say making her snap her head back at me with wide eyes as she sees the gun. "And you were really pretty for a women your age" I shrug holding the gun to her forehead and before she let's out a slight scream I pull the trigger shooting her through her head watching the blood splatter everywhere behind her.

I just love this sight, its like music to my ears when they scream and when they die its like seeing angels sing....beautiful.

"Honey? Why did you scr-" he voice behind me stopped as I quickly turn seeing the one and only man of the hour, bingo.

He gasps quickly turning around starting to run towards the gun that's resting on the top shelf but I drop my gun quickly running over to him and I grab him by the back of the hair pulling his head back as I take out my knife and I quickly slide it across his neck watching it instantly cut open hearing him choke for breath but nothing comes as I whisper in his ear.

"You only live once...but for you...its already ended" and he shuts his eyes dying as he falls to the floor, I chuckle looking down at him.

You know I'm really good at this than I though, I mean if I could shake my own hand I would and I would say, congratulations you sexy motherfuc-

"Dada?" I hear a tiny little faint noise behind me and I freeze.

What the fuck? Who's in the house? They only have one kid and she moved out.

I breath slowly as I turn around instantly met with big green eyes belonging to a small tiny young curly haired boy in kitten Pajama's holding a tiny brown bear.

"Where's daddy?" He speaks out staring up at me not aware that his father is laying right behind me with a slit throat.

Shit