GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

sixty-eighth✅

chapter 68: Back to the Carrera

   Days slowly passed, and they all ended the way they started. They took turns at the surveillance post, ate in their suite, reread the plan, and so on.
Zayn was eating with Alyssa in the living room of the suite.
'Zayn?' Aly called him between two sips of wine.
'Mmh?'
'How well do you know Anna?' she asked.
'I don't fucking know her, Alyssa! why would I?'
'Wow. Take a breath, bro.' she said, surprised by his sudden jump at her throat.
'Why on earth would you fucking ask me questions about her?'
'Wow. I wondered if you had a chance to work with her while you were undercover... I wasn't accusing you of anything wrong. You really need to sleep, or smoke or whatever?'
'Oh...' he said more calmly this time. 'I'm sorry I didn't understand things that way...'
'Well, damn, the way you're reacting, I think I should be worried.' She laughed.
'Anna is a mother fucking genius.' he ignored her. 'She really is one of the most clever agents I ever worked with.'
'She hides it quite well...' Alyssa chuckled.
'I know that. But the most important thing to know about Anna is that she never wanted to be here.'
'What? I thought this girl was a killing machine.' She laughed.
Zayn gave her a severe look as if she had made a blunder, said something offensive.
'You don't know her.' He coldly said.
'Neither do you.' Aly replied in the same tone. 'And let me remind you that I've often seen her, working, whispering things, having secret phone calls... So I know what she's capable of more than you'll ever do.'
'okay, okay lady-I-know-everything-better-than-anyone, let's imagine that anna Martinez is, as you say, a killing machine. So what are you going to do? Kill her? Add another number to the number of people you've taken away?' he clapped his hands with a wry smile.

'My God, look at you.' she breathed out, horrified. 'What happened to you.'
'Alyssa...' He sighed. 'I'm sorry. I went too far.'
'Yeah... You did.' She said, grabbing her shoes.
'Where are you fucking going?'
'Oh, I don't want to risk adding a number to the long list of people whose lives I have lost.'
'Aly, I didn't mean it!' he apologized again.
'You never do. But now I'm just tired to take on myself.'

The young blondie stepped out of the suite, purse in her hands. What happened to them? Why was Zayn's behavior totally different since the bunker period? Did he distance himself from her because he almost lost her?
She had no idea. And even all the questions she asked herself did not come close to the truth.
The young blonde walked towards the elevator, and the golden doors opened before her. She pressed the top floor button and climbed to the private, empty hotel rooftop;
She lit her cigarette, leaning on the glass railing while admiring the horizon offered to her.

Still lost in her thoughts, something sharp stuck in his shoulder. She turned quickly, cigarette in mouth and gun in hand.

Nothing.

She looked at the floor to see a yellow envelope with her name written on it.
'What the fuck?' she whispered, hiding her gun.
She opened the letter.

Alyssa Jonshon, or should I say, Alyssa Carrera.

Don't worry. None of my intentions are wrong; I just wanted to let you know that there is a way to find out more about your family... The great mystery of the Moretti Carrera, who wouldn't want to know more? The world expects a lot from you, Bambina. I'm not here just to tell you that we are all waiting for the return of the great Carrera Mafia, no. Just that your little aunt is no longer secure where she is... Then, your mama, Tesoro, is not as dead as you think. And one more thing... I'm right behind you.

'Wh...' she didn't have time to finish her sentence or turn around when she felt a giant hand sticking a handkerchief soaked in trichloromethane on her nose.

Everything became blurry, and she fell into the unknown man's arms.

After reflection, Zayn eventually decided to pursue Alyssa and behaved well just once.
'Where could she be?' He whispered.
'Hey! Hey, man?' Zayn called a maintenance worker on the other side of the corridor.
'May I help you?' the man falsy smiled.
Zayn ran up to him,
'Yeah, I've... Well, I'm looking for my girlfriend.'
'How am I suppose to help you?' He said, pushing his sheet cart a little further.
'She's blond, tiny, blue eyes. She was wearing a blue satin dress.'
the man turned livid for half a second and then smiled politely:
'Blondes with beautiful dresses are typical in the hotel, sir.'
'Please, she left the room not more than ten minutes ago. You must have seen her go by.'
'I'm sorry. I didn't. you will excuse me, but I still have a lot of room to prepare.' He said in a bad English accent.
'Coward...' Zayn thought before walking down the stairs.

Alyssa opened her eyes. She was sitting on a chair, with a tall man facing her.

'Who send you? If it's Douglas Evans, I am tired of repeating it: I do not know what the four blood ties are nor who's the missing child. So please, let me go before I escape again.'
'Relax, Aly! Wow, don't you recognize me?' The man said.
'What?'
'Beh, la vita a Las Vegas ti fa dimenticare le tue radici...'
(Well, life in Vegas makes you forget your roots...)

'Aureliano?' she surprisedly exclaimed.
'Si Bambina!' He clapped his hands
'You're... The letter was from you, right?
'Si, cugina...' he replied, sitting next to his beloved cousin.
'Aureliano, how did you know I was there in Milan? And why did you take me there?'
'You wouldn't have listened to me either way.
'Maybe I have my reasons!'
'We need to talk about something you'd like to know.'
'I don't think so.'
'You gotta listen Alyssa.' Someone behind her said.