GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter seven ➵ Kissy Zaynie (corrected)

It was around 10:00 A.M when his phone ringing has waked up the Pakistani. He looked at the screen, confused, and he finally picked up the phone call.

'Malik?' An unknown voice asked.

'Who are you?' He coldly questioned, disgusted by the fact the caller would ruin his nothing to do day.

'It's the 283rd agent. Spoon wants you to come to take your money for yesterday's mission.'

'What the f- it's my day-off! I'm not moving.' Zayn objected.

'I don't give a shit, man. If you don't wanna move, you won't get pay!' The agent was explaining.

'When and how much?'

'In one hour, and he'll give you 10 million dollars.' He declared.

'I'll be there.' The golden-eyed man agreed, letting down his phone.

'Damn it!' He growled, putting his gun in his pocket, under his black suit jacket.

The Young man grabbed the keys of one of his brand cars at random. He walked down the stairs and pressed the key button to see which car he had the key to. It was a 2019 black Bugatti Chiron. Zayn got out of his garage and drove through Las Vegas Strip to the Club Delux. Zee passed in front of the strip-tease club. The streets were -as usual- full of traffic.

'I'll never be on time, for fuck's sake!' He thought.

Suddenly the passenger's door opened, Zayn passed his hand on his gun, underneath his jacket, but...

'Calm the fuck down, bro! It's just me!'

'What the hell are you doing in my car? Get out of here!' He shouted.

'Please! I need you for only ten minutes!' Alyssa begged.

'What do you want?' He signed.

'Oh hell no! She's here. Hum follow me.' She said.

Zayn opened his mouth, pretty confused, but he didn't have the time to say anything. The hot blondie grabbed his shirt and approached the young man to her. She violently kissed him. Zayn -even know he hated her-liked it. She was a good kisser. Alyssa broke their bond to ask:

'Is she still there?'

Zayn took a look behind the blondie's shoulder.

'Are you talking about the waitress working with you?' He replied with a smile stuck on his face, to look like they have a sweet conversation and not questions about the woman spying on them.

'Yes.'

'Yeah, she's still there.' Zayn said.

Alyssa kissed him a second time. Their faces were so close that Aly could smell his Dior Sauvage fragrance, one of her favorite male perfumes. Zayn could taste in her mouth the piña colada she drank before she went on the car. In all truth, none of them were expecting their tongue to dance like this, turning and moving this way. None of them could predict the pleasure they both found there.

Zayn moved away from her lips, interrupting the perfect kiss, about to yell at her.

'Good Job!' Aly let Zayn and fastened her seat belt.

He looked at her, confused.

'What the fuck are you doing? Get out of my car!' He claimed.

'What?'

'You can't kiss me without my consent, Alyssa!'

'I didn't abuse you! I just asked you, my friend, to help me out of an awkward situation!'

'Friend? I'm your friend now?' He sarcastically laughed. 'I am not your friend. I can't fucking stand you!'

'Did I hurt your feelings, Kissy Zaynie?' She mocked.

'Don't you dare call me like that again if you don't want me to shot you in the head?' He threatened the blondie.

'You're going to the club, right?' She asked, without taking care of the warning he sent.

'Yeah, but that's...'

'I'm also going there, so why would we use two cars that pollute the planet? Plus, my car is so far away.' Aly explained.

'For my mental health! I'm going to get crazy with your stupid voice! Get out of here.' He repeated.

'Oh gosh, you're so dramatic!' Alyssa stated, turning on the radio. 'Oh, I love that song!' She screamed.

Zayn's anger was growing every second. Finally, he violently hit the radio button out of his mind.

'What the fuck are you doing?' He shouted.

'God, you have a stick up your ass, man!' The blondie laughed, knowing it'd irritate him.

'I swear to god, if you don't shut the fuck up, imma shut you down.' Zee warned the girl.

'How? Still wanna shot me?' She ironically joked

'I'll shut you down, and believe me, and I have a thousand ideas in mind, B.' He said, a naughty smile painted on his face.

If her blue eyes could have killed, the black-haired would've died 6000 times.

An embarrassing silence overwhelmed the car.

Alyssa turned the radio on one more time, which was too much for Zayn. He violently stopped the car and almost hit the car before them.

Aly opened her mouth wide as her back sank into the passenger's seat:

'What the hell are you fucking doing? We almost have had a car accident, you idiot! We are in Las godman Vegas, and all you do is driving like a piece of shit? My life is way too important for you to put an end to it because you can't drive properly! You...' Her speech was suddenly stopped when she fell asleep, thanks to the anesthetic Zayn had injected into her arm.

'Dear silence, I was missin' you!' He sighed, relieved, looking at the sleeping beauty next to him.