GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter 19 ➸Explainations

Selena's body sunk slightly into the seat, and when the military plane stabilized on the dark sky of New York City, she got in the closet and put on her black leather protective suit. She sneaked the rest of the cocaine she had still in her bag and remembered the first time she did drugs. It was with Alyssa in a nightclub in Los Angeles. They were 17. They did everything together, getting drunk on the beach, smoking pot, and Spoon never noticed anything. He was pretty busy.

'Ma'am, we're in Vegas.'The blond driver woke up Selena.
'Okay, thank you.'She said, grabbing a wad of money from her bag and slammed it in his chest as she stepped off the plane.
Her nostrils were reddened by the burning powder that somehow made her forget she was about to talk with her father, a father who had ruined her life.
She entered Spoon's office and walked to James, standing up with a black bag full of weapons.
'Selena, what the hell are you doing here?' Spoon claimed
'You're the guy coming with me, right?' She asked, ignoring her so-called boss.
'Yes,'James confirmed.
The boss violently grabbed her arm and turned her towards him:
'Answer my fucking question.'
'That's not the moment for your fake worries, Dan.' She answered.
'Did you sneak?'He continued to question her.
'No!' She lied, 'And even if I did, that's none of your business. You're not my father.'
'We should talk, don't you think?' He demanded, looking in Selena's brown eyes, holding his tears.
'My best friend might die in a few minutes if I don't do what I have to. So now, you're going to let go of my arm and let me save her life, is that clear?'She concluded.

The older man did, and Selena grabbed a weapon from James' bag. Then, James and Selena left the office and went to the parking lot, and picked up a Black Jeep:
'What's your name?'Selena asked while she was lighting a cigarette.
'James... and you're Selena, right?'
'How do you know that?' She demanded with a backward movement.
'Spoon called you Selena...which is kinda weird 'cause he always calls his employees by their family names.'
'Yeah... I don't know.' The brunette replied.

Alyssa opened her eyes in a dark room. The - light was above her head. She tried to stand up, but she was handcuffed to the seat. Then, she heard the door squeaking and the sound of heavy footsteps.
'Finally awake, Jonshon?' A woman's voice ironically asked.
'What do you want?' Alyssa frowned as the other woman got closer to her.
'I want you to tell me everything you know about the missing club Delux agent.'
'Oh my god! Aren't you tired of kidnapping me every time for the same reason! I don't even know who the fuck is the missing agent!' Alyssa laughed.

She woman slapped her. Alyssa's cheek was burning up. The still unknown woman posed her hands-on Alyssa's chair and glued their forehead together.
'Jonshon, you killed my best friend. That's why I wanted you here!' She whispered.
'Oh Victoria, sweetie, I killed dozen of your bitches, don't get mad at me for that... who cares?' The blondie said as if to trivialize the violence of her acts. 'And I will get the fuck outta here, anyways.'
'Not this time I...'Victoria interrupted herself when the door opened.
'Babe?'A man's voice questioned. The black-haired woman turned her head and walked to the man. She kissed him and smiled:
'She's all yours! See you!'

Victoria finally left the room, and the man got closer to Aly.
She opened her eyes wide, surprised. The man knew what she was about to do and put his tattooed hand in her mouth. He felt the warmth of her breath and tried as hard as he could to muffle the young woman's scream.
'Relax! It's me!' He said.
'Zayn Javadd Malik, what the fuck are you doing here?' She asked, less loud.
'Long story.'
'We've all the time you want!' She declared, moving her handcuffed hands.

A few months ago, Spoon called Zayn, but it wasn't for a classic mission.

'No disrespect, Sir, but there's no way I'm doing this! I'm risking more than any other agent!' He said, standing up on the white leather couch.
'Listen to me, Zayn. It's because you risk more than any other agent that I want you to infiltrate the other side.'Spoon explained.
'What do you mean?' Zayn asked, picked by curiousness.
'You, Zayn Javadd Malik, are known there. The first weeks might be hard, but you'll win their trust easily. I've planned everything...'
'What's the plan?'
'We'll fake a fight. My agents will want to protect me or impress me, for a promotion, fight them back. But, we don't want anyone to go after you, so you'll play it cold-hearted with James and Alyssa.'
'Alyssa? I mean...'
'Zayn, as soon as you hear her name, your eyes open wide, and you're blushing.' Spoon, friendly, frowned.
'I'm n... well anyways, I don't wanna do that, I don't wanna betray either you or my family...' Zayn said, his eyes turned to face the floor.
'They'll be proud of what you'll do for this agency. Then, we'll be able to shut down the other side, and they won't hurt anyone anymore.' the old man continued.
'What if I accept?'
'How much do you want?'
'I... hum... 40 million dollars and the right to access to my father's file and ...' he hesitated and then hardly said, 'to try something with the woman I'm in love with.'
'Wh... whatever you want... deal?' Spoon accepted, reaching out Zayn's hand.
'Deal.' The black-eyed young man concluded, shaking his boss' hand.