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❝Of all the races I've started, loving him is the one I never want to finish.❞
In this re-imagination of my most popular story, Arielle Hawthorne is an illegal street racer, just like Zayn Malik. Zayn's egotistical, flirty, and a major p...
"Do not fall in love with people like her. She will kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go to another without tasting her like blood in your mouth. She will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when she leaves, you will finally understand why storms are named after people." — Unknown
A/N:
how is everyone? hope y'all are well!!! as usual, i've missed each of you and writing!!! 🥺
make a guess as to what you think will happen in this chapter according to the title! 👀
bit of a long chapter! i'd love to hear y'all's thoughts so pls leave comments? 🥺🙏🏼
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Z A Y N
As I pull into the parking lot, I begin to second guess this decision. However, I'm aware of the fact that Ezra has cameras plastered all over the damn place and there's no way his people don't know that I'm here.
Where am I, you may ask? Ezra's compound.
After the robbery of my home, I'd made the decision—potentially moronic decision—that I needed to speak with Langley. He's the direct line to Ezra, considering I know he'll pass any messages along to the prison, and it's important that I fan out the flame of this problem before it becomes a raging inferno.
I don't want Ezra to think he can do whatever the fuck he wants to me without mind. That he can walk all over me, thinking I won't retaliate.
That, and I want my shit back. Especially the engagement ring. I spent a lot of time and money on it and the thought that they're going to torment the shit out of me about it has me incredibly uncomfortable. I believe they're going to attempt to use it as a threat—that they'll warn me that they'll tell Arielle about my plans to propose if I don't do something for them in return.
I shake the thoughts off, aware that the guards inside are likely observing me through the plethora of cameras. I don't want to appear too suspicious, so I put my car in park and turn it off.
I grab my phone, stuffing my keys into my pocket as I get out. I lock it, before slowly making my way up to the front of the building.
Stepping inside, I'm greeted by two new guards that I don't recognize. It doesn't surprise me, however, considering Ezra likely doesn't trust many of his lower tier goons after he was sent to prison. He probably fired or killed them all and replaced them with new ones who can't speak of his misdeeds because they haven't witnessed them.
