GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter 25 ➸ Boston

"Come in." Selena said, opening the door of her office.
"Selena... I won't be able to do that..." He declared, trying to hide his pain but his trembling voice betrayed him.
"What happened, Zayn?" She worried.
"The details are not important... but here's what I found..."
The black-eyed handed her a brown folder, Selena cast a terrified glance at the file, understanding immediately.
"I'm sorry, Zayn..." The light-brown haired girl apologized, even though there was nothing she could do.
"Open it... It's not all about me..."
She did what he asked her, she opened it, her big doe eyes began to moisten... Selena realized things she'd ignored all her life.
"I..."
"No, 'Lena, it'll be fine..." he whispered grabbing her manicured hands. "We're stuck in the same shit, now. We're gonna handle that, okay?"
"Yeah..." The bossy woman quickly said, she took her hands away from her friend's and wiped away the tears running down the corner of her eyes. "It's fine, we won't complain about some things that happened years ago, right?" She falsely smiled.
"It's not some things... It's about our families..." Zayn replied, with a background movement. "But if you wanna pretend you don't care, it's fine but I can't do that. So stay in your stupid office, keep your life tidy as always. I have a secret to uncover and some ass to kick."
The Pakistani got up from the chair and slammed the door, without giving her colleague a chance to apologize.
'Lena threw the folder against the wall and let out a muffled growl from her dry throat.

Across the continent, Alyssa's plane had finally landed. The blondie grabbed her mission envelope, took the fake IDs, and walked out of the airport, to join the Fairmont hotel's private taxi.
"Sofia Houston?" A red-haired woman called her.
"That's me." Alyssa gently smiled.
After paying the taxi, she penetrated inside the luxury hotel. She coldly asked the receptionist to give her the keys and after all that useless procedure, she threw herself on the double bed in which she will sleep alone for an indefinite period of time.
The blondie didn't know whether to complain or to get angry but before she could go crazy, someone knocked on the door and saved her mind.
"Go fuck yourself!" Alyssa yelled putting her pillow on her face.
"Don't tell me that... you'll break my heart !" He ironed, making her friend laugh a little.
She used the little energy she had left and opened the door.
"Wanna take a coffee?" He proposed, smiling at her.
"Let's go." She accepted, closing the door.
They were walking through the corridors of one of the biggest hotels in Boston.
"What did I missed in Vegas?" Jee asked.
"Nothing happened yet... do you know what it means?"
"Nope."
"It means that something's gonna happen and we won't be here to support them," Alyssa explained.
"What would happen?" The metis man questioned his friend.
"I don't know... Everything can happen... the weird thing is that neither Selena nor Zayn called me." She added, putting her eyes on James'. Making him realizing something happened...

After slamming his Boss's door, Zayn only had one thing in mind: kicking the traitor's ass off. He turned the engine of his car on and followed this way for the second time in one year, and God knew it was twice as much as he had done the past 10 years.
One more time, Zee parked his car 328 feet before the entrance of his old neighborhood.
As he went out of his Lamborghini, the Pakistani loaded his gun and put it in his pocket.
Zayn, driven by anger, walked to the center of the neighborhood, where everyone was hanging out.
"Where's Logan?" He asked a teenager.
The little guy didn't have the time to answer, Logan spoke up:
"I'm here bro."
"Bro? How dare you call me your brother after what you did to me?" Zayn yelled, turning his back towards the disgusting man he used to consider as a même et of his family.
"What are you t..."
Zee didn't want to hear his voice again, he gave his a punch in the jaw.
"What's wrong with you?" Pitt screamed, putting his hand on his jaw.
"What's wrong with me? Man, you fucking slept with my mum! You waited for me to leave so you could sully the woman who raised you!"
"I am not sl..."
Zayn interrupted him again, by punching him in the abdomen.
"You shut up. You're a married man, you've got a daughter and you're wife's pregnant! How can you live with that!" The Pakistani continued.
"I'm not fucking your mum!" Logan defended himself.
"Aren't you?"
"No, I'm spending time with her, because you abandoned her, she needed a son, I was here for her when you were fucking some whore and earning millions of dollars, without caring about what was really worth the gold!" Zayn's old friend pointed out.
"Stop lying to my face!" The angry man insisted, grabbing Logan's grey sweater, he held him against the cracked wall of his house. "If you dare go near my mum for any reason, I'll destroy your family and you know I won't have any mercy for you!"