TAINTED | Zayn Malik

Chapter 26| Let the games begin pt 2

A bunch of people screamed all over, I dropped the drink and instantly made contact with Zayn. His eyes instantly finding mine, the club quiet entirely now. Looking behind me, I spun around and seen a guy in a suit standing on top of the DJ both. Sunglasses covering his eyes, yet his mouth up in a sinister smile.

He had a gun in his hand, raised in the air toward the ceiling. Everyone watched in terror, hoping that he wouldn't turn psycho and start aiming for the crowd. But there were people like me, watching in curiosity and wanting to see what exactly he had to say. Most of the time when I was in class, I learned that most people did things for various reasons. There are some who do things cause they have no impulse, doing things just because they felt like it. Not feeling regretful or responsible for the actions they created, which is understandable. Then it was people who did things and felt nothing but regret and responsible, at times half of the stuff were out of their control. That was me....

Now you have people like this guy, those who do and say things for specific reasons. You wonder if it's for attention, wanting to seek if anyone would bother listening. Yet, I was actually curious on what he had to say, even if I felt uneasy about it. I knew it was something that I may have wanted to know, for a while at least and knowing what I was up against.

"Welcome.." His voice deep and confident, like he was smug that people were here and giving him what he wanted. "It seems we have a very special guest here tonight, underground royalty, ladies, and gentlemen." He held his hand up, passing the gun over to the same guard that gave me trouble behind him.

A spotlight turned, flashing on the spot and making Zayn bright and displayed to the crowd. I swallowed hard, watching the hard looks he gave the man. Everyone began clapping, cheering and giving appreciation. Zayn locked his jaw, turning and looking at the crowd then waving like the majestic celebrity he was...

"Welcome, my friend." He smirked, before turning back to the Dj and telling him to start the music.

The music started back up and the crowd began dancing again, going back to their explicit activities. I watched as the man walked down the stairs, smirking as people patted him on the back while going past. I followed his figure, moving back as the man and his grow strides past me. The guard from earlier giving me a full heated look, turning his head while they disappeared behind an abstract curtain.

My eyes found Zayn again, he nodded and turn walking away from the balcony. I sighed, looking around for Bianca and realizing that she disappeared within the few second acts. I was in no position to deal with her at the moment, it would be handled sooner or later. I walked around the dance floor, in the middle of the heated chaos and watching everyone grind and enjoying their night.

They were all so clueless on what is going to happen, I knew for a fact that things wouldn't end so perfectly. I was aware of the many possibilities, I had to remind myself this wasn't some type of business meeting. This was very real and highly dangerous, I had to be cautious of myself from both ends. It wasn't something I could fully place my trust into, not in this state and definitely not here. The remains of the last incident still highly fresh in my mind, knowing that for someone who couldn't believe what was going on, succeeding and making it out alive and yet here I am. I'm here, volunteerily and knowing damn well this wasn't a place meant for me. I was out of my mind, pretty sure that drinking wasn't my only issue anymore.