Sour Diesel // z.m

Chapter 19

Misspelling will be fixed later, enjoy chapter 19
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After Garrett escorted me to my room, I picked up my phone to call Zayn. I was still battling in my head of what side I'm on, if I'm on my grandfather's side or Zayn's side.

After I was in that machine, or whatever, my mind has been foggy. It's been twisted and turned and made me rethink the things I thought was right.

"Mila?" Zayn breaths into the phone when he answers on the second ring and I bite my lips slightly.

"Hey." I murmur into the phone. "Where are you?"

"Back at the house." He responds and I hear some shuffling in the background. "I saw you sent me the location, is this a fucking trap?" He asks with a more annoyed tone and I swallow as I sit down on the bed.

I should've known Zayn would ask that, he isn't stupid.

"No, I swear and Zayn I-I'm sorry for what I did, but you have to understand that I did what I had to do because I was under control. I was under a some type of manipulation. I didn't have control of my mind yet." I take a deep breath and it's silence for a second, I only hear his breath.

"Why did you shot Liam?"

I tried to open my mouth to answer that question, but I didn't know what to say. I was under control, I didn't know what I was doing.

"Just tell him that I'm sorry an-"

I closed my eyes when I realized he hang up and tears started to roll down. He didn't want to listen. Maybe he thought I was setting him up, that I was going to lure him in a trap.

I sniffle as I started to type him a text.

Me: Please. Believe me, I'm not trying to lure you in a trap. I don't know what my pa is planing. If you're not going to help me, I'm going to take him down myself

I hit send before I look around the room to find a place where I can hide it. Hiding it under the covers and pillows would be too easy, maybe hiding it by a lamp or something.

I curse slightly before I head into the bathroom, biting my lip as I look after a hiding spot. I could get caught if they found it in my back pocket, that would be too risky.

I look at the sink to see a blocks of soaps into a pot and I smirk slightly as I put them out and hide the phone and the bottom before I place the soaps over them so it's hidden.

I head out of the bathroom when there's a knock on the door and I quickly sit down on the edge of the bed when the door opens.

"Miss Petrineva, your grandfather wants to see you." Garrett announces as he opens the door and I give him a nod before I stand up. I head out of the door and I follow after him as we walk down the hallway.

I feel my heart beat fast in my throat, my breath shaky as I let one out and the anxiety inside me is building up. I don't know what I'm getting into, I don't know what's going to happen to me.

Even if he is family, it doesn't mean that he wants the best for me.

We enter his gigantic office, his back to me by the window as he is talking on the phone in Russian. I sit down on the chair in front of his desk, and he turns around when I sit down.

He ends the call before he sits by his desk, looking at me as he takes a deep breath.

"So, my dear." He starts with and I look at him as I feel the anxiety creeps up. A new environment means new danger and I am not sure how I will handle this.

"As the next in line for my legacy I want you to take over my business. You will learn in time what you need to do and how to run this company that I own. It's very powerful and you'll have people who are willing to die for you. Have you had that before?" He asks me and I swallow.

"If I say yes." I say with a shallow breath and swallow a big lump. "Will you promise me something?"

He lets out a sigh and he seems to dwell on it for a few seconds before he give me a nod of approval. "Can you promise me that you won't hurt Zayn or Louis, or the others. Even Harry and Chuck."

"That's a very big promise." He leans back in the chair and crosses his arms together and I bite my lip.

"You are asking me to take over your hire, take over your work and give up my life. The least you could do is protect the ones I care about. For once I have someone in my life that I really care about and want to be safe. I haven't felt that since my parents died an-"

"Sweetheart." He stops me with a strict voice and my mouth keeps shut, I lost it.

"This is one of the things you need to learn, not let your emotions take over your words. You just spilled to me what your biggest weakness is, Zayn and your friends."

He stops for a second and I look down at my lap in guilt, I should've known to not do it. But I let the emotion get the best of me.

Even if Chuck and Harry betrayed me, I didn't want them to die because of a mistake I may do later in my life.

I am going to take over a big position, as a leader for a mafia company. Or whatever this is my grandpa is ruling."Fine."

"And Benny." I quickly add in before he continues with something else and he gives me a nod.

"Come with me." He stands up from the chair and I furrow my eyebrows as I follow him out of his office and down the hallway.

What I notice is that the cream wall doesn't have any decoration, it is just a plain cream white wall with nothing on it. Security guards is there a lot of, everywhere you see.

"What I want is that you take some self-defense lessons with Garrett. He is a very trained bodyguard and even though he will protect you I want you to learn how to defend yourself."

He shields something that looks like a code panel when we reach a door at the end of the hallway and I hear beeping as he taps in a code.

Wonder what he is going to show me that's so secretive. The door gives off a click sounds and he pushes down the door handle and when he shows me what's inside the room, my jaw drops.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.