Prolog

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Sorry for the mistakes that are obviously find. But my English is not so good. If you leave a comment with your opinion, I would be delighted.

The first time I met with the mafia when I was fifteen. This meeting could not be described as pleasant and when I certainly would not claim that I would be to them could ever add. But rather it will describe.

Since my childhood I was a bit of a problem child, if it can be called. I have friends of the boy who did not have a good reputation, so I often beat. My favorite weapons included long swords and water pistol. And my martial nature is never changed. When I was little undergrowth, I found a job in a store of weapons that I've earned a little. Indeed, I went to karate, fencing and other martial arts and not me who pay.

When I was fifteen years I also won a best friend Liam black tape. Of course correct as teenagers we wanted to celebrate in an enterprise. Yes, I know we have only fifteen. But we look, we advanced for his age.

We walked to a nearby bar, which was not so known, but it is enough. Once in the door we were both taken aback. The room was unbelievable smoke from smoking. White or gray smog bothered us, but not so much that we left.

Through the smoke we saw on the table where we were going to sit down. Because of our carelessness, we bumped into some table. It would not be anything wrong but unfortunately poured the cup with its contents. "I'm sorry, but we do not see through the smoke at the table," Liam began to apologize. It is awfully nice, and I feel sick.

For table were really strange men. The youngest of them could have around twenty years. Over the whole face had a scar, I guess that was the knife. He went from unreal fear them because they had developed body. They were also clearly higher than me. "We better go," Liam muttered. We were going to go there, but something stopped us.

"Immediately sit down!" The guy with the scar he growled. The fear that is created in me gave way. I could not even a curtain. I sat down and Liam followed my actions. I had a taste wept like a baby. After all, I have a black belt, but it's nothing. This gorillas are compared to me more than a black belt.

Something in me winced and I understand that these men are the mafia and we disturbed them. I dared not even blink. Certainly they are carrying weapons.

When we sat stealthily both men smiled mysteriously. A man with red hair yelled at the waiter and whispered something to him. The waiter looked at us miserably. In a moment he brought the keys and I understood. I looked at Liam, who was breathing or not. I signed him sight to escape. We built so quickly that we dropped a few tables and a couple of glasses. We ran out of the business and ran down the street. Liam was a chunk from me. Is a better runner than me.

"Where do you think you're going?" a man with a scar caught me. I tried to resist, but neither my ability did not help me. In my mind I formed different ideas what I can do. One of his gorilla gripped me tight and I had no chance to escape.

Suddenly the man with the scar fell to the ground like a bag of potatoes. That gorilla which has also held there. I turned to my rescue. There stood a man. He had deep red hair, blue eyes. He looked at me and eyed me a cold look. "Run, whatever you do not see," he growled.

I had not thought and fled.

That was my first encounter with the mafia. A couple of years I got involved with it again. When I was eighteen, I joined the mob. I do not know exactly how it was, but I know that I have met the same man as in that bar. I had no choice. Either be dead or join his gang. And so it was, I added to it. I built its reputation two years. Do you know what it was the effort?

Exactly when I has reached twenty-one years I was independent. My name is known, each in Bradford and the surrounding area. All what they would face me I'm dodging out of the way. Respect that to me should not allow them to look at me to even look. I accepted a gang Liam and four other guys. They are now my main gang members. Others are just employees. These four guys are my family, friends and best friends. Our gang was working under the name One Direction. We are one of the most feared gangs in the UK. While we oppose been attempted.

My name is Zayn Malik. I most feared mobster English underworld.

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