GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter four ➵ Pretty cute name (corrected)

Zayn woke up in a stranger's bed -at least that's what he thought- he didn't remember what happened.

'Where the hell am I?' Zee asked himself.

He turned his head, trying to find someone or something, but there was nothing. Zayn took back his clothes and his jacket. He verified if he still had his gun on it. The Pakistani sighed, relieved, everything was all right, except that he had amnesia in an unknown place. He called a taxi and got back home in 45 minutes.

The secret agent fell asleep in a motel, maybe after having sex with an unknown woman. Knowing what happened was just none of his problems. He didn't care about that.

'Thanks.' He said, opening the door of the taxi. He gave 100$ to the driver 'keep it, it's fine.' He added.

The driver thanked Zayn.

The man opened the door of his house and fell asleep -again- with a heavy migraine because of the alcohol and the drugs he probably did last night. Then, finally, his phone buzzing on his chest woke him up:

'Meet me at the Strip Club at 9:30, gotcha a surprise ;)' he read, a smile on his face.

'Won't be late, dude.' the black-eyed man replied before taking his shower and getting dressed.

He finally left his house, took his car, and drove through the Las Vegas strip to the striptease Club. Waiting for James, he went to the bar and ordered a drink. He observed the waitress, who was wearing a grey wig. 'Hot,' he told himself, smirking.

'Can I have a tequila, please?' Zayn asked.

'Sure.' The woman answered as she turned her back to see who was ordering something.

She sighed and took off the wig. It was her. The Red Passion Cocktailgirl grabbed the tequila, and she gave him a glass.

'Can I have another one, please?' He shyly asked.

She clenched her teeth:

'The dancers can't drink when they work, not even sorry.'

'Who told you it was for them.' He ironically laughed.

The Blonde-haired girl frowned, confused.

'Ugh, if you are here, it's not to take a coffee.' she supposed.

'Oh, what you think I need prostitutes?' The Pakistani told her, falsely offended. 'Why are you saying that?'

'None of us are respectable, especially guys like you.' She whispered, getting closer to him.

'CD?' he murmured.

The waitress lightly lifted her silver ring and discreetly showed her white ink tattoo of a wad of banknotes with angel wings and a gun on the back of the logo. She moved backward and proudly smile.

'Impressive.' He said. 'But I'm not of these cowards.'

'Oh really?' she laughed.

'Oh, when will you just stop asking questions and accept the drink?' Zayn sighed.

She raised an eyebrow as an answer.

Zayn stood up on his chair. He joined the woman on the other side of the bar.

He took the coconut cream, the rum, the pineapple juice, and some ice cubes. He mixed it in the shaker while the young girl was carefully watching what Zayn was doing - and if he did not put poison in the drink-

'C'mon, I don't know who the fuck this man is! I gotta stay cautious.' She though;

The golden-eyed man put the drink in a glass with an inverted cone bowl and placed a poco grande glass on the table.

'Thank you... hum...' She discretely asked for her name.

'Zayn. I'm Zayn.' He said with a bit of a smile.

'Thank you, Zayn then.' She said, drinking her cocktail.

The piña Colada was delicious, one of the best she ever drank. Zayn didn't ask for her name because he wanted to ask her in a very particular way --and no, he wouldn't have asked when she'd be in his bed, that's so not Zayn-- He thought about this, having the girl in his bed, and smiled.

'I gotta go...' She explained. 'Thanks for the drink.'

'The pleasure is all mine!' Zayn laughed.

The woman passed in front of him to join the loge, but he caught her wrist to stop her. The room was overwhelmed by an unknown tension. Zayn got up from his chair -one more time- and got closer to her. He saw her badge on her chest and passed his finger on it, whispering:

'Alyssa... it's a pretty cute name. I like it...'

'Do I Give a shit?' She laughed.

When he finally let her go, he couldn't stop thinking: 'Why is she so different?'