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Chapter 34 - Escape

Chapter 24; Escape 
Maxxon Chase's P.O.V. :

"So you're a spy?" Zayn questions, a sad smile on his face. He looks down at the floor, chuckles, then leans his head to the side, showcasing his whole neck to me. From the other side of the table, I gulp and nod. 

"Mr. Malik," Riley Parker states, glancing down on the files on the table. "Are you aware that you're docking managers have been exporting and importing illegal drugs into the country via your ships?" He questions. 

"Am I aware that I'm selling weed and marijuana?" Zayn restates. Riley grunts. "Yes, I am aware, Mr. Parker."

"Do you know what the fine for illegal drug exports is in the United States?" Riley shoots, his eyes narrowed on Zayn. I glance down at the table, knowing what Zayn's neck defense is going to be. I feel his gaze penetrating me. 

"Do you know what the fine for using drug dealers as spies is in the United States?" Zayn questions, eyes focused on me and me only. I glance up, staring straight at him. "Or what the price is for ten years of illegally selling drugs is?" 

Riley goes silent beside me, glancing at me. "So it's settled," Riley continues. "Both of you, jail for fifteen years."

"What?" I question, standing up from my seat at the table. The chair knocks back behind me, leaving an eerie silence. Riley stops at the door, turning around to face me with a disappointed smile. "You said it was two years, Riley," I spit.

"Max, I'm sorry, but I don't make the rules." He shrugs. "You knew what the cost was if you turned Malik in and you said you'd take it. . . You've been illegally selling and buying drugs for years, Max. It's not a choice I made."

Riley opens the door, glancing back at me one more time. "They'll come in to get you in an hour. Keep yourselves entertained," He states, closing the door. Once it slams shut, I hear the lock click into place. 

I stay still, staring at the closed door in shock. There's a slow clap from behind me. I hear the scarping of a chair against the concrete floor and the footsteps of newly polished shoes against the floor. 

"Well, that's that," Zayn says, leaning against the table behind me. I stare at him, in his fancy black button up and black pants and black shoes. God. Is this a funeral for the life I never got to truly live? "I hope you're happy, Ms. Chase."

"Shut it," I harshly whisper, picking up the chair I had knocked over and sitting back down in it. Zayn laughs, pushing himself up to sit on the metal table that's nailed to the ground for safety purposes. 

"Isn't this what you wanted, Max?" Zayn questions, Bradford accent think in every word he says. "To have me locked up? To have me thrown in jail so you don't ever have to see me again?" Zayn rhetorically asks. I shrug. 

"Of course it's not, baby," Zayn murmurs, brown eyes narrowed on me again. "Did you think about the fact that you had been doing the same thing as I? No. And now it's landed both of us in the slammer for twelve years."

"I-I. . ." I glance at his polished shoes. "I'm sorry. . ." I whisper, feeling my eyes well up with tears. How am I ever going to find my little brother? Or my mum? All I ever wanted was for them to love me and spend the rest of their life with me. 

Zayn's eyes seem to soften up at that but they shift back just as fast. "Well," He claps, hopping off the table. "You know what we have to do." I glance up at him wiping my eyes. 

"What?" I question. 

Zayn chortles, glancing at the door. "You don't think I'm actually spending the next fifteen years of my life in prison do you?" I shrug. He snickers. "No, we're breaking out."

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"Money craving bastard," Zayn harshly whispers, opening the back door for me. I raise an eyebrow at him. "I hand him eight hundred dollars and he excuses himself for a minute. The other one was sold with 1,200, but that's not important."

"Oh," I say, glancing down the deserted back alley of the court house. "We need to hurry and get the fuck out," I state. Zayn nods, pulling his cell phone out and dialing a number. It rings a few times before they answer. Zayn motions for me to take watch as he hurriedly speaks into the cell phone. 

"George? I need you to come to the back alley of the court house on forty-seventh street. Hurry," He spits, the vein in his neck popping out. "Be here as fast as you can," Zayn adds before hanging up. Zayn glances back at me, leanign against the wall of the building and glancing at me. "Our ride will be here shortly, m'lady," He sarcastically says. 

I roll my eyes, glancing down the street. I feel a cold hand slide under my white tank top, rubbing against the soft skin of my sides. I shiver. Zayn pulls my black coat and my shirt to the side, exposing my shoulder. "I lied," Zayn whispers against my skin, nipping harshly. Surely, there'll be a bruise in the morning. 

"About what?" I question, tilting my head to expose even more skin to him. Zayn hums against my neck, pressing gentle kisses against my jaw. One hand dips into my jeans, and into my panties. I gasp. 

"About not loving you," Zayn murmurs, letting his fingers slide into the folds between my legs. I pant, feeling his finger slide into my hole and slowly move in and out. "And about hating you since the start. Because I don't."

"W-What are you trying to say?" I press on, gasping. Zayn rubs against my g-spot thrusting his finger in harder than before. I feel a bulge form on my lower back and I know he's as turned on as I am. 

"Don't you fucking get it?" Zayn questions and I can hear the annoyance in his voice. In a swift movement, he pulls his hands out of my pants, causing me to release a whine, and pushes me into the darker part of the alley. 

Zayn presses me against the wall, harshly grabbing my chin to face him. His eyes look angry but caring at the same time. "I fucking love you, Max." Zayn spits. "And you've ruined me."

At that moment, a car skids into the alleyway and the back doors open. Zayn is quick to react, pushing me into the back seat. There's a driver in the front who doesn't recognize me but then Zayn comes in and he regains his posture. "The cabin, George. I want you to take us to the cabin in the woods."

We drive and drive but all I think about is what Zayn said. Because, in truth, I love him too.