The room 102 - z.m fics

Kill or Save ?

-          Are you ready to see it ? – he looked at us.

  We were already in the car.  It was a mad car like those ones we see it in the movies, I never thought that could be real. It was full of arms, computers, cameras, maps..I never saw something like that. He wasn't just a body guard, he was something else.

-          Yes.. – I kept looking at everything.

-          Babe, focus. – Zayn said feeling how lost I was.

-          Here we go.

Michael opened the bag and I couldn't believe on what I was looking at. The person who had that bag knew my dad better than I ever did. There was pictures of my dad, there was pictures of me with him in a coffee like the person who took it was a paparazzi, pictures with my mom at same place, letters with his handwriting, a small box and..lots and lots of money with a note saying "Here you have what your dad should had gave you. You're welcome."

-          Oh my God. – was everything that could come out from my mouth.

-          Babe..

-          Your dad was killed?

-          I..I don't know. I mean..he was found dead this morning but..I wasn't..oh shit.

I started to have all the reasons to think that the guy from the pharmacy was right, he wasn't lying or exaggerating. We had enough proofs.

-          Christine, what do you know ? – Zayn asked me. – Please, tell us. We need to know.

-          This..this morning..when I went to pharmacy..I saw everybody around his body and I didn't even thought was my dad, I mean..I didn't see his face.

-          YES AND ?

-          And..the guy from pharmacy said that it was a gang who did it. Everybody was thinking and spreading it around. And now..this..this happens.

-          Okay, I got it. Let's go! Sit down.

  Michael jumped to the car with us. We were scared while he started to drive as fast as he could. Like the gang did a few minutes ago.

-          Are..are you sure this is needed ? – I asked nervous looking at the road.

-          Do you want to know who killed your dad ?

-          Of cou..

-          Wear the suits that I have right under the blue box, pick a gun and when I stop the car, you come with me.

He didn't even let me think what we were about to do. Zayn gave me a confident look so I felt like it was the right thing to do. I felt shy getting undressed in the back of a car that I didn't know at all, there was a black sexy dress that I needed to wear and Zayn was already wearing a black suit that fit on him perfectly.

-          Babe..c'mon. Dress up.

-          Look, you have no idea how many girls and boys I have been having in this car so please do this. There's 3 pairs of dresses to every size so wear the one that fits you better but wear it.

-          Okay..thank you.

I felt there was nothing more that I could do and I had to dress up right there, I had to do that. Zayn kept looking for some guns, he grabbed on all of them and I felt even more nervous when I was half naked, wearing a dress that wasn't mine at all. That gave me a feeling of CSI Los Angeles but nothing was funny. I felt my heart in my mouth. I was basically searching for somebody who gave me as much money as I get in a whole year of pure work and who had killed somebody that meant nothing for me. I was just so worried about what could happen after that.

-          Okay, I know where this boy is. Boy..I mean 2 boys. They are both Mexican and are wearing red outfits. Joshua has 20 years old, was already arrested for killing and is dad of 4 kids. He is with his best mate, Carlos who has 27 years old, lives with prostitutes and was already arrested for the same reason.

-          Wait..how do you know all of this ? – Zayn asked thinking the same thing as me.

-          That doesn't matter. I have a question to make. – he stopped the car in a hide place in Los Angeles park. – Do you want them dead or alive to make them questions ? They will die anyway.

-          They have a family..

-          Darling I know that hurts but those people are commenting crimes everyday.

-          Christine – Zayn looked at me – look babe, hear me okay ?

-          Okay love, I am.

-          We need to end up with those lives, they are already giving us enough pain. In my opinion, we could pick those guys and then..ask them everything we needed..then do what it has to be done.

-          Zayn, you never killed anybody..neither I did. I don't know how to pick a single arm.

-          Hey.. – Michael looked at me – There's knifes and I want you to know the final piece of this case so don't worry about not knowing how to pick a gun. Just choose.

-          We do what Zayn said.

-          That's what bad girls say, that's what I like to hear. Let's go.

He started to drive again, slower than he was what made me calmer but nothing was making me forget how scared and dangerous that could be. Zayn looked so brave, so strong. I honestly never saw my own boyfriend like that and I didn't even know that he could be like that. May I look like a lunatic girl but he was looking so hot with two arms in his pockets, a black suit and with that messy hair. Gosh.

  He was stronger than I thought he could ever be. He started to hold my hand, looking at me whispering "everything it's going to be alright."

-          You see that house ? That's their house.

We stopped the car near of a dirty neighborhood of Los Angeles. The houses were small but their gardens were big and dirty. The smell seemed like barbecue but at same time, it didn't like food at all. It was disgusted to look around, it was exactly what I imagined to be a gangstar zone.

-          Are you ready ?

-          We are. – Zayn looked at me, biting his lips. – We are ready to kill.