Boy With Love|COMPLETE|

ONE.

Presently.

The Anti-sam hideout was enormous, accommodating everyone in the Agency. It was in a hidden location in D.C. It was an old warehouse with a deserted race track behind but they renovated the warehouse just for the Organization. The building was almost invisible, tall mountains and large forest left it unnoticed. No one could make it inside without the appropriate identification process.

The Agency was packed with blood-thirsty teenagers, the youngest was fourteen. Every soul in the Anti-sam sought vengeance and justice, for what happened three years ago.. It was a secret organization created to frustrate the President in power by creating destruction and trouble in the country. Spreading awareness about the evil and wicked man in power in their way.

Three years ago, their family, friends, and loved ones were taken away from them, many were too blind to see the brutality and pain it had brought. They all had their reasons for joining the Anti-sam. The organization was so secretive that only the members knew the hideout. All members had to abide by the rules of the organization. Loyalty was like a blood oath.

The president had the cops, military, FBI, and other security teams out looking for them. They spent most of their time searching, especially for their hideout, but no one had any luck. They were smart in every move they made, leaving no trace behind.

When Zayn arrived at the headquarters, the joy he had felt an hour ago had vanished from his system and was slowly being replaced with something else. He headed to the recreation ground hoping his friends were at their regular spot.

The room was noisy as always, people were gathered in groups playing pool, playing poker, gambling, truth or dare, drinking, flirting, dancing, while others observed. A rap song played in the background, it was a party here. The beat shook the room with its intense bass and incoherent words.

Zayn took a seat at the table where his best friends were playing cards.

"How did it go today?" Taylor asked as he dropped the red diamond card with a 9 on the black spade card with a 9. He saw the money they had betted on the table, he stared at the scrambled ten dollar notes.

Zayn smiled and looked at Nicole's cards, she smacked him on the head and pressed her card hard against her chest.

"I wanted to help," he winced, rubbing the spot she had hit him.

"No, helping," Lizzy warned with a glare. Her long dreadlocks were packed into a fat bun that fitted her small face. Her freckles laid on each cheek adding to her beauty. Her dark skin looked so smooth that it glowed in the dim room.

He raised his hands in surrender and turned to look at Taylor who was giving him a smug look. Taylor was the oldest in the circle, he was twenty. He was white but grew up in the same black neighborhood like them. He had big rings in each finger, his nose ring and neck chains went with his style of dressing.

"Did she open her eyes?" Taylor asked with the toothpick between his pink lips.

"It's none of your damn business, focus on the game," Zayn said trying to avoid any more questions about his relationship with the president's daughter.

"Did you kiss her?" Lizzy asked leaning closer. Curiously, she raised an eyebrow at him.

Only his best friends knew about him and the president's daughter. It was his biggest secret. Zayn made them all vow not to tell anyone, especially someone else in the Organization.

"Guys stop," he grunted.

"I wonder what will happen when she wakes up and find you, " Tyra said, dropping a card not finding any interest in his relationship with the enemy.