I'm His

Chapter 7

ZAYN'S POV:

I hadn't been to this place in so long.. But I needed answers. And the only guy I could get them from was the man himself.

I walked down the various allies until I reached the building I needed. People had thought it was abandoned, so they thought to use it. I looked up at the building. The old red brown brick was chipped in many places and many windows were shattered or broken. Somehow, it looked worse than when I left. It used to look a lot more.. Decent. This must mean Randy has gotten quite a lot of business since I stopped working for him.

I walked to the back of the building and pulled away the wooden plank that blocked the entrance. I walked in the dark, creaky building.

I could hear many voices and lots of footsteps. Probably the prostitutes getting ready to go out for the night. They usually leave around this time.

I made my way down the familiar dark hallway until I came to the staircase. I went up and walked to the door I knew Randy would be behind.

I didn't even bother knocking, I just walked on in.

I was completely disgusted with what I saw.

There were half naked girls everywhere, and it just makes my stomach spin knowing that I used to work for this sleeze. Many of the girls looked my way and winked, obviously thinking I was a customer. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the back room. I couldn't help but notice the large amount of girls who looked sad, and just broken. And I wanted nothing more than to just take them away from this place so they could have their old lives back, but unfortunately, it just isn't that easy. This made me even more disgusted with myself. I used to work for this bastard. The girls continued putting their skimpy outfits on and I walked on in the back door.

I faced a happy looking Randy. And not to my surprise, James. The two head hanchos themselves.

"Ah, Zayn. I was expecting your visit soon." Randy said, smiling evilly at me.

I didn't need to deal with his shit. So I thought I'd just get to the point.

"What the fuck do you want with Sophie?!" I yelled, feeling my hands ball into fists by my sides.

Randy laughed, and soon James joined in. You could easily tell James was high as hell.

"There isn't any need to yell, Zayn." Randy said calmly, finding amusement in my outburst.

This guy is so sick. He actually makes me want to kill him. I don't understand how someone can be so awful.

"Just tell me what you want with her." I said, more calm than before. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of pissing me off.

"Ah, Zayn. You don't remember when I told you I knew the perfect girl, do you? The one who could make me tons of money?" He questioned, taking a step toward me.

I felt myself tense up. No way am I letting him turn her into one of them.

"Or," he began, motioning towards James, "James has done an exceptional job this past year with me. Maybe I'll just give her to him so he can have some fun."

"No." I said flatly. That's all I could say.

James is notorious in this business for, let's say, setting girls straight when they do the slightest thing wrong. He's dangerous.

James began laughing, "Please do. She's a hot little thing. I'd love to taste that-"

Before he could finish, I had him pinned up against the wall, holding his collar in my hand.