Forbidden

Chapter eighteen

Terror is latched in my features and I can't grasp the will to look away from the now dead guy.

He killed him. He just killed him, ended a life just like that, before my eyes and I'm frightened so much I can't look away from the haunting scenery in front of me. A future is erased.

"Oh my God." I whisper and take two steps slowly backwards, feeling as if I would faint any minute. I look up to him and gulp.

"No questions." he threatened me with a strict look. He walks to a table not far from us where he unloads the gun, I hadn't notice the mass of different guns on it, a light bulb at the middle of the ceiling that was hanging above that table was the only light in this corner where a lot of cars surrounded us.

My mind goes back to the last words of this dead man.

There's just so much that doesn't add up and when that man said that, it only urges the need in me to know, but I know he won't ever tell me... he doesn't want to. Zayn knew I heard what that man said, now I wanted to know what he meant but didn't dare ask anything, strikingly he loaded the gun again cocking it soon, a silent way to make me stay quiet, giving my a smug look when he succeeded.

Soon he was beginning to order people around that had came back.

"Get rid of his body." he coldly said. His voice has no trace of remorse, not even glancing towards the body anymore. The workers are quick to comply.

"Olivia?" he asked again, better said shouted because he tried to get my attention for a few minutes but all I heard was my heartbeat with that shot that left an impact on my ear drums. Flinching, I still can't find my voice and snap my eyes from the pool of blood before my feet.

"Don't stay there like a tree. Come here." he grumbled when he knew that I was scared. My heart is taking rapid skips as I ventured to him, trembling in fear, my breath had turned to quick pants.

"Why did you bring me here and made me see that?" I meekly ask. One could hear how scared I was. He didn't answer me, not looking at me. "Look at me and tell me." I snap all of a sudden with new found strength.

Of course he hates when I try to stand up for myself. He looked at me with narrowed eyes I predicted that he wants to touch me but before he could grab my arm I dodge it and stay safe a few feets away.

"Does this make you feel powerful? Make me look at that so I become like you? An insane asshole." I said touching my forehead, my other hand on my waist looking down.

"It's more safe for you to be by my side." he answered, and I'm surprised that he isn't screaming or threatening me. Instead I hear him sigh while my eyes went wide gazing at him. "You think you have it bad with me. But trust me if you were to fall in the wrong hands, the things that could happen to you would make you wish you were dead." he explained calmly while still fumbling with the gun, eyes low in distraction, he's concentrating to play with his guns.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't- "

"Yeah, right. Then why did you came close to me that night in my club? You stayed seated beside me then helped me." his voice rough but melted like chocolate when he said that. So that's how it sounds when he talks with emotion in it, I notice this because it's the second time he used it.

His gaze is already on me, ignoring the bullets in his hand that he was up until then inspecting closely. The light provided from the bulb above the table was enough to make out how bright the brown of his eyes were.

But I don't answer looking around and surveying the place, metal walls, cement on the ground, shrilly noises were in this garage, admitting defeat because he got me there. I mean I could say I returned the favor when he saved me, but there was no logical reason why I had stayed next to him that night. At that time I thought I only wanted to know he was right but I knew he was so I can't explain it myself either.