Forbidden

Chapter twenty-two

Taking a deep breath in front of the mirror I look down my tux. This wasn't how I usually dressed but I was sick of the dresses. The clothes were Alice's and she offered me them so I gladly took them. We had talked some more and when I had asked her how she was dragged into this gang she said she wasn't allowed to tell me.

Sighing I gave myself another look in the mirror.

The dress pants came up to my belly button, the blazer had only two buttons and the v cut was very deep showing my cleavage, so I didn't need to put a bra on.

After we had spent the night at Alice's, because honestly to me it looked like she is maintaining that house even decorated it so I will call it hers, we left in the early morning. She had tried to convince Zayn to let me go shopping with her one day and what did he do? He snapped, grabbing my elbow and then we left.

Inside the car he had said he will buy everything I needed and I didn't say anything in return. And he really did, I had to stay inside the locked car until he came back with more lady products, and clothes.

Now, a few days later, I was preparing myself to make dinner for a bunch of criminals. My hair in a updo hairstyle.

While I'm putting some make up on I try to comprehend why Alice had told me Zayn cares. Because he doesn't, this is just some sick game to him more so when he one minute acts kind, being gentle then swaps to anger and tries to dictate me. And I'm still trying to come up with a reason why he wants me here. The incentive to why I was allowed to talk with Alice in the first place was that Zayn tried to get Alice change my mind so I'll listen to him. As if I hadn't listened to him until now from fear.

Whenever he entered the same room as I, I casually walked away and was relieved when he didn't touch me or make me stay in the same place as him. Unfortunately he still made me sleep in the same bed with him.

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Once we arrive in the club where a lot guards with heavy weapons were in position to protect the dangerous drug lords inside if needed, Zayn immediately leaves and makes me prepare dinner. He shows some mercy by letting Niall help me.

Zayn was all the time busy taking phone calls so I hadn't seem him all day besides the awkward car ride in which he avoided talking to me and didn't even look at me. The car ride had been approximately two hours long so I knew his house is still located in London, I couldn't find a way to escape though unless I walk or run but the last time I tried it went down hill.

Now Niall and I were making rice with chicken for fifteen people and for desert I go with a simple chocolate and strawberry cake.

I'm not allotted to serve them nor was I permitted to take part in this dinner. As if I would feel jubilant to participate with drug dealers.

"What's with your eyebrows?" I asked the blond guy and he smirked. They were weird and had some cuts in them but not scar cuts. If that makes sense.

To me it looked like he was way too normal to be in this gang even if he didn't talk with me that much. I guess Zayn must have told him not to speak with me.

"This happened during an experiment with an acid bomb." he excitedly told me, with bright blue eyes, in a light Irish accent mixed with another but I couldn't pinpoint which one. I burst out laughing, he did too. "But they've grown back." he said then offended. I nodded my head smiling.

Then he proceeds on serving food, while Louis helps him. When Niall's back we both sit on a table and eat some cake that was left. But not two minutes later, "Niall." Harry calls then he disappears with him.

The place I had to cook wasn't a kitchen, more like a basement turned into a improvised kitchen, which makes me think about just how many supposed to be dinners Zayn had made here? Luckily this place had small windows so I wasn't scared and the bright lights of the bulbs were doing their job.