Wicked Lust

Chapter 7

I blinked and looked up, gasping.

"Zayn, w-what? Where h-have you been? How did you-"

"Stop talking before I shove this cloth down your throat." Zayn instructed harshly, turning me around to untie my hands.

I felt relieved, even if he spoke like a douchebag. Zayn stepped over to the window and searched his pockets, most likely to take out his cigarettes.

"Why do you smoke?" I questioned him, bringing my knees up and resting the right side of my cheek down on them.

"Because I can.' He rudely said, squirming his fingers through his pockets, finding nothing but crumbled bills and a half empty pack on gum.

Zayn reached up on the counter, but accidentally pushed over the cigarettes. They spilled out of the box and landed by my feet. I stared curiously and his glare gave a clear cut warning. Ignoring it doubtfully, I picked one of the cigarettes up and looked at what was carved on it. Natalie.

"Who's Natalie?" I asked, softening my tone to feel well aware of his present anger at me touching them.

"None of your business, that's who!'" Zayn snapped, snatching the cigarette frommy hand and aggressively getting me up my arm.

I stared nervously at him, seeing the vein on his muscular right arm beginning to pop. Zayn's anger rose as did the sexual tension as he backed me up to the wall.

"Serenity," Zayn whispered, enough to deeply echo down the empty hall with the faucet leaking drop by drop somewhere out back, "You owe me."

"Owe you!? Owe you what!?" I made a disgusted face and leaned further back on the wall, seeing he hated back talk.

"Just listen and listen good." Zayn spoke in a steady tone, letting his breaths be heard.

I nodded my head a little and stared down at his lips, then back up into his hazel brown eyes that shivered in its colour and dissolved the anger into the pupils. Zayn licked his lips and shook a bit. I wasn't sure if he was nervous or just down right angry.

"Don't catch feelings. I'm doing this to prove my own point to somebody whose done pushing me around like some kid." He began whispering, keeping both his hands on the wall on either side of me, "Don't do anything stupid and get killed. Don't do anything stupid and get me killed either. If you cherish your life, you better watch your mouth and do everything I tell you to do."

My hands slowly reached up to his cheeks, cupping them and feeling the little bits of facial hair left after his morning shave. I carressed the left side of his cheek slowly with my thumb, bringing it doen to his lip and placing it down. I looked up into his eyes and caught him staring away down at my lips.

"Would asking for a kiss be something stupid?" I quietly asked, but was quickly interrupted by the tires of a car screeching and coming to a quick stop, enough to leave marks on the road.

A car door slammed and voices of different men began shouting instructions at each other. I looked at Zayn and his face paled. There was a knock on the door, but Zayn's hand quickly blanketed over my lips. My eyes widened, hearing guns being reloaded outside. I stared fearfully up at Zayn, silently pleading he'd protect me.

"Remember what I said." He whispered just a second before the door was busted down.

The first shot was fired and it missed me by a strand of hair, shaking me up pretty badly. I screamed as Zayn pulled out a gun and began shooting, quickly taking my hand and running down the hall. Bullets crashed into the wall and knocked down the paintings, stalling us as we tripped momentarily. Zayn spun around quickly and aimed the gun carefully within seconds and shot a man straight chest and the other on the shoulder and twice on the forehead. He looked unphased by it all, but I felt a panic attack come on as we started running again. One more man was following us; the tallest one to be exact was following us. The determination in his dark green eyes to fire that bullet into Zayn's skull, or even possibly mine, had me in tears. Zayn kept running with my hand tightly gripped with his. I kept turning my face to stare at him, only to recieve satan's glare. Zayn pushed me into a room and ran in afterwards, locking the door and keeping his back on the door.