Boss (Zayn Malik)

Part 7

I walked around her like a vulture. My eyes still prowls for that component. But eye, I looked after her. Zayn stood between the door without a word. Since then, I've rushed here is as dumb. I moved up to him and hugged him around the waist. His two caramels moved me. He had a neutral expression. Unpretentious I read anything from it. Finally allowed his hand and touched my body. He is burying her head into my shoulder. I heard like a sigh. He pressed me more strength to his body. I could feel the heat from it.

"Ouch! That hurts!" We both parted. I looked back at the woman. Harry writhed in crouching on the ground. So far, I did not understand why he always gets it. I laughed about it. "Suka has claws" I snarled at her. This savor. I have long tortured anyone. But there is also a team of operatives. I looked at Harry who finally stood up. Approval and nodded at Liam pulled away. Zayn was finally recovered and went closer to her. I sat in the chair behind his desk. I watched him as talking to her. I did not hear what they are talking, but I could see how it gives a slap. I was pleased with it. I like such torture. But even better when I am tormented man.

"You bastard! Die!" she screamed as sensory deprived.

"I'm no worse than you," he laughed coldly.

I watched it with a twinkle in his eyes. I could not break away from them. It meant a lot to me. For two days, I helped my boss too. The door burst open and they brought inside the agent. My eyes are brightened with joy. I enjoyed as a young child for revenge. Niall sat him on a chair brought by Liam. The boys sat down on the couch and watching all this. It is clear to me that there will be. But I was afraid of what out of his mouth. I proceeded to the agent and laughed.

"How are you?" my first question.

"For this you will pay!" He is throwing him to the side. In his eyes I saw hatred.

"No, you pay for everything!" anger that I felt was unbelievable. I was shaking now only in memories. Always he grabbed me and he has tortured, mistreated. He even allowed me to rape. Everything I've had before our eyes. I wished it to be gone. That it was just a stupid dream. But it was a fact. I never ceased to corner plot. I prayed that I had a chance to hurt him. Now I have it and tied. I wanted to kill him, throw into the river and do not know what else. I had many opportunities to punish him. But what if I used someone else. I looked at Zayn, who baffled. I pulled his hand towards the door. I looked into his eyes defenseless. "Please, kill him" I showed the agent. Zayn frowned. He did not understand why. Of course, that does not know anything. I should also tell him otherwise something bad happens. "He's an agent. Very often tormented me even raped," the last word I whispered. Certainly you heard me. I dared to look into his eyes. I saw the cold, especially anger. As he turned his fist struck his jaw. Where it took away in it? The adrenaline that power. It looked strange.

I have here two hours. Several times I hit the woman. I clipped her hair, broken fingernails. But she still as is possible. Nobody said anything. Harry offered that will force her to speak. I did not agree. I want to do it alone. But I see I do not have. It takes more force than mine. I'm pretty tired, so my eyes closed.

Already it was impossible to endure. I had also nerves I would spot her and killed her. It is so stupid that he did not pay attention to what he says. Repeats itself over and over insults to my person. I feel like I'm on it soft. I should get tough. He pulls the strings for me and they were already tearing. I could not bear it and my fist hit her in the nose. The second fist hit her in the stomach. Nails left some scratches on her face. I was breathing rapidly than ever before. I shrugged her knees and palms touched knees. I felt someone's hand on my hips. I picked up the view of that person.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"No, it has had enough. It is getting on my nerves," I growl.

"We take care of someone with the guys," he stroked me on the back.

"No, I finish it," I muttered.

"Are you here for the first day and did it a lot" he urged.

He was right. I was there the first day and I really did a lot of work. However, I decided well. I'm tired, my eyes closed. I prefer to lay down and slept. But now it's not. I have to be up and pay attention to them.

"You should go to bed," again I heard his voice.

"No, I have to be here," I muttered.

"Not going to lie down," he ordered.

"Only if you go with me," I yawned.

"Okay, come" after a moment of silence was heard.

"Niall, Louis finish it here," his voice sounded leadership.

She dragged me to a bar somewhere. Everywhere it was full of people. It is something after two in the morning and they are still drinking. It seems that it is alive. London is manure. We never could be in bars like this for long. I do not know how we passed through the bodies. I say sweaty bodies. And smelt incredibly much. I finally get some fresh air. Zayn pulled me to his car and we both boarded into it. I want to sleep, this is the only activity that is important. I leaned on the seat and closed the eyes.

"Hold on, we're with you," I heard his voice.

"Hmm" One word came I of myself.

How will this journey take? I was very tired and he was going slow as a snail. I want to lie in my bed. In the soft bed and warm. I was angry but also because I could not finish the job. Zayn it has done great. He beats him and how. I was excited about it. The agent got exactly what he deserved well. Head crashes while driving. I closed my eyes and saw the darkness rest.

Part I not read in a row. If there are spelling errors, so sorry.