Sour Diesel // z.m

Chapter 6

A small chapter, the next one is going to be longer! xxx
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Zayn P.O.V

It has to be Vlad, it has to be. He was the only one in the mafia that knew what she looked like, besides her pathetic ex-boyfriend. But why would they kidnap her? What does she mean to them?

I quickly got out of the room and walk down the stairs, I need to find Louis. I picked up my phone and dialed his number, it takes a few rings before he answered. "Mate, what's up?" I heard him yawn.

"Mila is kidnapped."

"What do you mean kidnapped?" he asked confused and I heard some shuffling in the background and a little meow, his cat.

"I mean kidnapped like taken away. She is not in her room and sleeping like she should have!" I yelled back and he groaned. "Fucking calm down okay, we'll figure this out," he assured and I walk into the kitchen and huffed.

"I know, but what if something happened to her, what if sh- " I stopped in my tracks as I saw a brown-haired girl standing next to the stove, her hands moving around as she hummed to herself.

She noticed me coming in and she looked at me over her shoulder with a small smile on her lips. "Oh, hey Zayn." Mila. Fucking Mila.

"Louis, I found her," I muttered into the phone. "I'll talk to you later." I hang up on the phone and walked over to her. I grabbed her by the waist and turned her around, earning a gasp from her lips as I pushed her into the kitchen counter.

"What was that for?" she whined and looked into my eyes.

"You fucking scared me, Mila," I said and hold her firmly in place. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Scared you?" she mumbled and I nodded.

"I didn't find you in my room, I thought you were kidnapped again, "I sigh and she got a soft expression on her face.

"I'm sorry, I was just so hungry when I woke up and went downstairs to get some food," she apologized and I let out a breath in relief. "Don't scare me like that," I mumbled and placed my head into her warm neck, feeling her warm skin touching my own.

"I'm sorry," she repeated and placed her arms around me, scratching slightly on my neck. It felt good, so good. Being with her felt good, even though I haven't known her for that long I knew she meant something to me.

I am fucking whipped.

"You have to let me go so the pasta doesn't get overcooked," she giggled into my ear and I smirked. I placed a quick kiss onto her neck before she pulled away and got back to her pasta dish.

I watched her as she turned her back to me and continued with her food, humming to herself in the process.

"Do you want some?" she asked and I smiled slightly. "I'll get some plates," I answered and went over to one of the cabinets and got two plates.

I placed them on the counter next to her and I looked up, seeing the concentrated look on her face. She was stunning, so gorgeous.

She placed some pasta on our plate before she got some parmesan over the meal. We walked over to the dining table and sat next to each other. I placed my hand on her leg and gave it a little squeeze before I started eating the pasta.

But then, I started to think. Why were the guards knocked down? Maybe she went to the kitchen before they got in? They must have destroyed the alarm at some point. Maybe it was Brody's men that tried to find out where he was. What if they are in the house? We are not safe.

"Zayn."

I snapped out and looked at Mila as she said my name. "Are you okay? You seemed to be in deep thoughts," she said softly and tilted her head as she looked at me.