GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter nine ➵ he died for me (corrected)

James, Mike, and Alyssa turned their head...'Don't let him shot! Run, man!' Mike screamed at James. Both James and Aly stood up from their chairs and ran through the room, full of people. There was a circle of person, admiring the 'show' underneath the purple lights. James pushed them. Aly arrived about twelve seconds later. She opened her eyes wide, putting her hands on her mouth... James has run to the two men who were fighting, he tackled Zayn... 'Fucking hell! The blondie murmured.'Put that gun down!' James shouted, throwing his partner's gun on the platform.'Get the fuck outta here!' Zee replied.'Looks like you still need someone to save you!' Sean mocked. Alyssa's eyes turned to Sean.'James, I swear to god if you don't let me kick his ass, I'm gonna kick you both." Zayn threatened his friend.'I don't want you to make the same mistake.' Jee slowly explained.'You sure?' The Pakistani fakely laughed.'Yeah.' He insisted.'Mmh, yeah?' Zayn frowned, punching his partner's face. Zee had walloped his best friend. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. Nevertheless, James didn't get up, not because he had no strength left, but because the man knew all about his friend's pain, letting him settle his scores. Instead, the golden-eyed man ran to Sean, the guy he hated the most on earth. For golden-eyed man stood up, walked to Sean, the man, he hated the most of earth. 'You're gonna end up like M...''Don't you dare pronounce his name if you don't wanna end up with a bullet in your head? So he theorized him, grabbing the collar of Sean's shirt, he left him up about 3 inches from the floor, he was driven by his hatred and pain, by all the horrors of his past. 'He's the one who ended up with a bullet in the head.' Sean laughed. Zayn punched him in the stomach, he withdrew into himself.'Guess what?' Sean started, 'He died, and he had what he deserved, and we got rid of an asshole.' 'He should have killed you...But he was a real man. He had fucking balls. You don't. If I hear his name on your bitchy mouth, I won't be as kind as he has been. I'd take a knife and shove it into your abdomen. I'd slowly pull it out of your body so that you can feel the pain. And I'd watch you bleed to death in front of me, with that look in your eyes that would beg me to help the bastard you are.' Zayn finally concluded about to cry the tears he was holding for almost ten years now. He gave Sean one last punch and then left the room, followed by a dozen pairs of eyes. He wiped his black eyes and went up the stairs.'Zayn, wait!'He turned his head to see who was calling him, even though he recognized this voice; Alyssa joined him on top of the stairs.'What do you want...''I'm right here.' She interrupted him.'But you... Oh, fuck it!' The black-haired claimed. Zayn kissed the girl with ardor. He grabbed her waist and put her against the white wooden door. Her hand caressed his soft hair. Zee groped the door to find the handle with his free hand, they finally got in the room. He moved away from her lips, just two seconds, to take a look at her face, flawless to him. He smiled, and he kissed her again. Their tongues were moving, almost dancing. Alyssa helped him to take off his suit jacket. Zayn lifted his hand up along Aly's back and slowly pulled down the zipper of her black satin dress. The tattoed man fiercely ripped off his shirt -breaking probably one or two buttons-. He kissed her neck and, gently this time, lowered the strap of Alyssa's sexy lace bra. Their breaths were heavy, jerky. Zayn toyed her breasts, kissed her belly. He found himself on his knees. Without any thoughts, he put down the only piece of fabric that separated him from her intimacy. He licked her. The blondie opened her eyes and stuck her hand on his hair. She bit her lip so she doesn't moan. Although her legs were shaking, Zayn straightened up, kissing every inch of her skin.The sexy blondie grabbed his belt and pulled off his pants. Aly gently but his cheek. She could feel his smile. She kissed his tattooed chest. Her mouth was moving Icarus' wings forwards. A naughty smile appeared on her face. Aly linked her lips and rolled her tongue against Zayn's skin from his abdominals to the top of his chest. He grabbed her hips, she grabbed his neck, they turned and fell on the bed, both laughed, he looked at her blue eyes and smiled. It has been a terrible day. She made it better. But both knew it wouldn't last.