falling in love with the enemy ➳ [z.m.]

Chapter 2.

 Zayn's POV

         "Who was that girl?" Niall asks as he drives our Escalade down the streets of New Jersey.

         "She's no one," I say. "Just some girl."

         Harry lets out a small laugh. "Well it sure didn't seem like it," Harry responds. "Zayn you know we can't have any relationships. You know that someone always ends up getting hurt an it gets in the way of our business."

         "It was nothing Harry," I say through my teeth. " Chill out. She's just like every other girl that I got to make out with. Nothing more."

         "Mhm sure," Harry says before looking out the window.

         The rest of the car ride is eerily silent and all I can hear is the sound of Harry cracking is knuckles the entire way home. We pull up to the gates of my mansion and Niall punches the code into the security system. The gates slowly open and Niall drives up the pathway revealing the massive mansion. I have lived here for a couple years now and I have still not gotten used to it's massiveness. But, that's how my father loved everything in life-large and grand.

         My father used to live here before he died. This mansion was one of the perks of being one of the most feared men in Jersey, below Michael DeSanta. I remember living here as a kid with my younger sisters and my mother. I mean I really liked it here as a kid. But, as I grew up I realized that my father wanted me to be in the gang life. He told me that one day when he was old and gray I would have to run the business for him- the drug business. I mean it didn't really phase me back then. I was willing to do anything to make my father proud. So as I matured my father kept me under his arm, teaching me everything he knew so when the time came, I would be ready for the big leagues. But, I didn't know that the time I would have to take over would be so soon...

         It was a December night a couple years ago. My family and I just came back from England to visit my grandparents. We were walking into the house and I remember how everything played out.

         *flashback*

         "Did you guys have fun?" my mother asked with a smile on her face.

         I nodded my head at her and she continued to smile.

         My mom is so giddy all the time. I don't understand it. "Why are you always so happy?" I ask her.

         "Because Zayn, you should always be happy that you are alive and breathing," she says. "You never know when your time is up, so you always have to be grateful." My mom. Such and optimist. She was brought into the gang when she married my father. Once I found out about the gang as a child I asked her how she felt about the situation and she told me that she didn't really mind because if she hadn't agreed to join, none of us-me or my sisters would be here right now.

         My father walked through the doorway with some of our luggage and other guys followed him with the rest. "Well that's everything," he said as he set the luggage down. The door shut behind him and he walked into the living room and plopped on the couch. As soon as my father sat down the doorbell rang and he got up. He peeped out the window at first and a worried look spread across his face.

         "Zayn grab your sisters an head down to the basement. Don't come out until I say so."

         "Why?" I ask.

         "JUST GO ZAYN!" my father snaps at me in a demanding tone.

         I walk into the kitchen and find my sisters sitting at the table. "C'mon we have to go downstairs. Dad's orders."