Zayn.
"Give me a look at your wrist." I scowl as Elisa continues to whimper and moan about it.
"How long are you going to keep her here Zayn?! You need to take her back to the basements." Elisa scolds.
Her wrists are perfectly fine. As usual, she's making a big deal out of nothing.
"She can't go back there. She's been in the basements before. Do you know how good her senses are since she's been here? That smell is already familiar to her. She'll know where she is and escape. Don't underestimate her." I warn as I release her wrist.
Elisa continues to rub it affectionately.
"You're fine." I roll my eyes as she scowls at me.
"She's strong." Elisa murmurs dispiritedly.
"She's lost weight because she hasn't been eating. Did you even check on her while I was gone?!"
"What, so now you want me to look after your slave?!" Elisa raises an eyebrow.
I pierce my lips together.
"We're in this together."
"I want my cousin back as much as you do, But I told you not to bring her to my home. What if my husband finds her there when he gets back?!" Elisa continues to complain. "And that other girl needs to leave."
I sigh annoyed. "We'll be gone by then. She's already showing signs."
Elisa slowly nods. "And what about the blonde one?!"
Taylor. I roll my eyes.
"She's bait." I shrug.
"Bait for what?!" Elisa questions. "You told me there was only one person involved and now you've got another girl and another intern from the enterprises. Blake."
I pierce my lips together. "I've got everything under control."
"You better!" She stabs my chest with her index finger and I slap it away before continuing passed the room Alissa's in.
As usual, she's crying and I shake my head annoyed before walking out towards where Taylor is.
Little does Alissa know, Taylor is in the next room.
I open the door to her room and Taylor scowls.
"Get up!"
"Fuck you!" She scolds, continuing to throw that fucking pillow at me.
I pick it up off the ground and throw it back at her.
"Come here!" I say sternly.
She folds her arms and walks towards me, eyes darkening in anger.
I grab her hair and she yelps as I drag her towards the kitchen.
She squeezes onto my hand and digs her nail into my skin causing me to shove her against the wall.
"Fuck you!" She scowls.
"You want to live?! Do as I say!" I warn.
"Where's Alissa?!" She spits as I continue to drag her towards the kitchen. "Let me go!" She whines.
I push her into the kitchen and she drops to her knees as I stand over her.
"You're on deliveries. If you ever try to speak to Alissa at all, I'll kill you right in front of her." I gaze down at her, my fists clenching as she tries to hide the fear on her face.
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Malik - Z.M (Book 1, Malik Series)
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