Sold To The Colombian

Chapter 8

Karen's p.o.v.

My eyes landed on the familiar wooden door that I hadn't seen in months I balled my fingers into fist and shakily knocked on the door.

I anxiously looked around the neighborhood to make sure no one had followed me "come on, come on, open the door" I mutter under my breath become more impatient by the second.

For the second time I brought my hand up to the door but before I had the chance to knock the door swung open.

With out a second thought my arms wrapped around the mans neck "I missed you" I whisper into his ear letting tears fall down my eyes "I've missed you too," he replies giving me a tight hug

I pull away and gave Zayn a big smile that quickly turns into concern "let's go inside before we get seen!" I say rushing him inside and locking the doors "before who sees us?" He questions trying to look behind me

"Look these past few months have been... different for lack of a better word. The man I've been living with is a drug lord a very important drug lord"

"Wow," He says processing the information "yes anyways he was here in Mexico to try and add El Chapo into his contacts but was arrested during the chaos of it all I ran away"

His eyes widened "what? Oh my god are you okay? Did he do anything to you?" He asked very concerned

I shook my head "no he never did anything to me but-" my ranting was interrupted by the sound of Zayn's cellphone ringing

"I'm sorry but I have to take this call" he says holding the device to his ear "grab yourself whatever you'd like" he says before leaving to the other room.

I nod and continue to roam around the house looking through the pictures his mom had of him.

Occasionally, his voice would be heard through the house as he shouted to someone over the phone in what I believe is Arabic.

He shoved his phone aggressively into his front pocket as he came back into view "is everything okay?" I asked concerned he nodded "just peachy" he says giving me a very obvious fake smile.

That's when I took the time to really examine him. He wasn't the same boy he was two months ago he's a man now he's once clean shaven face had a full beard, he had added a few more tattoos since the last time I had seen him and he looked a lot more built

"What?" He asked annoyed

"N-Nothing" i say tearing my gaze away from him "it's obviously something if you keep starring" he answers taking me back by his sudden mood change

My eyes narrowed at him "what the fuck is your problem? I haven't seen you in months and you're being a fucking dick you're supposed to be my best friend" I say angrily

He rolls his eyes "things change"

"Clearly," I answer pushing a piece of hair behind my ear "coming here was obviously a mistake you're right, things have changed I'll just go" I say heading towards the door

He chuckles and steps in front of me "not so fast Karen," he says making me confused

"What are you doing? Move so I can leave" I say attempting to move around him but am unable to do so due to him blocking my path and holding me by my arms to keep still.

"Im really sorry about this but I can't let you leave until they get here" he say and continues to drag me into another room

"Until who gets here?" I question becoming more worried by the second "Zayn answer me!" I shout angrily

"You'll see"

That's when I notice the tattoo on his wrist, "You're one of them... aren't you?" He stayed silent

"You're with the Zetas?" I question but once again I'm met with silence

"Why would you do that Zayn?! They're fucking dangerous what were you thinking what-

"You don't know what the fuck has been going on these past few months, I was desperate, and they were the only ones willing to help so don't fucking come at me with bullshit" he shouts at me angrily throwing me onto the bed

"Shit has changed" he says as he grabs a rope from the side of his bed

I need to get out of here.

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