Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Twenty One

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE:

  He makes a face like he's disappointed and then shakes his head, "I'm sorry but I'm not going to allow you too." I take a step back and stare at him intensely, "You either let me join you, or I'll go work for someone else." I keep my stare and my tone extremely serious.

  "Please, don't do this." His eyes get narrow and he bites his bottom lip in frustration.
  "I'm so serious." I assure him and grab his arm, "Please?" I can feel myself giving him wide eyed-puppy dog eyes. "I need to do this if I'm going to get rid of Kyle. I promise I'll listen to you and do whatever you say." At this point I loose my serious tone and it starts to slightly turn into whining. Once I realize, I quickly pull myself together. "I've been with you through a lot already… It's ride or die with you." I smile to myself and see his frown start to turn up.

  He leans forward and kisses my forehead, "I really don't want you too, but I'll give you a chance. If you listen to me, you can keep doing it." He pulls away from me and stares with worried eyes, "…but you have to be extremely careful. Don't trust anyone, but me. Okay?" He kisses my cheek and I nod my head grateful that he's actually letting me do this.

  I get in the car with him and we drive to the area we were at the other night, forcing bad memories to flash in front of me.
  "Follow me and stay close." He grabs a backpack from the back seat and then gets out of the car, I follow.
  We pass a few homeless men and make our way up a building with wood nailed across the windows.

  We walk about four flights of stairs before making it to the empty top floor. Nothing but floor is visible, no rooms or furniture. You can tell this building has been abandoned for quite a few years. A man stands by the window, his back facing us.
  He has on a back pack that is almost exact to Zayn's. Once he realizes we're here, he turns around. His eyes become big as he sees me, obviously not expecting me.

  "It's okay, she's my business partner." Zayn winks at me and grabs my hand, leading the way over to the stranger.
  All of a sudden the guy whips out a gun and I freeze while my heart feels like its going to explode. "Don't worry, I got it." Zayn lets go of my hand and takes the backpack off.

  The guy puts away the gun and his face becomes a little more relaxed, but still extremely serious. "You were suppose to have it last night." He states taking it out of Zayn's hands.
  "And I told you I couldn't make it, so I'd bring it today." Zayn pulls me closer to him. I start to feel bad because he was with me last night when he should've been doing this.
  The guy opens the bag, revealing that it's filled to the top with money. My eyes get big, taken a back at how much money is actually there.

  He starts to take some out and count it. "It's all there. I even put in a little extra for being late." Zayn says as he studies him.
  "I believe you." The guy throws the money back in and zips it up. "Here." He takes off the bag he's wearing and hands it to Zayn. "It's due next Friday."
  Zayn takes the bag out of his hands and nods at him. He throws it over his back and then grabs my hand.

  We make it back in the car and he throws the backpack in the back seats. "What's in the bag?" I ask, but I'm pretty positive I already know.
  "The good stuff." He smirks at me and then starts the car.

  He drives down a side road, going even deeper into this side of town. "That was the most easy part of it all… when we stop, you must listen to every single thing I say. If you don't something bad could happen." He reaches back behind my seat and pulls out a gun, "Keep this with you, ready to use at any moment. But don't use it unless you have too."

  He keeps his eyes on the road, but hands me the gun and then pulls out another one for himself. "Please, just be careful." He grabs my hand and continues driving.
  After a few moments, he pulls over in a parallel parking spot in front of a bar.