GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter 17 ➵ , she almost got killed (corrected)

Alyssa was trying to find a way to escape this week without losing her job at the striptease club.So she took her phone and called Jason Garcia, the owner of the club.'Jonshon?' He said as he picked up the call.'Yes, I have to tell you something...''Mmh?' Jason grunted.'I wouldn't be able to work this week b...''What? Again?' The older man yelled.'I'm... I have an appointment with the doctor!' Aly lied.'What? I don't believe you!''Then I'll send you my doctor's mail who says that he needs to see me. After that, I'll catch up on my days off.' She promised.'I'm gonna fire your ass.' He coldly added.'Whatever, if you ever fire me from my job, I'll talk to the cops about that tax evasion...''How dare you?''Oh, sorry, did I hurt your feelings? Or did I just took a few days off?' She smiled through the phone.'Let's say you did take your days off.' He clenched his jaw.'See, you can be less of a jerk than usual.'The blondie hung up the phone.She sent a mail to Spoon explaining to him what Garcia said and asking him to fake a work stoppage for her.'It's alright. Garcia will receive it tomorrow. Prepare some clothes, your dress and mask are in your room. The plane leaves at 9:00 pm' Spoon texted back.Then, Goldilocks put a few clothes and weapons in her suitcase and called the club Delux fake taxi to pick her up. Finally, the yellow car arrived, half a mile from her house, she opened the door.'Surprise, love!''What the hell are you doing here!' She laughed, getting closer to his seat to hug him -and the chair-'I'm going with you...' Sean announced.'What? But James?' Alyssa asked, taken by a worrying thought about her new partner.'He can't come...' Zayn's enemy declared, thinking about the last days.'Wait, why?' The blondie panicked.'I don't know... he just sent me a message. He didn't tell me more.' He shrugged.'Since when are you, two friends?' Aly frowned.'We're not that close, but he sure knows we're friends... I don't know.''If you say so.' She concluded, confused.A few minutes later, they arrived at the club Delux and went to the roof, where a private plane was waiting for the two partners.When Spoon saw Sean with Alyssa, he frowned and walked to them:'Orne, what the hell are you doing here?''James told me he couldn't come... didn't he tell you?' Sean said, imitating an innocent expression.'Are my mission options? Where does he live?' Spoon yelled at them.'I... I don't know. We can't be friends. that's the rule.' Alyssa said with a shaking.'I'll handle that. Go on the plane.' Spoon said, calmlyAlyssa and Sean were walking to the plane when Spoon stopped Sean, putting his arm in front of Sean's chest to block his way.'Orne. Where are you going?''I'm coming with Alyssa.' He replied.Who told you that?' The boss laughed.'I mean... James told me to go, and we already worked together, so I...''You what? You'd rather listen to James, who decided to skip his work, than to me? Alyssa is going to New York alone." Spoon decided.'Wh... what? That's way too dangerous. it's a mission that needs to be done by two persons, not alone!' Sean claimed.'She's a clever woman. She'll be fine.''But... I'm right here. I'm ready to go with her...''Your partnership doesn't work. It was a terrible mess last time. Jonshon almost got killed!' Spoon pointed out.'But...''No! I am the boss, and you're going to listen to me. You'll get your ass out of my club. Right now! I'll call you if I need you.' Spoon interrupted the younger man.'Fine.' Sean said, turning his back to the exit.Everything he has done has been useless.Alyssa sat on the white leather seat and looked at the fantastic view. She thought again at Sean and James. How did Sean and James become friends when Sean is Zayn's enemy, and why would he have told Sean and not Alyssa? She didn't know and didn't question herself more. She was about to go to New York City and meet the CEO of the four seasons. This week should be fantastic. Plus, an exchange of briefcases wasn't that hard, was it?A few hours later, the waiter woke her up.'Miss Jonshon... we're in New York.' She softly said, touching Ally's shoulder.'Oh... thank you, Sofia.' Alyssa answered, smiling at the older woman.Alyssa loved Sofia, mainly because she looked a bit like her auntie. They had the same green eyes, the same light brown hair, and the same warn and reassuring smile that helped Alyssa to feel safer.'Oh... Alyssa, wait!' Sofia called the Goldilocks.'Yes?' Aly said, turning toward her aunt's look-alike.'Your mission papers...'Sofia gave the white envelope. Aly passed her finger on the Club Delux red seal and thanked the woman.She went down the stairs, and a black suit-dressed man gave her her suitcase, and she walked out of the airport to a man, wearing blue suit pants, a black leather Armani belt, a white shirt, and black sunglasses.'Alyssa Jonshon?' He guessed when he saw her.'Yeah, it's me!''Great! I'm Matthew Green. Our driver couldn't come, so the CEO asked me to pick you up!' He introduced himself, reaching out his hand to Aly.'Nice to meet ya, Matthew!' The blondie said, shaking his hand.They both entered in the black Ferrari.Alyssa's thoughts turned to Zayn.'Alyssa? You're okay?' He asked while he was getting out of the parking lot.'Yeah... I, hum my friend had the same car...' She falsely smiled.'He must be an excellent friend...' The New Yorker said, understanding he was more than a friend. 'So you broke the rule, didn't you?'He questioned in a compassionate tone.'Yeah...' she laughed. 'I mean no... I don't love him. and he's gone anyways...''I'm sorry... I understand what you feel.' He admitted, turning his head to the window.'Do you?' Alyssa claimed, surprised.'Yeah... I, I was in love with an amazing guy and he, you know, died...''I'm sorry...''That's not your fault, you know... we're all supposed to die one day... but some of us just go too early...' Matthew murmured.'Sucks...' she whispered.After the drive, they arrived in the four seasons. Matthew gave his keys to the valet, and the man parked his car. Alyssa and Matthew entered the hall and got closer to the reception. The blondie approached the metallic golden table:'Hello, May I help you?' The receptionist asked.'Yeah, I have a reservation. I'm Cara Freed.' Aly said, taking the fake IDs in the white envelope.'Room number 5384. Let your suitcase be here. My colleague will take it to your room.''Okay, thank you.'Alyssa concluded, taking the key the other woman was giving her.'Do you want to take a coffee? Like while they're doing your room.' Matthew demanded.'Yeah, sure!' Alyssa answered.Afterward, they went to the restaurant.'A long expresso for me.' Matt ordered. 'Cara?' 'Oh, hum, a cream coffee.' The blondie replied with a smile stuck on her face.'Alright, I'm giving you that!' The waiter concluded as he was going to the kitchen.'Holy shit, in 10 goddamn years, I'm still not able to remember that I gotta use a fake name every time.'Aly whispered.'10 years? But you look like you're less than 25!' So the white shirt dressed claimed.'I'm 24.' she declared.'So you've been working with the club Delux since you're 14?' That's, that's impressive.''Not really. I knew the boss since I was a kid.' she continued.'I see...' Matt' concluded.A few moments after they drank their coffee, Matt went to the CEO's office, and Aly went to her room. It was 6:49 pm, and the gala started at 8:00 pm. She decided to take a shower after this long flight from Las Vegas to New York City