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❝He took one look at her and he knew she was the perfect kind of trouble: a good girl who knew exactly when to be bad.❞
Zayn Malik. Ruthless leader of one of the largest mafia organizations within Nevada. Who also owns the most popu...
❝We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours.❞ — Unknown
A/N: so like, I know no one reads this anymore (my fault for not updating for over a year) but this chapter is wild and the like, three people that are still reading and commenting (ily) enjoy this! It's one of the longest chapters I've ever written (8k+ words) and continue to show how dark zeverly are. Anyways, I'd appreciate comments! This took me days and days of typing so it's just a nice little sign of appreciation to let me know your thoughts ♥️
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💰 Z A Y N
"Yes, of course. You're welcome in my casino anytime you're in the area," I offer as politely as I can manage, despite wanting to roll my eyes. Will and his wife—whose name I can't recall—smile at my generosity and I don't miss it when his wife blatantly checks me out.
William Strauss is a living, breathing, piece of shit. A man raised into a line of work that involved encouraging young, vulnerable children into his gang. His grandfather started the gang some decades ago, passed it down to Will's father, which was passed to Will and I reckon it'll be passed to one of his three sons.
To add to it, he cheats regularly on his wife, among other things.
I've always been tempted to do something about it just out of pure spite, however, it'd start an unnecessary war between two sides.
"Thank you, Zayn. That's very kind of you." Will extends his hand in my direction and I take it, thankful that this conversation has ended before I had to take the nearest knife atop a table and plunge it into one of our bodies.
Let me tell you, it wouldn't have been mine.
"Everly, babe, would you like a glass of champagne?" I question, noticing she's been particularly quiet beside me. Granted, she doesn't know any of these horrible fucking people, but she's still acting massively interested and wonderfully welcoming and kind to every person she meets.
She nods her head and so, I place my hand at the small of her back, leading her towards the bar. I order her a glass of champagne and myself a whiskey, neat. As I lean against the bar top, I take another moment to admire how fit Everly looks tonight.
Her hair is pulled back, with loose waves framing either side of her face. She's also wearing a floor-length black gown that has a slit up her left leg which stops at mid-thigh, showing off her beautiful legs. The top half is lacy with a deep V and full sleeves that she pulls off so well.
She's the most stunning woman in this entire building.
The bartender even double takes her when he brings the drinks. Everly doesn't notice because she's too busy studying her surroundings, watching people talk to one another and the busyness going on around us, like the observant woman she is.
