Zayn Malik, leader of a gang that works with the mafia.
Mila West, a regular girl that is at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Violence
Drugs
Mature content
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@ebenze._ at instagram as Benny (Benjamin) Withlock ( This person is not gay IRL. He just fits the character in my story so not to disrespect this person. It just fits the character I have a visioned about) I'm also ill so I thought I would post this chapter early and I like how it turned out. Hope you enjoy xx
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I slept with Zayn, again.
I couldn't contain myself and his present was just too hard to avoid. Everything about him made it hard to contain my addiction. Just out of one touch, I couldn't help but have another taste. And I must admit for the first time.
Sex was better when you are sober.
"Mila, darling, table four is ready for order."
I snap out of my thoughts as I look over at Darbie who was smiling warmly at me. "Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I'll take it," I smile with an apology before I grab a notebook and went over to table four in the corner of the diner.
I took their order before I went over to Chuck and gave him the order. "Be right up, miss," he told me and I chuckled.
"Stop calling me that!" He looked at me over his shoulder with a smirk as he started with a sandwich.
"Nope. It's fun to see you worked up," he chuckled as he went back to it and I groan in frustration. "Fuck you, Chuck," I smirked.
"Don't take your hand through your hair like last time you made a sandwich," I teased and he laughed. "Mustard swirls didn't look so good."
He flipped me over and I laughed as I walked back into the main diner so he could finish his sandwich. Benny and Chuck were the two people I really like. It's a good thing to have a person to talk to at work and someone outside of work as well. Chuck is also a really funny guy and doesn't take anything seriously.
The rest of my shift at the diner went by quickly. Darbie left an hour before my shift was done and Chuck was also done before me, so I was closing up the store. As I cleaned up the last table I went over to the backroom to check that everything was okay.
"Let's see now," I mumbled to myself as I clicked on the computer to register that everything was okay. A pling sound came from the computer and I saw a mail came up and I thought it maybe was from the new baking machine we had ordered for the diner.
Mold
The first amount of the deal has been sent to the boss. We need confirmation of the transition to be fixed. The warehouse at 5th street needs to be checked up, there has been an issue with the cocaine shipping. Let Z check on that as soon as possible or there will be consequences for all of you. The Big Man doesn't like the wait. Remember; there will be consequences.
We watch your every move.
Q
What the fuck is this? This must be a joke or something, who the fuck is Mold? No one here is called mold. I quickly picked up my phone to take a picture before I deleted the message. Probably some kids that was just putting on a prank.
