GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

ғɪʀsᴛ ✅

Before you start reading the book, I wanted to warn you that the book contains spelling, grammar, and punctuation mistakes. It is a work in progress. I am correcting the chapters little by little. Be indulgent and kind.

I love you so much.❤️   

Chapter one  ➵ Red Passion Cocktail
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Zayn was woken up by the ringtone of his phone. "Go to hell!" he mumbled as he pulled his pillow over his head. Then, he realized that it was his work phone that was ringing. He whispered, "Shit..." and saw that James, his partner, had left a message. James informed Zayn that they were needed that night at Club Deluxe and he must not be late. Zayn replied, "I can't be late, bud. I'll be there; see you tonight." He threw his phone onto his sheets and looked at his Rolex. It was 8:00 P.M. As he entered his bathroom, he wondered if this mission would be another secret document delivery, a commission out of Vegas, or just another bomb to defuse.

Zayn knew that no one knew what could happen tomorrow or in two weeks or next year. He could plan anything, but he was living, breathing, and risking it all for his job. His favorite song was hearing his enemies shooting 'round, and no one could imagine the weight he had to carry. Unfortunately, nothing and no one could go back in time. He cut the pain away and slipped it into his veins. "A life for another one." That's what he used to hear during his entire life. Ten years ago, Zayn understood the real meaning of the illustration the person he once loved the most kept repeating every day: if he died, no one would miss him. After he stopped questioning himself, he got dressed. The spy was wearing a black shirt and classic black pants. Then, he took his weapon and got out of his three-million-dollar house.

Zayn walked 328 feet to the right, and a yellow car, a fake taxi, came to pick him up and took him to Club Deluxe. "Zayn," the driver coldly greeted him. Zayn replied, "You know where I need to go The driver didn't answer and drove him there. After 35 minutes of driving, the fake taxi parked in front of the entrance of the club. Zayn got out of the car, stumbled into the Casino, and went down the stairs. He stopped in front of a red door, and the two guards saw him and opened it.

In the crowded dancing room, the black-haired spy was looking for the stairs to go to his boss's office when someone hit his torso and flowed their drink on his shirt. Both of them watched the red liquid running on his shirt. "Damn it!" he growled. "Oh, I'm sorry!" the unknown girl apologized. "Are you kidding me? I don't give a shit about your stupid apologies!" he grunted. "I said I was sorry; I can't do anything more!" she protested. "Find me a new shirt immediately!" "How about make like a tree and leave?" The blondie smiled before continuing her way. Zayn grabbed her arm and immobilized her by turning her back and passing his arm around her shoulders. "Don't you dare provoke me again," he threatened her. "Oh, I'm so scared!" she said ironically. The Pakistani pointed his gun at the girl's back. "I said, don't provoke me again," the stained man repeated. "You don't know who I am," the woman quipped. "Imma shoot you." "You're not gon' do anything, man!" "How do you know that?" He sensually whispered in her ear. "If you wanted to shoot me, you'd already have done it," she concluded. The Pakistani man tidied his gun in his pocket and let the unknown-sexy-blondie go. "Shit

    'Shit, I'm gon' be late.' He reflected in his head.

He chased that thought away and continued his walk towards the office. As he was walking through the VIP lounge, Zayn met James, his teammate;

      'Man, you're late. He's gonna kill us!' He stood up

'That's not my fault! It's this girl she...'

'What? I told you not to try to fuck anyone when we're working!' James interrupted him as they were about to enter their boss' office.

  'I didn't want to fuck that bitch!' Zayn exclaimed.

'Yeah, my ass. Stop taking me for a fool.' He replied, knocking on the door of the office.

    The door opened on Sean Orve: another agent; the two partners exchanged looks, disappointed to see Sean.

    'Where's the Boss?' Zayn asked indifferently.

'Spoon ain't here, anyway. That's not complicated: that's a simple document delivery. Zayn, you'd take the briefcase here, and James, you'd take the pointing laser; Is everything understood?'

Yeah, yeah,' Zayn interrupted him, annoyed by Sean's useless speech.

'You'd take the D57.' Sean added, giving Zayn the black briefcase.

      James and Zayn left the office and ran to the private parking:

'Imma drive!' The golden-eyed Pakistani announced

'No, Imma drive!' His mate objected.

'Oh, we'll see.' Zayn bet.

    They walked down the stairs and passed away from the nightclub. Zayn stopped himself when he saw the bitch that stained his favorite shirt. James snapped his finger in front of his partner's face to bring him back to reality.

      'That's not a good moment; we're working!'

'She's just bitching around. I don't give a fuck!' Zayn protested.

      The two partners continued their way to the underground private parking, James made the password, and the metallic white portal opened; They continued their race, but James arrived first.

      'That's not gonna happen again, bro!' Zayn swore.

'Yeah, yeah, in your dreams!' Jee answered as he started the car.

Zayn let out a dramatic sigh, and James rapidly drove to the Luxor casino on Las Vegas Strip.

    Two men were standing ahead of a Grey Ashton Martin DB9 Roadster. One of them held a gun, while the other held the briefcase. Zayn showed the armed man, and James took the pointing laser and tipped the two collaborators. The guy holding the weapon laid it down, Zayn and the other guy threw each other the briefcases, and the four men went in different directions.

      James conducted Zayn to his house and then brought back the Lamborghini Aventador roadster relentless force to the Club Delux parking.